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To: Jane4IceCream who wrote (118574)	3/18/2008 5:48:35 PM
From: SeachRE	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 173976

The markets may be looking forward to the day GWB won't be "reassuring" them any longer. This mkt has legs especially if Hillary wins the nomination...I'd make a major shift into solar and wind. The USA must become less MidEast-dependent. We need vigorous and intelligent leaders to get the USA up and running again.

To: Jane4IceCream who wrote (118574)	3/18/2008 6:22:18 PM
From: one_less	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 173976

Long time ago in a town tucked away by a stretch of beautiful beach there was a little girl named Jane, who lived with her father. Her family had always been boat makers. Boat making was hard to do on a beach. There wasn't much success for her family, nor for the rest of the town. Being poor didn't bother Jane because she loved to paint. On the beaches, Jane drew animal shapes in the sand. By the river, Jane drew fish and plants on rocks with her wet finger. There was no stopping Jane's creativity for canvas and paint. When she was old enough, she went to a nearby Indian tribe to speak with the Chief . She knew the old Chief was a famous painter and Jane wanted to learn from him. The old Chief told Jane she was too young and that she should stay with her family to make boats. Jane was devastated and walked home slowly, crying silently all the way. That night, a white owl appeared at Jane's window. "Whooo," the owl cried as it flew into Jane's bedroom. In a flash, the owl changed into an old woman. Jane hid behind her bed, trembling. The old woman laughed and said, "I've been watching you, Jane. You're a very talented artist. I've brought a gift from the gods. It's a magic Paint brush. Use it, and it'll make many people happy." Then the old woman turned back into the white owl, flying out the window and into the night. Jane blinked her eyes, and blinked them again. The brush was on the table, waiting for the her to pick it up. Jane picked up the brush and a tingle ran up her arm. She had to try out her gift. She unrolled a torn piece of cloth, mixed some ash with water to make ink, then drew a bird. Nothing happened for a moment but then Jane couldn't believe her eyes. The bird blinked, then ruffled its feathers. With a stretch of its wings, the bird came to life and flew off the paper. Jane fell to the ground! Jane tried again, but this time with a turtle. The turtle came to life with a hard shell and a head that popped in and out of that shell. All night, Jane drew little animals that came to life. When morning arrived, Jane ran to where boats are constructed to greet her father. She had to show him her new paint brush. Jane walked towards a broken dock by the bay. It hasn't been used in years because it was missing the supports and the wood was too decayed. Jane waved her magical paint brush in the air and drew new materials for the doc. POOF, the materials appeared on the dock. Jane continued to draw things for her father to use on boat ramps and around his work site. They were both very happy. A week went by and news of Jane's paintbrush spread through the town. Neighbors visited Jane to have her draw new equipment and supplies for their businesses. She was happy to help them all. One neighbor who heard about Jane was Mustache Seach, the mean capital investment banker who lived at the end of the town and would loan the towns people money for their enterprises always at exhorbitant rates. No one liked him. He abused his animals, stole from the town, and cheated the people he loaned money to. Mustache Seach had a plan. He told his henchmen to kidnap Jane and steal her paintbrush. Wednesday night, Mustache Seach's men grabbed Jane when she was walking home from the beach. Jane was thrown into an abandoned shed and two guys stood guard at the door while another ran for Mustache Seach. When Mustache Seach arrived, he smelled something burning from inside the shed. He opened the door and found a cooked meal and a blanket, both of which were drawn by Jane for comfort. Mustache Seach discovered something else: a ladder perched against the back window of the shed. Jane had drawn a ladder to escape her capture. With all of his might, Mustache Seach yelled and knocked over the fire, burning the shed to the ground. Jane watched the chaos from behind a big rock and was not found. She ran home and hid for the next month. During this month, stories of Jane's magical paintbrush traveled all over California. People described animals coming to life and how one town's poverty turned around with the aid of new farming equipment; all of this because of one little girl's big heart and her paintbrush. The news reached even to the ears of the Governor. Governor AS was a greedy man. He hoarded gold and gems from far away lands. He counted his money daily. He even had servants killed if they were eating too much food. The Governor wanted Jane's magical paintbrush. He set out a million-dollar reward for the capture of Jane and her paintbrush. Jane was captured by the Governor's soldiers and brought before the Governor. Jane was separated with her brush and then thrown into jail. The Governor wondered what was to be his first drawing with the magical paintbrush. He drew what he thought was a golden phoenix. A golden phoenix to lay him golden eggs. The bird flapped its wings and came to life as a common chicken. "Bock," it cried and ran around the governors conference room. The governor tried to draw a bar of gold. Since he was a greedy man, he drew a long bar of gold. The gold bar wiggled off the paper in the shape of a snake. The huge snake crept towards the governor and wrapped itself around him. The governor yelled for his national guardsmen to free him. At the same time, the chicken ran and jumped up on the head of governor, and laid a big yellow egg. Jane was ordered out of jail to the governor's conference room. The governor was furious and frustrated, unable to paint gold and riches. He ordered Jane to draw for him a sailing vessel, large enough for the governor's family and all of his servants. Jane drew the most beautiful boat, carved from rare woods and gilded with gold and gemstone sparkles. Next she was ordered to draw a river to where to dock the boat. Jane drew a river. When it came to life, it picked up speed and enough strength to give birth to a tidal wave. Water crashed and destroyed the AS's mansion. The rough tides towed the boat far out to sea. The evil governor was stuck on the royal boat never to return to Canada. With all of the confusion, no one saw Jane sneak away, draw herself a horse and ride away. Where did she go? Some say that Jane went home to continue to help the poor. Some others say she created franchise of Latte bars across the Southern USA and drew lattes. Some say she took up playing flute and played beautifully but could not find anyone to teach her until one night at about dusk a golden Sea Gull landed beside her while she drank a latte and played her flute by the dock of the bay. Roughly recollected from a chinese tea tale. less_Rough_cut