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Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: E who wrote (66648)	11/15/2002 5:50:40 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

Yes I do. I think you have finally become part of what you fought against in that girls camp all those years ago. That is what I think.

To: E who wrote (66648)	11/15/2002 6:06:11 PM
From: The Philosopher	Respond to of 82486

You know, I think you're spot on in your analysis of jla.

To: E who wrote (66648)	11/15/2002 7:04:39 PM
From: mr.mark	Read Replies (9) \| Respond to of 82486

this is a test of the emergency grubbing system. if this was a real emergency you would have had to leave and let the grub go to anybody. this way, it goes to me. i now return you to your unusual programming...

To: E who wrote (66648)	11/17/2002 9:26:04 AM
From: one_less	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

"That's very interesting bit of sociology. Is it from personal observation? It has the feel of being a real phenomenon rather than speculation." I didn't mean to be picking on lawyers but... Yes its personal. The earliest experience that I can remember was when I was in the second grade. There was one obese boy in my class (apparently it is now common). He was picked on at every recess and seemed to be suffering. So, I made it a point to play with him at recess. This seemed to stop the teasing and he was even "tolerated" when I could get him to join in with the other kids. I accepted a couple of invitations to play at his house, but lost track of him after that school year. I moved. At the new school I was looking for a kid to play with at recess. There was one, kind of geeky kid, who was standing alone at recess. I approached him and asked if he wanted to play something. In his best eyore manner he said, sure but you have to have a ball and they never let me get one." "They," being the kids with any self confidence, I suppose. So, I said, "wait here." I ran across the infield of the sixth grade kick ball game and grabbed up the ball as it was being pitched. When I ran and handed it to my buddy, he asked, "what do I do with this?" I said, "I would run because the sixth graders are after it and they look pissed." He foolishly followed my advice and the biggest school wide keep away game I've ever seen followed. He and I were in the principle's office afterwards with some of those meanie sixth graders. We were all heroes for at least that day. When we got back to class every kid had a story to tell about the recess adventure. Teachers were doing double duty on the play ground for the next week, trying to dispell the attempts to start new keep away games. and pretty much, so it goes....not always without a nick or scratch to help me remember along the way.