Hey, something came up in a commenbt I was answering.
Here it is:
Why do the doctors examine a guy just before they execute him with lethl injection?
To make sure he's healthy enough to execute!!!!????

When did we find the need to kill each other? Surely the first rock that fell on the first human, killing him, was met with a sense of sorrow. I am certain that we didn’t just walk on by with no thought of loss! Was there an emotional connection between early man and his likenesses? Of course there was, and we did realize that we were not indestructible. We could be crushed by things, and sent into nothing more. What was that first feeling? How did we react? This was indeed, a momentous occasion. Man could take a rock and crush another into death! The idea of war was begun.
Biblically speaking, the art of killing was, allegedly, first spawned by Cain.

“Adam! Oh, Adam, something terrible has happened!” Eve cried out.
“What is it now Eve,” Adam was exhausted from another day’s hunt.
“It’s Abel, he’s been killed!”
“Holy shit, where is he?” Adam jumped from his Antelope skin bed.
“Out in the garden. His head has been crushed! Adam,” Eve came to Adam, cautiously, “I think Cain did it!”
“What are you, Columbo or something!” Adam was sarcastic.
“The rock lies beside him, with Abel’s blood upon it. It is...it’s Cain’s favorite rock!”
“You are freaking shitting me! Doesn’t he know that we are just starting to create human life here? God, we can’t have our own kids killing each other yet! We’re just getting started, damn it!” Adam and Eve ran to the garden, and sure enough, there lay Abel, deader than a beached fish! They found Cain in the fields, loaded with remorse.
“Cain, why have you done such a terrible thing?” Eve begged her son.
“What the hell are you thinking Cain?” Adam protested. “We haven’t even bred females yet, so you guys can propagate the species!”
“Twas jealousy, my father. You always loved Abel more than I. And besides, isn’t it a sin to inbreed within the family?”
“Well, how in the hell else are we gonna do this?” Adam raged with anger at Abel’s insinuation. “I don’t care what those blow bag conservatives say, we either inbreed or we don’t continue!”
“So, what be my fate Father?” Cain asked.
“Well, we’ll have to banish you to the wilderness, and a life of locusts, and wild animals. There is nothing out there. You will live your life alone. Come on Eve, we’ll have to fornicate fast. We’re going to have to start all over again. Damn it Cain, see what you’ve caused.”
“Yeah sure, Dad, you just want to boff mom some more, You always liked that better than me too!”
“Watch it bucko, there’s more than one rock around here!” Adam and Eve took Cain to the far reaches of the wilderness, and left him alone.
“I’ll not bother with good bye, Cain. You have committed a foul sin against God.”
“Hey, up yours, Dad!” that was the last Aadm and Eve saw of Cain.

However, years later, they found out that, somehow, Cain managed to find a female. He had a shitload of kids, and live out his life in happiness, and satisfaction.
Go figure!

It is the greatest sin of man, to kill the child. It is my constant anguish about all war. Look into the next child’s eyes, and you will see the light of truth. They have not formulated anger, mental pain, or hate for another, because of color, religion, geography, or belief. They love all who look into them. Their eyes do not, yet, see what we have seen. Granted, they will soon take judgements of the world depending on the hostility pointed toward them, but now, they see only goodness, if you look into them. Their only defense against the bad, is to cry. When humans love each other, the desire to continue, continues. They bear the children of the world; the children come from love of the world. They are the soft, shining bubbles of human lives.

Bubbles

We will be at ease my friends, from a sea of pain and sorrow;
we will wee war, finally, end from the battle, above the bubbles.
The bubble can stop the bullet! The bubble may stop the bomb!
I can’t be there with you, but I’m with you just the same;
my work is done, peace will come, and name you as its brother.
We have always called for love to win, a calm before the war.
You claimed no anger in your sin, a certain justice for revenge.
Where is justice when it kills the child?
Before they sinned you, you sinned them!
Trace the past back to the dawn, and find the answer there.
You have stood in the doorway of peace and knocked only once,
then warred!
Why do you call it peace you seek, when before you came, you wanted to throw a rock!
You said you believed in me, yet you cry to kill another!
You have always fought my coming, now you seek me as your way.
Only the tyrant can bring me forth; it is you, who brought me to this time,
and I will smite the man who angers me!
I love the light of truth; in you, that light does not shine.
So I seek the eyes of the child.
The true light of the child’s eyes, is the only real light in man.
To close that light with sudden bomb, and bullet, is the ultimate sin.
The child, in his truth, does not see the anger of the bullet.

The child is your truth!

The child, who cares nothing of the ways of man, can not stop the bomb from falling.
Men have killed each other forever;
it will not cease until those men truly, see the light of truth.
There is only one truth!
When that truth dies, by human, all is lost within the air.
The child is how the man continues; kill the child, kill the continuing.
This, then, will end it!
Look into the child today, and see the light of truth.

May peace be your thought.

The president will have a news conference today.
The president came into the press room. He was told, by his handlers, to go in with bluster! These were going to be talking points, and “you’re was a war president, with war on your mind”!

