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Politics : Don't Blame Me, I Voted For Kerry -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Carolyn who wrote (40179)	8/3/2004 9:44:18 PM
From: Jagfan	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 81568

Not quite true...... snopes.com As things turned out, although the events Ms. Jacobsen claims to have witnessed on her flight did occur (more or less), her interpretation of them (that they involved a group of terrrorists making a dry run for building a bomb in-flight) was erroneous. The men she observed on her flight were exactly what authorities told her they were: a group of Syrian musicians who had been hired to play at the Sycuan Casino & Resort near San Diego.

To: Carolyn who wrote (40179)	8/3/2004 9:55:19 PM
From: SiouxPal	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 81568

Carolyn it's good to see that you understand how horrible Bush has been in regards to our very lives being gambled with. Good to see you are voting for the best TEAM, John Kerry and John Edwards. Good for you.

To: Carolyn who wrote (40179)	8/3/2004 11:33:17 PM
From: Richnorth	Respond to of 81568

Ann, remember there is a saying to the effect that: A threat, be it real or imagined, is far worse than the execution of it! Here is an illustration of it. A few years ago I was playing a game of chess in an Open tournament. As my opponent was a stronger player I was forced to fight very hard to salvage a losing position. At one point I left my table and went to the washroom where, quite by chance, I was a handed a Cuban cigar by a friend who was ecstatic about the birth of his son, his first child. I thanked him, and promptly returned to my table because I was in time trouble. To calm my nerves, I stroked the cigar with my fingers and I placed it under my nose to enjoy its unique aroma. Then I rummaged my pockets as if I was looking for a lighter or matches. At this, my opponent suddenly looked angry and distraught, and left the table for a while. When he returned, he looked worse than before and, before long, he blundered off a pawn and then a rook and he lost the game shortly after. Later on, I found out that, earlier on, he went to complain to a supervisor that I was smoking a cigar. The supervisor told him he could see I was not smoking anything. Whereupon my opponent retorted, "But he looks like he's about to smoke his cigar." See, the threat of smoking which is forbidden in a serious chess game was worse than the execution of it! It cost my opponent the top prize!