Daily bits of stuff and nonsense.
Puns. (h/t Steve)
I don’t want to start a firestorm here, but I think this needs to be said:
I have a problem with our treatment of illegal immigrants. I think our government and the American people are going about things the wrong way.
If someone wants to come to America, we need to lower the bar significantly. Perhaps if parents had an easy way of making their kids American citizens, we wouldn’t see them unceremoniously dumped over our borders.
For adults, do a background check if possible, a personality test if not, and some brief courses in their native language if they can’t speak English, then a test. Let them know that they are expected to learn English, but let’s not make that a requirement.
If someone is *not* a citizen and there is no proof that they have made an effort to become one, they should be deported. If they commit a crime that can be proven, they should be deported, but the ones who have become American citizens and then committed a crime should be tried in our courts.
We need to welcome *anyone* who wants to come over, and once again make it easy for them to become citizens.
I am wondering what happened to the old poem, the American immigrant’s hope:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
We used to welcome sincere immigrants through Ellis Island. Why can’t we welcome them from across the Mexican border?
This is awesome.
Also good for the kids. They encourage having slow readers read to the family pets. A dog will listen to a kid read a whole book one damn sssyl-la——-ble at a time, and it will never get frustrated, or correct their pronunciation, or start playing Angry Bird because it can’t stand listening to the slowness any more. The dog will look at the kid approvingly, because, human. Human is talking. Human is interacting.
So this is a great win-win.
My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again."
My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)
Is it a bug, a frog, or an alien? I can’t decide.
Waiting for the witty female responses.