Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded in luke's LiveJournal:

Sunday, September 16th, 2001
10:27 am	The Americans The following commentary by Gordon Sinclair first aired June 5, 1973 by CFRB, Toronto, Ontario Canada. The United States dollar took another pounding on German, French and British exchanges this morning, hitting the lowest point ever known in West Germany. It has declined there by 41% since 1971 and this Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least-appreciated people in all the earth. As long as sixty years ago, when I first started to read newspapers, I read of floods on the Yellow River and the Yangtze. Who rushed in with men and money to help? The Americans did. They have helped control floods on the Nile, the Amazon, the Ganges and the Niger. Today, the rich bottom land of the Mississippi is under water and no foreign land has sent a dollar to help. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy, were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of those countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States. When the Franc was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there! I saw it! When distant cities are hit by earthquakes, it is the United States that hurries into help... Managua Nicaragua is one of the most recent examples. So far this spring, 59 American communities have been flattened by tornadoes. Nobody has helped. The Marshall Plan .. the Truman Policy .. all pumped billions upon billions of dollars into discouraged countries. Now, newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent war-mongering Americans. I'd like to see one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplanes. Come on... let's hear it! Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star or the Douglas 10? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all international lines except Russia fly American planes? Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or women on the moon? You talk about Japanese technocracy and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy and you get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy and you find men on the moon, not once, but several times ... and safely home again. You talk about scandals and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even the draft dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, most of them ... unless they are breaking Canadian laws .. are getting American dollars from Ma and Pa at home to spend here. When the Americans get out of this bind ... as they will... who could blame them if they said 'the hell with the rest of the world'. Let someone else buy the Israel bonds, Let someone else build or repair foreign dams or design foreign buildings that won't shake apart in earthquakes. When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both are still broke. I can name to you 5,000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake. Our neighbours have faced it alone and I am one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of these. But there are many smug, self-righteous Canadians. And finally, the American Red Cross was told at its 48th Annual meeting in New Orleans this morning that it was broke. This year's disasters .. with the year less than half-over? has taken it all and nobody...but nobody has helped. Go to this link to hear it http://cfrb.klickit.com/ram/americans.ram Go here for the text and more on Gordon Sinclair http://www.cfrb.com/archives/american.html God Bless America! Peace!! (18 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 26th, 2001
1:00 pm	REDNECK COMPUTER TERMS! Backup What you do when you run across a skunk in the woods Bar Code Them's the fight'n rules down at the local tavern. Bug The reason you gave for calling in sick Byte What your pit bull done to cousin Jethro Cache Needed when you run out of food stamps Chip Pasture muffins you try not to step in Terminal Time to call the undertaker Crash When you go to Junior's party uninvited Digital The art of counting on your fingers Diskette Female Disco dancer Fax What you lie about to the IRS Hacker Uncle Leroy after 32 years of smoking Hardcopy Picture looked at when selecting tattoos Internet Where cafeteria workers put their hair Keyboard Where you hang the keys to the John Deere Mac Big Bubba's favorite food Megahertz How your head feels after 17 beers Modem What ya did when the grass and weeds got too tall Mouse Pad Where Mickey and Minnie live Network Scoop'n up a big fish before it breaks the line Online Where to stay when taking the sobriety test ROM Where the Pope lives Screen Helps keep the skeeters off the porch Serial Port A red wine you drink with breakfast Superconductor Amtrak's employee of the year SCSI What you call your week old underwear (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, July 16th, 2001
11:30 am	Catholic Humor Three Italian nuns die and go to heaven, where they are met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter. He says, "Ladies, you all led such wonderful lives, that I'm granting you six months to go back to earth and be anyone you would like to be." The first nun says, "I want to be Sophia Loren," and 'poof' she's gone. The second nun says, I want to be Madonna," and 'poof' she's gone. The third nun says, "I want to be Sara Pipalini." St. Peter looks perplexed. "Who?" he says. "Sara Pipalini," replies the nun. St. Peter shakes his head and says, "I'm sorry, but that name doesn't ring a bell." The nun then takes a newspaper out of her habit and hands it to St. Peter. He reads the paper and starts laughing. He hands it back to her and says ?."No sister, this says, 'Sahara Pipeline' laid by 1,900 men in 6 months." (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 12th, 2001
10:30 am	Noah's Ark! If Noah had lived in the United States in the year 2001, his story may have gone something like this: And the Lord spoke to Noah, and said, "In one year, I am going to make it rain and the rain shall not stop until it submerges the entire earth and all living flesh is destroyed. Because of this, I want you to save the righteous people and two of every living species on earth. Therefore, I am commanding you to build an Ark." In a flash of lightning, God delivered the specifications for an Ark. Daunted by this task, but respectful of God's wishes, Noah took the plans and agreed to build the ark. "Remember," said the Lord, "you must complete the Ark and fill it in one years time." Exactly a year later, fierce storm clouds covered the earth and all the seas of the earth went into a tumult. The Lord saw that Noah was sitting in his front yard weeping. "Noah!" He shouted. "Where is the Ark?" "Lord, please forgive me," cried Noah. "I did my best, but there were big problems. First, I had to get a permit for construction, and your plans did not meet the building codes. I had to