Folks,
This is an investment b-board, not a mud slinging b-board.
If you need to sling mud, go find somewhere else to do it!!!
I'm an investor! I come here to do a little DD, share a little DD,
and invest. I for one don't think this mud is really necessary here!
Dusty, why don't you just pickup your ball and play with some
other kids, you seem to be just piss full of vinegar...
Mike B
p.s. A little story that I hope make folks take a deep breath
and thinks before slamming others...
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A story heard...
Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old
son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads, he said,
"God is good. God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would
even thank you more if mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And
Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard
a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids
today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice-cream!
Why, I never!" Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked
me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?" As I held him and
assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly
not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He
winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought
that was a great prayer."
"Really?" my son asked. "Cross my heart." Then in theatrical
whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started
this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A
little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my son ice cream at the end of the meal.
He stared at it for a moment, picked it up and, without a word,
walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile,
he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the
soul sometimes, and my soul is good already." |
