Clever pic

This pic got my Facebook account disabled ..... but in fairness to Facebook ....... they did give it back to me when I agreed to remove it , its a great pic though ......................................................................................................................... IT IS A PICTURE OF AN EYE .. OK !

Now you're just being silly ........

I've struggled with kleptomania for many years now .......... and when it gets really bad ........ I have to take something for it !


They say " a womans work is never done " ........ guess thats why they get paid less !

HOW NOT TO PASS A BREATHALYZER TEST

WHY MEN DONT WRITE ADVICE COLUMNS :

Dear Walter,

I hope you can help me here. The other day, I set off for work leaving my husband in the house watching the TV as usual. I hadn't driven more than a mile down the road when the engine conked out and the car shuddered to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband's help. When I got home I couldn't believe my eyes. He was in our bedroom with the neighbour's daughter. I am 41, my husband is 44, and the neighbour's daughter is 22.

We have been married for ten years. When I confronted him, he broke down and admitted that they had been having an affair for the past six months. I told him to stop or I would leave him. He was let go from his job six months ago and he says he has been feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly distant. He won't go to counselling and I'm afraid I can't get through to him anymore.

Can you please help?
Sincerely,
Sheila
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Dear Sheila:

A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the vacuum pipes and hoses on the intake manifold and also check all grounding wires. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the injectors.

I hope this helps,
Walter

HANDY HINT no. 212

How to tell if you have piles ( Haemorrhoids aka Assteroids ) -


You'll need a chair with a reasonably soft seat. place the chair next to a window. do a headstand on the chair and place your bum up against the glass. why a window and not a mirror is something to do with refractive index. make sure the window is facing a police station or a little old lady that is sure to call a police station. the prison doctor will inform you if you have piles .

YOU'RE HAVING A LAUGH ..........

I was a big fan of The Professionals ( '77 - '83 ) back in the day , it starred Lewis Collins , Martin Shaw and Gordon Jackson and was a gung-ho macho spy drama with a smattering of tongue in cheek humour thrown in for good luck .

But the fact is that time takes its tole and none of us look like we did back then ..... but seriously , does Martin Shaw think this wig fools anybody ???????


Hahahahahahahahahahaha !!!!!!!!!!!!

NO ONE SAW IT COMING .........................

Just about the best excuse ever and the biggest lie in the world ........When it comes to the property crash / recession I can think of two people off the top of my head who most certainly " saw it coming " and not only that but made sure they were not going to be in the firing line when it hit .
These two feckers were fast enough to take credit when there was a global upswing but the minute it looked like it might all collapse they both quit and left their two ministers for finance in charge to take the flak ...... and you just know that those two muppets knew what was coming too but were willing to step in front of that runaway train for a taste of power and claim that no one could have possibly known what was about to happen ......... did they think the price of houses was simply going to go up to a €1 million per house all across the British Isles with no consequences ?
And you can bet that George W would have skipped out too if he had been given the choice ...... all he can do now is keep his head down till it all blows over and then re-appear with that big stupid grin and pretend that he hadn't taken part in driving the world into the biggest recession since the early part of the 20th century .
Its not much of a prediction to forecast that Fianna Fail and The Labour Party ( UK ) will be voted out when they finally have no choice but to hold an election ......... bloody liars !

MICHAEL JACKSON DIES IN SHOCKINGLY NORMAL FASHION

MICHAEL Jackson, the King of Pop, shocked the world last night by dying in an incredibly ordinary way.




You can finally admit to knowing all the words again His millions of fans were stunned after the singer died of a very normal heart attack instead of electrocuting himself while re-enacting scenes from The Wizard of Oz with a cast of under-age giraffes.

The heart, Jackson's last original body part, was due to perform in London next month where it was expected to pump blood to a pair of new legs, a borrowed arm and the 14th version of the singer's face.

In Los Angeles, as preparations began for the funeral, a spokesman for the Jackson family said: "While we want to respect Michael's wishes we may have to abandon his desire to have the coffin carried by eight chimpanzees. I don't think he really thought that through."

But it is understood Jackson will be buried in his favourite Peter Pan costume in a bid to ensure that his last journey is as weird and freaky as possible.