hire an engineering firm and redraw the plans. Then I got into a fight with OSHA over whether or not the Ark needed a sprinkler system and approved floatation devices. Then, my neighbor objected, claiming I was violating zoning ordinances by building the Ark in my front yard, so I had to get a variance from the city planning commission. Then, I had problems getting enough wood for the Ark, because there was a ban on cutting trees to protect the Spotted Owl. I finally convinced the US Forest Service that I really needed the wood to save the owls. However, the Fish and Wildlife Service won't let me take the 2 owls. The carpenters formed a union and went on strike. I had to negotiate a settlement with the National Labor Relations Board before anyone would> pick up a saw or hammer. Now, I have 16 carpenters on the Ark, but still no owls. When I started rounding up the other animals, an animal rights group sued me. They objected to me taking only two of each kind aboard. This suit is pending. Meanwhile, the EPA notified me that I could not complete the Ark without filing an environmental impact statement on your proposed flood. They didn't take very kindly to the idea that they had no jurisdiction over the conduct of the taxes. I just got a notice from Creator of the Universe. Then, the Army Corps of Engineers demanded a map of the proposed flood plain. I sent them a globe. Right now, I am trying to resolve a complaint filed with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission that I am practicing discrimination by not taking atheists aboard. The IRS has seized my assets, claiming that I'm building the Ark in preparation to flee the country to avoid paying the state that I owe them some kind of user tax and failed to register the Ark as a 'recreational water craft.' And, finally, the ACLU got the courts to issue an injunction against further construction of the Ark, saying that since God is flooding the earth, it's a religious event, and, therefore unconstitutional. I really don't think I can finish the Ark for another five or six years." Noah waited. The sky began to clear, the sun began to shine, and the seas began to calm. A rainbow arced across the sky. Noah looked up hopefully. "You mean you're not going to destroy the earth, Lord?" "No," He said sadly. "I don't have to. The government already has." (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 6th, 2001
7:43 pm	What of It Never before have we had to rely so completely on ourselves. No guardian to think for us, no precedent to follow without question, no lawmaker above, only ordinary men set to deal with heartbreaking perplexity. All weakness comes to the surface. We are homeless in a jungle of machines and untamed powers that haunt and lure the imagination. Of course our culture is confused, our thinking spasmodic, and our emotion out of kilter. No mariner ever entered upon a more uncharted sea that does the average human being born in the twentieth century. Our ancestors thought they knew their way from birth through all eternity;... we are puzzled about day after tomorrow… Excerpt from The Mind in the Making, James Harvey Robinson, Copyright, 1921, by Harper & Brothers Sounds as if it were just authored last week, eh? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, February 19th, 2001
12:04 pm	Searching for a name for my lil sis's new puppy Well, got up early this morning in search of a puppy for my little sister. We first went to the pet store at the mall, lots of yappy little poodles, cocker spaniels, some terrior's, but no beagles. Carrie (my lil sis) insisted on playing wif a cocker spaniel that was really cute, but I convinced her that we should take a ride out in the country to check out the 8 week old beagle puppies that Mom had found found in the Sunday paper. Anyways, we drive like 60 mile out to BFE, gettng lost several times, finally find this yellow farm house with cows and chickens running all about the yard. We pull into the driveway, and this big old fat guy comes running out to the car carrying two awesome beagle pups, one in each arm. We exit the car and Carrie is already reaching for one of the puppies. The old fellow says, "come on in the house, Momma has the rest of the litter in thar". At this point I'm just a lil frightened as there are all kinds of critters descending on us, so I graciously accpet his offer to join Momma in the house. We get in the kitchen and there is this huge dog carrier, with puppies barking and whining. Ma opens the cage door and out come 7 beautiful beagle puppies, all but one pounching on Carrie at once. One came running to me, and she looked at me with the most souful eyes I think I had seen. At this point I knew I had found just the perfect puppy for Carrie. After much coaxing Carrie agreeed that she liked the one that I had chosen, so we paid the man, jumped in the car and headed back to the city. Of course Carrie kept coming up with silly names to call this puppy and for the life of me I couldn't think of a decent name, hence this journal entry today. Please help me and Carrie name her lil puppy. He is so cute, he has black spots on a white body, red head and nose and the most awesome eyes. So send your name suggestions my way guys. Bye for now (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 18th, 2001
12:55 pm	June 9, 2000 - February 18, 2001 Yesterday, I was in eChat and Jonathan announced he just started a livejournal, which I thought was kewl as most of my online friends have them now. Still it wasn't quiet enough to encourage me to create one. Later in the day Guy was in eChat and he accidentally mentioned that he was working on his livejournal and my ears perked up as Guy had always sworn that there was no way in H*** that he would ever have one of those journals. At that point I decided it was time to create a journal as I had always said that the only way I would do a journal is for hell to freeze over or for Guy to have one. Of course Guy denies that he has a journal and claims he knows nothing about the Colonel. (yeah right frenchie) Soooooo....anyway I completly forgot about creating a journal....(short attention span)and I was in eChat this morning, and suddenly this livejournal address was posted on the screen by Guy, with a question asking/telling me I should write in my journal sometime. All of a sudden I had a memory flash of several months ago where I wanted to post a comment on Neville's livejournal, (althought at that time he was known as Kenshin), so I set up a livejournal, posted my comment and completly forgot about it. Turns out, this was over 8 months ago. So finally after having a journal for over 8 months, I am posting something in it. Actually it's a new account as I could't figure out how to access the other one. So, it make take another 8 months before I amke another feelbe attempt at this. See yas. (4 Comments |Comment on this)