“I have some things to discuss today, then we’ll have questions.”
“As you all know, Congress has finally allocated the funds we need to help our troops, and I say finally, because an election us just a year away, and I don’t want a goddamn Democrat standing up here!” the press corps murmured low.
“These courageous troops, Haliburton, Kellogg, Brown & Root, in their valiant battle, in this war on terror, to privatize the oil for my corporate friends, need those funds now! My friends and I fully intend to make as much money as possible while I’m still president! We have a tough fight ahead, and it won’t be easy. We need to help our troops in any way we can.” there was a trigger of stirring in the room.
“We all knew, from the start, that this would be a long, hard battle! Flowers would be thrown at us as we entered a liberated Baghdad? Hey,” the president snickered, “somebody gave me Dick’s talking points!”
“Ah, excuse me,” the president mutters. “We all knew, from the start...I guess I said that didn’t I?” the president anxiously, shuffled down the paper. “Okay, ah, we are going to have to show resolve in this battle plan, we have to stay the course, we have to hunker down, we have to honor the troops’ cervix, and blah, blah, blah.”
“The Congress was slow in giving us these funds. They wanted to set a time line to get the hell out of this mess! Hell, we didn’t know it was going to go badly! What the hell do we know about war? I should a’ took the deal; then I could blame the Democrats!” the president laughed. Some repository giggling came from the journalists. “But things are getting better. Yeah, and I see fairies! And in the end, freedom, democracy, torture, death, and subjugation, will triumph. You know what victory is, don’t cha’?” the president snickered a, forthcoming, joke. “Victory is when ya’ can smell the bodies burning, while the people are learning, that the world is turning! Heh, heh, heh-heh-heh-heh!” the president nearly lost his composure laughing. He gained some control.
“Seriously though, folks, I can see a return to what was great about America! We’ve killed our way, around the world, for corporate. That is my America, and it’s still the beacon of liberty. It is what every human being wants. But they ain’t gonna get it, cause we want it all!”

“Now, I’ll take some questions, okay you, Kelly.”

“Mister president, why do always called them troops instead of soldiers?” The president eye-balled Kelly, with a lustful sneer.
“Because, Kelly, because it will remind people of Viet Nam. Viet Nam may remind people that I was an AWOL-draft dodger! I wasn’t going to let Daddy allow me to go into that shit, baby, no freaking way! Okay you, Brian.”

“Mr President, in a press conference you had in 2004, you said this quote: “Secondly, there are such things as ‘roving wiretaps’. Any time you hear the government talk about wire tap, it requires...a wire tap requires a court order. Nothing has changed, by the way”. Haven’t you broken the law, sir?”
“Good question Brian. You’re a real ass hole! You know, I always hated those pretty-boy looks. Are you a fag? No seriously, we don’t care about the damn laws.” the president elbow-leaned the podium. “We’ll do whatever we feel we need to do to keep America safe from terrorism. It’s not that we care all that much about the people. We have to protect our interests. If the people get in the way, hey, we’ll screw them good, throw ‘em in prison, send them to Gitmo! How’s that sound? Okay next, you Geoff!”

“Mr President, you once said that if Iraq asked us to leave, we’d leave! Since 70% of its people now want us to leave, and its legislature is drafting a bill to force us to leave, will you leave Iraq?”
“Ah Geoff, you little Ivy league educated, eastern establishment, liberal, prick, who the hell cares what the Iraqi people think! We got rid of Saddam for them. The bastard was going to convert from dollars, to Euros. Hey, we can’t have that. We have to put the right people in place! If they aren’t the right people, hey, Iraq is a dangerous place. They might be killed! We’ll leave when we damn well please, and that oil is in our death grip! Okay, let’s see, you there, ah Bob is it?”

“Mr President, you’ve made some pretty damning revelations here today. What you are saying here is that this is really all about oil, and not liberation. Is that true? Have these 3,000-plus soldiers died for corporate, and oil?”
“Sure it’s about corporate and oil! Are you people stupid? I, personally, can’t believe the people swallowed that WMD stuff, democracy crap, and liberation of the Iraqi people from Saddam bull shit! Man, we sold you guys a whole laundry list of horse shit, didn’t we? Hey, it was pretty neat the way everybody swallowed that! And Bob, you can bet, we’re gonna get you for that! Next okay Larry, you!”

“Mr President, have you lost your oil-soaked, corporate-loving, mind?”
“Good question Larry, and we’ll get you for that too. I really haven’t thought about that but, yeah, you might be right. Dick, Don, Condy, and I go back a long way back. We always thought if we got to the top, we could really put the screws to the people. The people don’t know shit you know. They sit there in their recliners and watch “American Idol” and think we only care about them. Jesus, what a hoot! We’ve gotten so much cash out of this, we can retire in lavish comfort, 2009. We’ll be like the Saudi royal family. I’ve got some land down in Texas I’m lookin’ at. Dick, he’ll own Wyoming. Condy says she’s headin’ for the Bahamas, you know, to be with her own kind. Don, he’ll probably squander his fortune on the damn stock market. Shit I wouldn’t go near that son of a bitch! The way we fucked it up, that thing is goin’ busted! But we’ll all be all right. Hey, thanks for askin’! Listen, thanks for comin’ and remember what victory is!”

It’s a grand night for blowing up the sky!
Steamboat Days is over. All of the shows were excellent, except for one!
Sunday about 20,000 people congregated on the river front for an extravaganza of fireworks. Before that however, Ted Nugent took the stage and gave one of the worst examples of entertainment I’ve ever seen! You see, on the Sunday show, people bring their kids to see the fireworks. There were about as many kids as adults there. During his performance, Nugent managed to offend just about everybody there. After he addressed the “white people who can’t dance” in front of the stage, he went on to rant about “whores, son of a bitches”, and that “we should give our grandchildren machine guns!”. Now, he may have been kidding, but it got very, very, quiet at that concert after he said it a second time! It was not funny! After 45 years of this event, I have never heard such negative responses. No one I know, including Bob Saar, who reviewed the show for the newspaper liked what happened. (thehawkeye.com you can do a search for Ted Nugent-“Ted-shut up and play!”), However, he did play “Journey to the center of the mind” first! That made my night.
The fire works was spectacular! It was a beautiful night to blow up the sky. Despite Nugent’s stupidity, it was a wonderful night.
Now, we get back to normal for 360 days.
Martine McBride is one of the prettiest woman I have ever seen. And, she can sing the hell out of a song too! I love you Martina.