Seriously speaking, I agree.

In the old days it used to be that the top-brand companies had the money to invest in good engineers, and they built therefore better working and longer lasting, more durable products.

These days the manufacture is done with cheap labour on foreign lands, so manufacturing costs are not an issue. In fact, back in those days when Japan was the rising star of the western style economies, it had the better of both worlds: cheaper labour and access to top notch engineers, and their cars now run on America's roads, and their TVs and hookers were in every American living room.

But now it's different. Now it takes 1 mathematician with his computer to improve a product. Electronics and new advances in electroncis have boiled down to quality control and math. You design new boards on a computer, and you don't need to know how to do math, but you have a great advantage if you know what part of the math corresponds to what funcion-group to each functionality in a product.

To wit, you remember the control room of the space flights in Nasa? You know, hundreds of top-notch very important and incredibly smart scientists with letters of degrees after their names, if you combined all of which, they would reach to the moon and back 6.5 times if put end-to-end? All these old hippy scientiests sitting in front of a dial or a screen, or something. And each doing or monitoring a function which if it went over a kielter just for a second, the astronauts would die. You get the picture. The contdown ended, the blasted thing lifted off, it was not in their hands any more, there came the cheer and the bubbly, and what the tv viewers were not shown, the showgirls and the debouchery and sodomy that started the bang-off.

These days these have long been replaced with 1 IBM computer, with Windows Vista, the operating system running at 1 to 67 percent capacity at any time, never exceeding 78 percent, monitored by a technician who eats apple-scented donuts, and plays "tetris" constantly.

This I put in a funny form, but it's true. It's all math, and knowing how to connect math with reality.

So the RnD budget is not large, and only those do it, who want to catapult to the front of the electronics sales.

Nobody wants to be the best-selling elecronics firm. Why? Because though the customers go ga-ga over this stuff, which is just as well, because the stuff is getting better and better, and cheaper and cheaper, there is still no money in it for the manufacturing firms. The competition is fierce, and it boils down to price, as always when competing is tough. The customers are spoiled, the companies are starved for profit.

I don't know what product or what industry is hot these days. I hear the Chinese are buying land all over the palce, to plant their future emigrees in. You see, with China's booming population, cemetery plots are sky-rocketing through the roofs. Too many people, too many dead, not enough land area to waste on such stupid things as plots, and yet they must.

So now they own half, and this is not a joke, exaclty half of all of Africa's surface land mass. Canada sold them land, too, because the Chinese don't take US dollars for money any more. They realized the USA dollar is only a smidgen more ridiculous than Monoploy money. China has more US dollars than the Franklin mint produces in ten years, so they realized this is enough. They can't ask for products, they got the products. So the safest investment for them, and therefore everyone else, is -- you guessed -- land. Cover surface on the world.

This is why Vizio and other up-and-coming products are taking over the market. Because the market don't mean shtt no more to serious investors.

It's plots. Burial plots. That's where the hot money is at.

The Indians, the Hindu Indians, they burn their dearly departed, so they are staying put for the time being.

The Chinese, however, are hot to trot for new, unbroken, virgin land for plotting.

I got a 1080 inch Vizio televizion. It is razor sharp, and it is made of led. It has two problems: the keyboard on the back of the remote is only painted on, it is not a funcional keyboard. The other problem is that the damned thing won't fit in my front door. When I watch a skin flick the whole neighbourhood settles around on my front yard.

It's humiliating, in a way, to be whacking off in the company of a bunch of zitfaced fifteen-year-olds, seeing I'm fifty eight.

Damn right. 100% success rate.

If Mick Jagger could do it, why do you think you can't?

Maybe you could branch out to veterinary neurosurgery.

Someone's pet canary has a stroke. You remove the blood clot from his brian.

Someone's favourite bee has spinal injury. You reconnect the severed strains of nerve bundles.

Someone in tears and in an apparent state of high distress brings in her favourite fruit fly. You examine the little critter, and decide it needs cataract surgery.