Uri Geller, Jackson's friend and now acting King of the Freaks, said: "I feel so desperately sorry for all the freaks today. He was their Diana, their Elvis, their Mother Theresa and their Jade Goody all rolled into one. Which is actually what he looked like too. Check out this spoon."

In Hollywood dozens of other stars paid tribute, describing him as a genius, an inspiration and the sort of very close friend you did not need to have your picture taken with.

Later today thousands of fans are expected to gather outside Neverland, the singer's former home and shout 'ee-hee' in unison, while in London, tabloid newspaper editors are bidding over a grainy image, supposedly taken this morning, showing Jackson still very much alive and part of a travelling band of Bulgarian circus folk.

Meanwhile at Madame Tussauds wax museum, security guards are standing by to prevent visitors poking the Michael Jackson statue amid rumours the singer had finally found the perfect hiding place.


On the internet, chat forums were awash with Jackson tributes from people who were convinced he was a pervert and wanted him strung up but who were now desperate to tell the world that he was a victim of the media and that Thriller was a ground-breaking work of genius.

Jen, from Milwaukee, said: "As you said Michael, Billie Jean was not your lover and neither was McAuley Culkin, regardless of what I may or may not have written on my blog four years ago. I hope you find peace in freak heaven."

Pete, from London, wrote: "The way you danced like a zombie changed the way people thought about dancing like a zombie forever. Rest in Pop."

And Sam, from Rio de Janeiro, said: "You were my heart. I love you sing. You make special times but now you in heaven with all the children. Try not feel them up. God can see your hands now."

" The Daily Mash "

Tesco displays Josef Fritzl book in Father's Day display

Shoppers were amazed to see the title detailing the gruesome crimes of the Austrian billed as a suitable present.

In The Crimes of Josef Fritzl, the true depravity of the man who locked up his daughter Elisabeth in a cellar for 24 years and fathered seven children with her - murdering one of them - is detailed.

And amazingly the chain has defended its decision to stock it in the promotion.

One female shopper, who asked to remain anonymous, said: "Am I alone in feeling appalled to see a book entitled The Crimes of Josef Fritzl on display as a suggested gift for Father's Day? "It's hardly an appropriate Father's Day gift, I would have thought."

But Tesco has hit back at the complaints, saying it would smack of censorship to remove certain books because some people found them offensive.

A spokesman said: "It's a book about a true crime and fathers and people in general are interested in things like this, books about the war, serial killers etc.

"It's not a vulgar or grotesque book. It's a serious book about a very serious crime.

"It would be touching on censorship if we removed it. Where would we draw the line? Would you like us to go through every DVD we sell removing those that some may find offensive?

"Tesco are comfortable selling this book. Crime fiction and non-fiction are very popular. This was a high-profile case that occurred in recent times.

"I wouldn't be comfortable buying it as a Father's Day gift, but I wouldn't want to tell other people not to. No-one is being forced to buy it."

PAID TO DO IT 72 TIMES

GREEDY ? ..... MP's weren't claiming nearly enough ! ..... by ALAN B'STARD

Yesterday morning, I awoke with a strange, unsettling sensation. I couldn't recall ever feeling this way before. I just lay there, staring up at the Michelangelo fresco and trying to identify the nature of this unease.
Then a dim childhood memory surfaced, something to do with setting fire to a cat, and I realised the feeling was - guilt. I turned over in the huge four-poster bed, accidentally knocking two Brazilian pole dancers on to the floor. I felt dreadful - not about them, obviously, but about the fate that has befallen our once proud nation.
But why? It's not my fault the House of Commons is full of flippers, chancers and sneaks. I can't be entirely to blame for the grim standard of MP that has swarmed in to our ancient legislature over the past few decades. But I do have to take some responsibility for their antics. After all, they were only trying to emulate me.
The master: A second house? I had nine second houses, one of them a yacht moored off Macauto for change
I admit that when I was first elected as an MP, back in the Eighties, I quickly became infamous for the scope and imagination of my expense claims. A second house? I had nine second houses, one of them a yacht moored off Macau, and all paid for by you - my grateful, if uninformed, people.
And then there were my highly paid girls Monday to Friday, all 100 per cent subsidised, and renowned worldwide for their beauty and double-jointed flexibility. They made the inmates of the Playboy mansion look like arthritic nuns.
But I soon matured and realised that massaging my allowances - and being massaged on allowances - was small beer.


