Dear Mr. Rothschild,

Sorry for the poster here, nothing personal, just using it to set the tone of this blog page. And this poster, I came across on Facebook, was what gave me the inspiration to write you. Your family net-worth is what stuck-out.

And I was going to send Bill Gates this letter/blog but I figure you could pass it on to him at your next meeting. Because after you-guys hear about this blog and the idea I have, you'll want to have a meeting. I mean, it's your World too!

The Golden Rule has always been my creed to live by. I figure it's the bases of any religion, or non-religious institutions, groups or businesses, or it should be. But as I have always treated others as I would want to be treated, there is a side-effect. I look at others and think, "what would I do In their situation." ....and I certainly wouldn't like to see my picture on a poster like this on Facebook.

My comment on the Facebook post was, 'these people could end World hunger and World pollution with a stroke of a pen.' 

Granted, it would take several years or more to actually see results, but the initial stroke of your pen would get it all started. And it wouldn't take a lot of your money or a lot of your time. It will however, and this is your side-effect, it will change the way people look at you. People will always hate you for your money, but this way they will see something different on Facebook. Like the other millionaires who have given millions to charities.

World hunger can be eradicated. A price has been set and estimated by the United Nations to solve this crisis of food shortage by focusing on agricultural development.
The cost to end world hunger is $30 billion a year. It may seem like a large sum of money, but when compared to the funds that the U.S. spends on defense - $737 billion in 2012, $30 billion seems more attainable. The $30 billion expense is manageable, especially when the U.S. would be joined by other investors in global poverty, but it has the capacity to be the leader.

More money will probably be needed for the worlds pollution. China alone will need to spend nearly 5 trillion yuan, or $817 billion, to fight air pollution, according to Fang Li, spokesman of the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Environmental Protection. Fang’s startling estimate came on Sept. 23 as he released the Chinese capital’s antipollution blueprint, which promises significant improvements in air quality by 2017.

Beijing alone will have to fork out $163 billion to clear its skies, according to Fang. The Chinese capital has for many years suffered from serious air pollution, but the smog reached record levels last winter when choking haze engulfed the city for weeks. Forced into action by the ensuing public outrage, the government is now unveiling its clean-air strategy as another undoubtedly toxic winter looms.

Already there, there ! (joke)

Already there, there !

An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

"Not very long," answered the Mexican.

"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.

The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full wonderful life, amigo"

The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."               

"And after that?" asked the Mexican.

"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your new huge, enterprise."

"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.

"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.

"And after that, amigo?"

"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"

"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the Mexican.

"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends and relatives."

"But amigo ....."

And the moral of this story is: Know where you're going in life ... You may already be there.

Queen's wardrobe edible ?

Did you ever think that the queen's outfits are edible?

Well, this one sure looks tastier and sweeter than the others she's worn, but they all look like they were made, or at least thought of, by a pastry chef. Or a wanna be. Or a person who has more of a sweet tooth and sugar taste rather than any determinable good fashion taste or sense.

This fashion statement appears that the designer couldn't get far enough away from the orange sorbet to complete their garment for her majesty. And, considering the Queen's conservatism, it is very surprising she put the 'thing' on, or got even close to doing it. It's a wonder her royal blood didn't boil after being exposed to it. Or a wonder her monarch skin didn't crawl away when it touched it. Or that her dead aristocracy didn't get out of their graves to protest, when they got word of the likes of it on their precious Elizabeth.

Maybe the Queen just wants to appear more liberal to the people this way. If you have a dress that looks more palatable, possibly her following will show a liking and like her and continue to follow suit, and to continue to like paying taxes. And to continue to like her and her family so they can keep their jobs. And yes, to keep liking her so she can continue with these tasty delectable outfits that turn the people on. Or makes their mouth water.

"The way to the people is through their stomachs, and/or taste-buds?"

Come to think of it, this could be the steps the Queen is taking to go green, and help diminish England's carbon footprint on the World. Since she only wears her outfits once, and she donates it to hang somewhere for ever; if it was edible it would be more of use. She could donate her garments to the poor so they could eat them. And the Queen wouldn't have to spend any more of the taxpayers money to have the dress / dessert washed before hand. Her royal smells would spice and flavor their meal and add to their 'chowing down' experience.

Instead of saying, "let them eat cake," she could now just say, "let them eat my dress."

Just think of all the mouths the Queen could feed with her extravaganza of editable clothes. No, it's mutton, no it's one of the Queens dresses she wore during the Olympics. There's no telling where this could lead to. It may even spread over the 'pond' to the states. All kinds of government people could follow the Queens healthful steps in the right direction. Most of them only wear their cloths once anyway. Instead of wasting them, turn them into food. And here's the best part that any 'big gov-er' will love to hear about this idea. They are sure to change their ways. They don't have to stop their war mongering around the Planet, just buy more cloths from the Queen's pastry chef recipe. Finally the poor will be fed. Imagine that.


Fetuses Masturbate !

"Fetuses masturbate? yea right!" Just when I thought it was safe to go on to another subject, after completing my very controversial blog  'Fireworks with Yourself' - I get a Christmas gift that tells me, "hold on there space monkey. Here's somethin else right down your line. You'll be known as 'Doctor Jerk-off" for sure after this."

And it is a book gift, which are my main gifts for the year. And my yearly gifts I receive are mostly books. They must be getting the idea I like books. Good. I do, and especially the unusual type books. And I'm talkin real books here, made out of wood, not plastic, '100 Things You're Not Supposed to know,' by Russ Kick. A wonderful compilation of 100 unique facts unknown to most people.Thank you Russ Kick, most of them blew me away, if I can use that vibrator, I mean vernacular. (Amazon below)

So naturally if ya have twins they'll do it together, but when they do that together after their born that means the kids would need to be 're-born' or worse 'exorcism' or worse even 'Father kills you in a rage'! But if life was better to you, or you it, and you got through all that and continue to masturbate, good for you two. 'Jerk-off be happy - Jerk-off be healthy' is my motto. Hey and just happen to think; they could pin 'incest' on those kids quite easily these days.

Oh and found another one, #51 Men have clitorises' which I'll have to get back to and find out where.
Come to think of it I think I ......

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# 56
In 1996, two ob-gyns in Itally published a letter in the American Journal of Obstetrics and Gynecologyl. The heart of the matter was:

-We recently observed a female fetus a 32 weeks gestation touching the vulva with the fingers of the right hand. The caressing movements were centered primarily on the region of the clitoris. Movements stopped after 30 to 40 seconds and started again after a few minutes. Furthermore, these slight touches were repeated and were associated with shore, rapid movements of pelvis and legs. After another break, in addition to this behavior, the fetus contracted the muscles of the trunk and limbs, and then clonicotonic movements[ie, prolonged spasms] of the whole body followed, Finally, she relaxed and rested.
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T H I S  J U S T  I N :

vincent wade drunk naked Vincent Wade Crashes His Car, Gets Naked And Plays With Himself On The Street:
Apparently Philadelphia is now the City of Brotherly Self-Love as well.
On Monday morning, Vincent J. Wade, a 34-year-old Jersey man, allegedly got wasted and crashed his car into a Pennsylvania Crown Fried Chicken, Philly Mag first reported. Then things got a little out of hand -- or in-hand, if you think about it.