Category Archives: Public Service Announcement

¿Por qué? Pourquoi? IX

I never want to insult anyone’s intelligence, and I won’t do it now. It’s not the people who fall for seemingly transparent internet scams that I fault, but the fools who perpetrate them. Truthfully, it could happen to any of us. Still, I see my Facebook and email friends capitulating to scam after scam, and it makes me wonder: ¿Por qué? Pourquoi?

The latest one is a rerun that surfaced two years ago, involving major airlines giving away two free tickets and a huge pile o’ money to spend. But ya gotta *share* the post first. Sharing on Facebook is something I rarely do, and when I do it, I know exactly where it’s coming from. I also don’t share (for obvious reasons) funny photos directly from a site that contains inappropriate stuff. Instead, I’ll save the photo to my own drive, THEN share it. That way, I’m not connected to a site which may or may not have sinister plans for world domination, or, as is more likely, pageviews for spamming purposes.

“Sharing” a post or article or picture on Facebook is designed to do just that: share you with a particular site. So, today’s PSA: Don’t make it a habit to randomly click “Share” — rather, copy a URL or save a picture and post it yourself.

And whatever you do, don’t help the spammers by posting their crap and writing, “I don’t know if this is true, but it couldn’t hurt to share it!” Well, it could, and it could hurt YOU and your privacy. Facebook is already a minefield of gold diggers; be smart about your settings.

Why does Facebook offer free games to play? Duh! To get more of your info to share with their vendors, silly! If you’re OK with that, rock on, but FB already has enough of my information, thank you. Don’t get me wrong — I love what Facebook has brought to my life, not the least of which is its importance to the discovery of our biological father, who is a joy to us. It never would have happened without my interactions with relatives through Facebook. Yay for that. But the FB “applications,” like games and surveys? No way. And you shouldn’t, either.

OK, enough prattling about. On to the showers and the school house. Yippy.  :roll:

Moms’ Day PSA

How fortuitous to have this post on Mothers Day (and HMD to all moms who chance to read my daily drivel. Hugs to you!).

Circulate this. Tell everyone you know. Make it viral.

I’ve never been one to harp on a “cause,” or try to mobilize an army against a thing. But Monsanto is trying (and on many fronts, succeeding) to make sure this trash goes in my grandchildren’s mouthsAnd I won’t have it. I won’t.

<insert rant on staggering increases in systemic disease and morbid obesity in the US over the last 30 years, and how Americans regularly consume agricultural products that other countries have banned>

So, see? The time has come to stop this monster from poisoning the citizenry in the name of billions (and billions) of Benjamins. And the lawsuits filed by people who’ve been poisoned? To Monsanto, it’s pin money; chump change. And there’s nothing new under the sun — except the Frankenseeds they’re planting in farmers’ fields.

J’ever wonder how they can spray RoundUp on a field full of soybean plants, and kill the weeds — but not the plants? Think about it. It’s been going on for years, right under my nose, and I never really grasped the extent of it before watching a 2008 video about it on YouTube yesterday.

If you ever in your life felt compelled to sit through a documentary, sit through this one. If it doesn’t scare you and propel you to some kind of action, either in thought or deed, then nothing scares you. And I don’t like that prospect.

At age 53, I am attending my first protest rally. I read on a graphic last night, “If you don’t think one person can make a difference, try spending the night in a bedroom with a mosquito.” Food for thought — and it convinced me. The Thriller and I will go to this rally in Akron on the 25th, and join with 600+ others to say we’re mad as hell and we’re not going to take it anymore.

Big Brother has come to the US in the form of the soybean and sugar beet. And that’s just the beginning. Will you join in the crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Find out if there’s a rally near you on the 25th. No kidding — look at the list. It’s worldwide, and that important.

On this Mothers Day, if you’re a mom, or if you had a mom, you need to absorb this information, and then get mad about it. And meet me in Akron on the 25th.

PSA IX

Some of these I knew already, and they really work. Others might seem a bit outdated in this “quick, put it in your phone” age (like #14). Still others were more common sense than anything (#27), but the coolest was definitely #30! I never work with fresh garlic (eww), but once again, I post for the common good, so there you are, fiend.

YikesBe careful out there.

25 August. That’s m’birfday.

HA — this is awesome. It should come with Chiropractor-in-a-Box for the certain whiplash that follows.

Are you having a good Wednesday yet? Well let’s get on it, luvs. YAY, SCHOOL!!!!!

PSA VII

Yesterday, a Facebook friend posted some amazing trivia about how cows tend to face north or south when they graze. As is my wont, I checked on it, and sure enough…

Would that that were the case for many other “trivial” items, often found on the internets and shared willy-nilly by various and sundry as fact. Therefore, allow me once again to straighten records, debunk myths, and right wrongs. As I named these posts 3+ years ago, behold another segment of:

Deception Destroyers

Deception: The Eisenhower Interstate Highway System requires that one mile in every five must be straight, in case air strips are needed in times of war or other emergencies. How do I know this is poppycock? Just ask Richard Weingroff. Or maybe not. He gets a little snippy about the subject. Heh.

Deception: American car horns beep in the tone of F. First, I won’t even comment on what all’s screwy about the syntax “in the tone of F.” My car — a Chevy — beeps one note of F#. Second, I hear other car horns that honk polytonal beeps. Third, I’ve heard cars whose horns beep diminished triads. (Take that, whoever wrote “in the tone of F.”) Don’t even need a reference on this; I want you to believe me because I’m telling you. Maybe it should be rephrased to say that “some” American cars beep F.  For a great explanation, read the last three paragraphs here.

Deception: Albert Einstein failed math in school. When the man was confronted with a clipping of this statement, he said, “I never failed in mathematics… Before I was fifteen I had mastered differential and integral calculus.”

Deception: George Washington had wooden dentures. True, the teeth weren’t his own, but the four sets (at least) that he owned were made of gold, ivory, lead and various human and animal teeth.  Thus saith the people who analyzed them in a lab in Baltimore seven years ago. (Click on the picture; it’s a photo of one of his actual sets. Yikes.)

And that’s all we have time for this morning, luvs. Gotta get ready to go get Mavis so we can run the Bob’s Birthday Cake Test-Drive. Today’s flavor? Coconut Cream, an original concoction. We’ll see how my supposed “originality” plays out later…

Happy Sumday!