That's when I invented financial derivatives and set out on the path to unimaginable wealth. But, as we all now realise, my derivatives played no small part in the worst recession we've known. And, regrettably, my resulting losses made rather a dent in said unimaginable wealth. I needed to find new revenue streams in which to dip my toes.
And so I admit that it was I who leaked - all right, sold - every sordid detail of the MPs' expenses claims. In my defence, I had no choice. I needed to lay my hands quickly on a modest wad - my bank accounts having been outrageously frozen by the Serious Fraud Office pending their investigation into how, allegedly, I managed to divert £50billion worth of Alistair Darling's fiscal easing into my personal piggy bank.
Naturally, as a life-long Tory, I had assumed that the expenses coverage would focus exclusively on Labour Party misdeeds, while soft-pedalling our own people's minor accounting errors.
And at first it seemed I was right, as analysts gleefully recounted such scandals as John Prescott's two replacement toilet seats.
I have to say I was astounded. Only two? I'd have thought Prezza crushes the loo seat to dust every time he visits the smallest room.

After all, I discovered Tony BlairAs the litany of Labour outrages unfolded, I felt a quiet satisfaction. The vision of Michael Martin and Hazel Blears fighting to be first in the JobCentre queue was politically delightful and oddly arousing.
Then, to my horror, the fire was turned on the Tories. Why? I suspect some still don't trust dishy Dave Cameron, believing him to be a clone of Tony Blair. He is, of course, but what they don't realise is that Tony was a Tory all along.
I should know - after all, I discovered T. Blair. When I first encountered him, he was just a second-rate lawyer with almost no interest in politics. Yet I could see his potential as a promising young actor with bags of ambition.
And when I realised John Major's mob were doomed, I trained up Tony and insinuated him into Labour, so there'd still be someone who believed in unfettered capitalism at the helm of Great Britain PLC. Someone I could control.
The plan worked a treat. On election, I - or rather Tony - promptly slashed taxes, dismantled banking regulations and unleashed the City of London wide-boys. For five or six years we all had a great time.
Unfortunately, the moment I took my eye off Blair he decided he really was a politician - and next thing we're fighting simultaneous wars against insane dressing-gown-wearing suicide bombers.
But I digress. Back to the current expenses business. No sooner had Labour's disgrace been reflected in a joyful collapse in their polling than the honourable and totally justifiable claims of Conservative MPs came to light.
Take Douglas Hogg. He is the latest in a long line of Hoggs who have served the nation for centuries, and all he wants in return is the right to retire behind castle walls and have nothing to do with the common herd.

Can you do anything with a moat for two grand?
But because he claims £2,000 for a moat, everyone turns on him! I mean, 2,000 measly pounds! Does anyone think you can do anything with a moat for two grand, beyond perhaps restocking it with goldfish?
Obviously, Douglas has massively subsidised the public purse by refurbishing his moat with his own money, and probably the £2,000 is simply for signs saying 'Private property - keep out', which should be paid for by the public, as they are aimed at the public. Another fine man unfairly besmirched is Alan Duncan, one of our few remaining Right-wing ideologues.
Alan is criticised for reclaiming £600 or £700 for a sit-upon lawn mower. What on earth is wrong with that? Have you seen Alan Duncan? He's tiny. We can't expect him to mow his garden on foot! He'd be out there until midnight.
I still clung to the hope that the spotlight would switch to the Lib Dems to take the heat off us Tory big beasts.
Sure enough, Ming Campbell was caught out paying a grand or so to an interior decorator, which at least shows some class compared with Chris Huhne's trouser press - which, to judge by his crumpled attire, he clearly never uses. But overall the Liberals turned out as dull and unimaginative as ever.

What, then, is behind this collapse of Parliamentary probity, other than the impossibility of living on an MP's pathetic stipend? Are our members morally inferior to their predecessors? Is Expensesgate the symptom of a deeper malaise?
I think the answer, one that politicians fear to acknowledge, is that MPs are powerless.
Once in No10, the PM immediately sets out on the path of ignoring his or her backbenchers. These poor worms are kept in place by vague promises of future advancement - and the fear of losing their cushy positions the moment they show any independence.
So cowed and pathetic is today's Parliamentary Labour Party that nobody of stature had the guts to stand against Gordon Brown for the leadership. Thus we have a Prime Minister chosen neither by the voters nor his own party members. Even President I'm A Dinner Jacket of Iran has a more democratic mandate than Gordon!