You perform the operation on the spot, since fruit flies only live 553 hours, and every minute counts.

Slow and steady hand, guiding the surgeon's knife with the decisive precision of determi-na-shun, while you feel the patient's owner up with the other hand.

You last sentence above is a profound and wickedly true statement.

Now, now... there is nothing wrong in disseminating your work to the public. Even in the form you do it in.

Whatever it takes, to get your words "out".

My school needs a teacher of history of English libraries.

Now, this is a good answer. For reel.

That sounds so... so... dumm. Sodomm.

Sounds you don't like it... so dont.

(I am actually with you, brother.) (Power brother!!! Secret handshake. One day we shall again dominate the world!! As our fearless leader had said so prophetically: ''and the meek shall inherit the world...'' Power, brother.) (Secret courtsey.)

((Taking notes:) Right, right... water pressure...
Right... backup, flooding. Jeeze. I wonder why women
are and how they've become the dominant race
of humans.)

I prefer it in a male, but common sense tells me that some women like more submissive men and some like something in between.

Like what in between? A hot bottle? A bed pan? A bad pen?




SImilarly, men sometimes like a submissive woman and sometimes they like a dominant woman.

You forgot already. Ey-ey. Do I have to spell it out to you? They also want an i-n-b-e-t-w-e-e-n women in between the sub and dom.



I prefer being able to be soft/passive/submissive but I refuse to be abused or bullied as a single parent. It is necessary that I accept authority of others in my home. Still, a take charge man is the sexiest kind in my eyes.

If your kids bully and abuse you, right, I wouldn't want to take that from my kids, either. That's why I never got married and always wore a condom.


which are you : dominant , sub, or something in between?

I don't think of myself in those terms. I would rather think I'm above all that, and in fact I AM an azzole, arrogant, and a scardy-cat push-over.

which do you prefer?
For beggars like me, who can't be choosers, I'll take now anything that fate dishes out to me with the flop of her wooden spoon into my tin can of sexual starvation.

What I heard was that she was not only younger, but a photo model, a gourmet cook, a spaceship captain, and a vestal virgin, who could not pass grade two comprehension.

But hey... you can't put a traffic cop to every meeting of hearts to direct traffic.

What's a ''terse attitude''?

I am short, and I have quite a repertoire of attititudes, but the poster is right, there is not a bone of terse attitude in me.

''Short attitude... attitude of very limited duration express'd...'' wtf.

Shhhh... DON'T SAY IT LOUD!!

Because if you do, then whiney arrogant ugly little guys will start to biotch about women always wanting less and less.

Magic blanket ride.

The major export of most Central-african nations and Eastern European ex-commie countries seems to be emails that ask people to take money from them for free.

Little wonder those nations are up to their armpits in debt and financial crises.

I usually don`t reply to their calls, becasue I don`t want to take the last six hundred million dollars of those pathetic little f-ers they`ve got. Despite their insistence.

Call him and email him with hot messages and how badly you want his body.

Don`t do this, though, if he knows your name or where you live and work.

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Call him and tell him the most boring stories of your childhood and old family sagas,and tell him how exciting these are, and laugh and tell him that the really funny part is, is... and say something completley humourless, and laugh, and slap your knees.

Don't do this if you think he is prone to violence.

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Call him at odd times of days, and tell him sweet little things like you saw a rose today on a restaurant table as you walked by, and how much it reminded you of him... and then followed by the essentials of the last Sunday's sermon . Then tell him how you saw the first Rolls Royce in your life that day, or any day, whatever, and how it reminded you of the pitter-patter of little feet. Or that your cousin is on a tour of the castles and palaces on the Loir valley and and she sent you a card from the palace of Versailles, and how that reminds you of a house with a yard and white picket fence around it. With barbed wire and seven-metre tall guard towers every hundred feet. Tell him you love the sweet little chitter-chatters you have with him so.

