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One of the jerks that ran the economy into the ditch in NYC is on TV talking about how they are going to send you a check for doing nothing. Maybe they can send their whore friends to the house to screw you in person.

FAMILY TRADITIONS
"At last the old witch clinched her fist and shook it at the figure. Not that she was positively angry, but merely acting on the principle--perhaps untrue, or not the only truth, though as high a one as Mother Rigby could be expected to attain--that feeble and torpid natures, being incapable of better inspiration, must be stirred up by fear. But here was the crisis. Should she fail in what she now sought to effect, it was her ruthless purpose to scatter the miserable simulacre into its original elements.

"Thou hast a man's aspect," said she, sternly. "Have also the echo and mockery of a voice! I bid thee speak!"

The scarecrow gasped, struggled, and at length emitted a murmur, which was so incorporated with its smoky breath that you could scarcely tell whether it were indeed a voice or only a whiff of tobacco. Some narrators of this legend hold the opinion that Mother Rigby's conjurations and the fierceness of her will had compelled a familiar spirit into the figure, and that the voice was his.

"Mother," mumbled the poor stifled voice, "be not so awful with me! I would fain speak; but being without wits, what can I say?"

"Thou canst speak, darling, canst thou?" cried Mother Rigby, relaxing her grim countenance into a smile. "And what shalt thou say, quoth-a! Say, indeed! Art thou of the brotherhood of the empty skull, and demandest of me what thou shalt say? Thou shalt say a thousand things, and saying them a thousand times over, thou shalt still have said nothing! Be not afraid, I tell thee! When thou comest into the world (whither I purpose sending thee forthwith) thou shalt not lack the wherewithal to talk. Talk! Why, thou shall babble like a mill-stream, if thou wilt. Thou hast brains enough for that, I trow!"

"At your service, mother," responded the figure.

"And that was well said, my pretty one," answered Mother Rigby. "Then thou speakest like thyself, and meant nothing. Thou shalt have a hundred such set phrases, and five hundred to the boot of them. And now, darling, I have taken so much pains with thee and thou art so beautiful, that, by my troth, I love thee better than any witch's puppet in the world; and I've made them of all sorts--clay, wax, straw, sticks, night fog, morning mist, sea foam, and chimney smoke. But thou art the very best. So give heed to what I say."

"Yes, kind mother," said the figure, "with all my heart!""
Feathertop

The weight of the world was lifted off her shoulders, so that a better world could be revealed. A world worthy of her beauty and intelligence could be. A world she would want for her children to see as adults. They were hurting for all the loss , but love finds a way and this wa an unusual love for they came first. A thousand things could be said. Without him saying a thing, she understood exactly what he meant because she knew no other cared the way he did for them and their future. The same old spirit moved them in a common direction. Any losses could not prevent the gains when they reunited. Like two angels they would find their ways home and be together for good, for eternity. It would echo and re-echo. They would find a better way than before, a way forward that gave others courage. Progress is born of courage and for her he knew no fear.

"You know, that's precisely the reason I was shocked, because I have been going for 40 years or more with very considerable evidence that it was working exceptionally well." Mr. Greenspan

QUALITY & EXPORTS
"In 1928 Reverend Ira E. Weaver began his business by shucking, bagging, and delivering his own carefully grown popcorn. His hope was to develop a brand of popcorn that not only TASTES GREAT and is of the HIGHEST QUALITY, but COSTS LESS.


Ira's business thrived. Even in the face of the Great Depression, people were willing to spend a few cents on a bag or two of Ira Weaver's fresh, great tasting popcorn. Then, as now, popcorn was considered a special, affordable treat for kids and grownups alike."
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BUSINESS NEWS
"It doesn't really seem fair, does it? And it isn't fair. But it's what happens when your country's economy is the world's biggest and — more important — your currency is the world's currency. "Imagine how any other country would receive the news that it had been granted the right to discharge its international obligations, as the United States does, in its very own currency, which only it can lawfully print," James Grant writes in the new issue of Foreign Affairs. "There would be dancing in the streets.""

In other words, our currency is better than yours because our market is bigger and we buy more stuff. Money is just information and proof of quality. No quality, no money. The world is all junked up and wants to dump more junk in the U.S.. We already have enough junk. Don't junk the printing presses. We're busy junking computers right now. The landfills are full of them. Everybody upgraded. Now it's a downgrade. If it works, use it. Please recycle your newspaper. Mine is in the stockcrow. Love life! Make lots of money, they're going to love you, you're never going to die, you'll make it if you try.