I think the answer is that MPs are powerless
Besides, even if Parliament tried to hold the Government to account, they'd have little impact, since 70 per cent of our laws are made in Brussels and merely rubber stamped in Westminster.
I suspect you are wondering why on earth I care. Surely, I hear you say, Sir Alan B'Stard (I received the knighthood in Blair's retirement honours, but we kept it out of the papers, obviously) has no interest in this once great country other than to pillage it for his personal benefit?
I admit that is, to a great extent, true. Yet I consider myself to be the equivalent of a proud Masai warrior.
The Masai keep cattle and live off their blood by piercing a bull's vein and draining off a pint every now and then. The warrior doesn't kill the bull, however. He looks after the bull, and the bull repays the favour.
Likewise, I will not allow the beast that nourishes me - the Westminster establishment - to become so sick there is no blood left to tap. I'd be a very foolish parasite indeed.
Therefore I have no choice but to return to public life. Indeed, I'm already building a new party.
Even had Parliament not lost all respect, I fear my services would still be needed, following the worldwide financial crisis that Gordon Brown is in no way responsible for. Everyone knows hard choices must be made and that no mainstream party has the nerve to make them.
My manifesto is simple. We'll save billions by cancelling Trident, our 'independent' nuclear deterrent, on the grounds of cost and the fact that it isn't independent - we'd have to get America's permission to fire it.

We'll lease East London to the French so they can have the bloody Olympics after all
We'll save further fortunes when we scrap plans for ID cards - the Civil Service would either lose our details or misfile them, anyway.
We'll abolish the Department of Trade, the Department of Culture, Media and Sport, and we'll sell off the BBC. We'll lease East London to the French so they can have the bloody Olympics after all - and pay for them.
We'll slash top-rate income tax to 20 per cent to encourage the super-rich to come back and live here. Then we'll triple VAT on luxury goods. Millionaires love spending money, and if designer handbags and posh restaurants shoot up in price, the plutocracy will merely value these things more.
Finally, we'll grant full independence to Scotland and Wales. We might be worse off if Scotland keeps the oil, but in the long term, we'll be well rid of the tartan spongers. I wouldn't mind making the North of England independent, too, but that might be harder to arrange.
You're probably quite excited now and want to know what my new party will be called so you can vote for us. Well, I think there's only one possible name: The Honesty Party.
Will I be leader? Or course not. I intend to auction the leadership to the highest bidder. I will have a far more important position. I'm going to be Speaker.

Tw@ of the week

It's no surprise that this weeks Tw@ of the week is from the Afternoon Show on RTE ........ as it probably should be every week.
This week its Trevor Keegan , the guy who took over from the woman who took over from the other woman who replaced the presenter who ...... oh lets just say it .... he's the next in a long line of people who are having dental problems while trying to work alongside Blathnaid Ni Chofaigh .

This week our Trev informed the public ( through grinding teeth ) that he made his own Garlic Bread ..... when questioned further by the chef de jour ... " Oh , you made your own bread ? , thats very brave " ... he replied " oh no ... I bought the bread ! " ....... and in conclusion ... it seems that this week Trevor Keegan buttered a piece of bread folks , is there no limit to the talents of RTE presenters ?

G20 Summit

It was more like the Oscars than a summit for people who are supposed to be working for us .
1st mistake we all make is to call them our leaders !!!
These people are our " representitives " , they are not superstars , and they are certainly not the smartest people on the planet , haven't we learned that yet ? .
To see these people jockeying for position at every event , be it a dinner or a round table meeting is a little embarressing , turning every meeting into a photo op and spending money like its going out of fashion is absolutely appalling .
Obama brought an entourage of 600 with him to the G20 ....... I could be sarchastic now but it just isn't funny , not only did he bring his own Limousine with him , he brought Marine 1 ... his personal helicopter ... and wait for it .... he also brought Marine 2 .... his " decoy " personal helicopter . [FYI ( President George W Bush ordered a new fleet of 28 helicopters in 2005 at a cost of $6.1 billion , at the moment the estimate for these aircraft has risen to $11.2 .... thats $400mil each !!! ) President Obama is reviewing the situation ] .... I suppose that if you consider that Marine 1 often travels with 5 other " Marine 1's " when it fly's domestically , the G20 is getting a bargain !!!
At what point does this become a negative event ?
Why cant these people do this using the available technology and save the taxpayers around $300million everytime they meet ? . I've seen the conferencing that can be done today , the technology is amazing and the money saved could be used for better purposes ..... what would John Lennon have made of all this nonsence ?