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Whichever you do, keep in mind you MUST TALK INCESSANTLY and never allow him to butt in to say anything more than ''Yes, but...'', or ''Yeah, right, but...'', or ''Right, for instnace'' and the sort.

This will drive him to sleepless nights at first, at least as long into the night as you are able to stay up and chitter-chatter on the phone with him.

When he hangs up for the tenth time in a row as soon as he hears your voice, then you can stop, and be assured he`d never, ever, call again.

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He`s a goof, a liar, a player and a plyer, if you ask me. If you are in love with him, I am sorry, I take back this last bit. You never heard me say this.

International love. We tend to think it's an Internationale.

It is a movement, actually, with a mission statement.

Our slogan and mission statement states our purpose clearly: 'Yo, lovers of the world, unite!! You have nothing to lose but your independence, and nothing to gain but free sex from here to doomsday come.'

It's kind of catchy, don't you think?.

The committee is now working on the lyrics for our Anthem of Love International.

So far we got:
(a one, a two...)
''Up, Up, you slaves of no real sex,
up, up, you sex-starved old lecher...''

This is very curious, MsHarmony.

Let's say mind has power over matter. In that case, a broken leg could and must be healed by mind. Whereas it does not. Nor does an ear infection, or astigmatism, or even a common cold.

So much for mind over matter.

But wait!! There is more!!

If you say that a pscyhiatric disease, and its cure or treatment, is a matter of mind over matter, then you are stating that the emotional ills are not related to the mind, but to matter, like parts of the brain. So to be depressed, in grief, feel hunger, be angry... are all funcitons of the flesh. Which the mind controls.

But wait!! There is more!!

By saying that curing the disease of the mind, such as schizophrenia, anxiety problems, personality disorders, or paranoia, is a mind-over-matter thing.

These are diseases of the mind.

So if a healthy mind is needed, then the person of psychiatric ills can't cure himself or herself, coz his or her mind is not well.

So if you have both of your arms broken, how can you put either one in a sling?

Or... since all of us has only one mind, which, as you say, ought to cure itself, a diseased mind, you are saying that a man or a woman with a broken arm, and that's his only arm, the other is smissing, is supposed to be able to put his broken arm in a sling expertly, and cure its own broken bones.

MsHarmony, this is not good thinking in my opinion.

On three major counts.

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Please explain how you think a disease of the mind is essentially a disease of the flesh, and how a broken mind is supposed to cure itself by itself and with no outside help, be the outside help a sugar pill or a psychiatric care, or some chemical drugs, or any number of them combined.

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this is the topic of this thread: Can you change someone else's opinoin by reading these threads.

This is the second time when it has come up that I caught you on your reasoning, which gave you an opinion which is opposite to mine, and the first time I could not change your mind despite I only used the elements of your opinion and reasoning, and rearranged them so, that they would show without any doubt that you formed the wrong opinion. A that time I could not change your mind, despite your being (logically only) clearly wrong.

Now is the second time. Will a broken mind cure itself, can it? According to your opinion, it can; I just showed how it can't, using only the elements of your own very reasoning.

Will I change your mind or opinion this time? this is the million dollar question.

So now I asked you to defend how you imagine your opinion is sensible. I do this to force you to admit your opinion is wrong. But will you. That is the billion dollar question. Because the first time around you tried to backpedal, and use all kinds of reasons to wriggle out of the thing, but you could not.

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Please don't misunderstand me, MsHarmony, I still like you, and like you a lot; I like the way you stand up for what you say and that you still permit yourself to have fun, after what must have been a lifetime of mainly unfairly allotted hardships to you.

I respect and like you, and here we have a difference of opinions on one particular subject, that's it. It's not that I hate you or want you ill because of this difference. This is all friendly debate to me, I don't have the urge at all to become disruptive, or throw expletives. Not at all. I like you, very much, but still, it does not change the fact that I want you to change your opinion on mental diseases, their origin, cause, treatment, and prognosis, and how those fit all together.