CIVILIZATION

We like to refer to ourselves as a civilized species , as opposed to " savage " or " barbaric " ........ but of course that is nonsense , we are savage and barbaric by nature . We shouldn't appologize for this , what we should do is acknowledge it . How can we ever hope to improve if we keep denying what we truly are ?
This world is becoming increasingly crowded , and a consequence of this is violence , it makes perfect sense for humans to have some sort of culling system , to thin the herd ...... but instead of that , we are trying desperately to do the opposite .
We are trying to find a cure for cancer ..... why ?
Cancer is nature's way of keeping numbers dawn , yes ... it is an awful disease and it is harrowing to watch someone die from it ( anyone , not just a loved one ) but the reality is that 30,000 children die in Africa every day from disease and hunger , the disease being malaria .... which we can cure , which we HAVE cured in the developed world and hunger which we can stop tomorrow if we choose .
Why are we now going to spend billions on Stem Cell research to try and cure Altzheimers , Parkinson's and Spinal cord injuries ? ........ well the answer is simple .... and its the same answer to all these ethical questions ........ Money , the almighty dollar . It has nothing to do with us being civilized , caring , concerned ..... there's money at the end of this rainbow .
There's no money to be made from saving 30,000 african babies a day ......... so ... we dont , but if we could prolong the life of the rich and famous , if we could clone designer babies for people who can afford it , then it will be worth it .
Its nice that Madonna has adopted children from developing countries , but its a little creepy that she picks " physically beautiful " kid's . now I'm not having a go at Madonna but she does buy kids like people buy cars ( Have you got this one in different colour ? ) ....... we all know where this is headed ... dont we ?
Fast-forward 20 years and the rich will no longer be " giving birth " , they will design the baby they want and pay with cold hard cash .
The rest of us will have babies the " old fashioned way " .... just so they can be disposable in case of war or global catastrophe , something the children of the rich and famous never have to worry about ...... bless !
Our kids will be brought up by parents who watch " Strictly Come Dancing , Little Britain and Eastenders " ..... of course there are parents out there who have a higher level of inteligence than that , but they are becoming the minority .
We are a strange species with strange priorities ... we would rather spend countless millions keeping Charles Manson alive for 60 years behind bars , with the best of medical care than to spend the same amount on saving childrens lives .
We allow the media to bombard us with bad news 24 hours a day rather than make a stand and demand that thay behave in some sort of ethical way . Forensic psychiatrists and psychologists tell us that the worst thing we can do in regard to serial killers and mass murderers is to " cater " to them ..... to lawd them on the news , to make them into a kind of anti-hero , to go on about the body count , this story should be made as boring as possible to all but the community involved ... if the media go on and on about the incident , the odds increase that another such event will occur within 3 to 5 days , this is the professional advice , this advice is of course never taken .
It used to be that Lawyers were the scum of the earth ......... but not anymore .. the new scum is The PR men , the people who can spin any story any way they want , and then you have the Media men , the people who will desparately try to drain every second of air time from the nonsense spun . When was the last time you saw footage of a peace rally ? ........ Exactly ! ...... Unless there is a protest at a pease rally , it doesn't get air time .
The " News " loves mass shootings at schools , they can fill our screens for days with footage of the victims , the witness's , friends of the killer , class mates of the killer , shots of the school , CCTV footage of the killing , mobile phone footage of the killer when he was 12 playing " in happier times " ...... photographs of the killer himself , graphic reconstructions of the events , pictures of the weapons used .......... I could go on and on ....... its called " media frenzy " and it turns sad pathetic losers into heroes for the disenfranchised section of our community , and all this is done in such a way that we are led to believe that the media is looking for an answer .... Why did this happen ? ... What turned this young man into a crazed killer ? ...... How can we spin this story out for the next week ?

I wrote this piece after the mass killing in Germany ........ 3 days later there was a mass killing in The USA .

Surely in a civilized society , we would try to minimize the damage , not exaggerate it , but where's the money in that ?

http://www.miketheheadlesschicken.org

September 10th, 1945 finds a strapping (but tender) five and a half month old Wyandotte rooster pecking through the dust of Fruita, Colorado. The unsuspecting bird had never looked so delicious as he did that, now famous, day. Clara Olsen was planning on featuring the plump chicken in the evening meal. Husband Lloyd Olsen was sent out, on a very routine mission, to prepare the designated fryer for the pan. Nothing about this task turned out to be routine. Lloyd knew his Mother in Law would be dining with them and would savor the neck. He positioned his ax precisely, estimating just the right tolerances, to leave a generous neck bone. "It was as important to Suck-Up to your Mother in Law in the 40's as it is today." A skillful blow was executed and the chicken staggered around like most freshly terminated poultry.

Then the determined bird shook off the traumatic event and never looked back. Mike (it is unclear when the famous rooster took on the name) returned to his job of being a chicken. He pecked for food and preened his feathers just like the rest of his barnyard buddies.

When Olsen found Mike the next morning, sleeping with his "head" under his wing, he decided that if Mike had that much will to live, he would figure out a way to feed and water him. With an eyedropper Mike was given grain and water. It was becoming obvious that Mike was special. A week into Mike's new life Olsen packed him up and took him 250 miles to the University of Utah in Salt Lake City . The skeptical scientists were eager to answer all the questions regarding Mike's amazing ability to survive with no head. It was determined that ax blade had missed the jugular vein and a clot had prevented Mike from bleeding to death. Although most of his head was in a jar, most of his brain stem and one ear was left on his body. Since most of a chicken's reflex actions are controlled by the brain stem Mike was able to remain quite healthy.



In the 18 MONTHS that Mike lived as "The Headless Wonder Chicken" he grew from a mere 2 1/2 lbs. to nearly 8 lbs. In a Gayle Meyer interview Olsen said Mike was a "robust chicken - a fine specimen of a chicken except for not having a head." Some longtime Fruita residents, gathered at the Monument Cafe for coffee, also remember Mike - "he was a big fat chicken who didn't know he didn't have a head" - "he seemed as happy as any other chicken." Mike's excellent state of health made it difficult for animal-rights activists to garner much of a following. Even now the town of Fruita celebrates Mike's impressive will to live, not the nature of his handicap. Miracle Mike took on a manager, and with the Olsens in tow, set out on a national tour. Curious sideshow patrons in New York , Atlantic City , Los Angeles , and San Diego lined up to pay 25 cents to see Mike. The "Wonder Chicken" was valued at $10,000.00 and insured for the same. His fame and fortune would earn him recognition in Life and Time Magazines. It goes without saying there was a Guinness World Record in all this. While returning from one of these road trips the Olsens stopped at a motel in the Arizona desert. In the middle of the night Mike began to choke. Unable to find the eyedropper used to clear Mike's open esophagus Miracle Mike passed on.

TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED.

I'm not one for taking the Lords name in vain at the drop of a hat ........ but .... sometimes a story comes along that is sooooo surreal that words absolutely fail me ........ of course this is the perfect oppertunity to cuss and swear , I believe thats what cussin' and swearin' were invented for in the first place , but the truth is that some stories are not covered by simple cuss words , you need to resort to blasphamy to get the point accross ......... you'll understand when you hear the stories .

Jordan ( Katie Price ) may represent the UK in the 2012 Olympics in the field of dressage ............... ( insert appropriate expletive here )

Dickens couldn't have made it up .

AND ........ Samuel " Joe the plumber " Wurzelbacher is to go to Gaza as a war correspondent for Pajamas TV .

"I get to go over there and let there 'Average Joes' share their story, what they think, how they feel, especially with world opinion, maybe get a real story out there, Wurzelbacher (said).

Thousands have died in the (recent) fighting. Joe knows the danger is very real, but believes his civic duty is once again calling him to do something bigger than himself.

"Being a Christian I'm pretty well protected by God I believe. That's not saying he's going to stop a mortar for me, but you gotta take the chance," Wurzelbacher (added).


CHRIST ON A BYCYCLE !!!!!!!