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Seriously? We didn't name the countries...United States of America or U.S.A. thank the founding fathers. It's still quicker than having to spell it all out, I'll bet you've referenced the States as the US a time or two no?
Portugal
Ireland
Italy
Greece
Spain

It's just a coincidence bud..

I don't know man, when I think of Spain I think hot chicks.

That's what I'm sayin...it's just an acronym..in no way is it supposed to be "funny"

That's allright.

THEY ARE!!!!!!

When a brother was stationed outside of Madrid from 93-94, they were smokin!!!!!!

Had my fun!!!!


HOLLA

Must be the weekend!!!!!

HOLLA

Not subliminal at all. I think it was designed to be offensive, yes.

But I just use it for the funny image, c'mon, Scrat, relax a notch. The world is going downhill, we're just tring to keep it funny on the way. We'll have plenty of time to cry when it's all said and done.

You had me laughing bro.

But when you step back and take a look at it all, you might as well laugh because today's World's Events is some funny sh-t!!!


HOLLA

no, i know. i wasn't picking on any of you guys. just couldn't help but noticing that as it's been bothering me for quite some time... i just happen to find that acronym very stupid.

nice story to share...

THE SON

Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together they traveled around the world,
adding only the finest art treasures to their collection. Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet and many others adorned the walls of the family
estate.

The widowed elder man looked on with satisfaction, as his only child became an experienced art collector. The son's trained eye and sharp business
mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.

As winter approached, war engulfed the nation, and the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a
telegram. His beloved son was missing in action. The art collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again.

Within days, his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while rushing a fellow soldier to a medic.

Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming Easter holidays with anguish and sadness. The joy of the season, a season that he and his son
had so looked forward to, would visit his house no longer. On Easter morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed old man.

As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home. As he opened the door, he was
greeted by a soldier with a large package in his hand. He introduced himself to the man by saying, "I was a friend of your son. I was the one he was
rescuing when he died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to show you."

As the two began to talk, the soldier told of how the man's son had told everyone of his father's love of fine art. "I'm an artist," said the soldier,
"and I want to give you this." As the old man unwrapped the package, the paper gave way to reveal a portrait of the man's son. Though the world would
never consider it the work of a genius, the painting featured the young man's face in striking detail. Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the
soldier, promising to hang the picture above the fireplace. A few hours later, after the soldier had departed, the old man set about his task.

True to his word, the painting went above the fireplace, pushing aside thousands of dollars of paintings. And then the man sat in his chair and spent
Easter gazing at the gift he had been given. During the days and weeks that followed, the man realized that even though his son was no longer with
him, the boy's life would live on because of those he had touched. He would soon learn that his son had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a
bullet stilled his caring heart.

As the stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease the grief. The painting of his son soon
became his most prized possession, far eclipsing any interest in the pieces for which museums around the world clamored. He told his neighbors it was
the greatest gift he had ever received. The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The art world was in anticipation.

With the collector's passing, and his only son dead, those paintings would be sold at an auction. According to the will of the old man, all of the art
works would be auctioned on Easter day, the day he had received his greatest gift.

The day soon arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular paintings. Dreams would be
fulfilled this day; greatness would be achieved as many would claim "I have the greatest collection." The auction began with a painting that was not
on any museum's list. It was the painting of the man's son. The auctioneer asked for an opening bid. The room was silent. "Who will open the bidding
with $100?" he asked. Minutes passed. No one spoke. From the back of the room came, "Who cares about that painting? It's just a picture of his
son.

Let's forget it and go on to the good stuff." More voices echoed in agreement. "No, we have to sell this one first," replied the auctioneer.

"Now, who will take the son?" Finally, a friend of the old man spoke.

"Will you take ten dollars for the painting? That's all I have. I knew the boy, so I'd like to have it." "I have ten dollars. Will anyone go higher?"
called the auctioneer. After more silence, the auctioneer said, "Going once, going twice. Gone." The gavel fell. Cheers filled the room and someone
exclaimed, "Now we can get on with it and we can bid on these treasures!" The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced the auction was
over.

Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Someone spoke up and asked, "What do you mean it's over? We didn't come here for a picture of some old guy's son.
What about all of these paintings? There are millions of dollars of art here! I demand that you explain what's going on here!" The auctioneer replied,
"It's very simple. According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son . . . gets it all!"

Just as those art collectors discovered on that Easter day, the message is still the same - the love of a Father - a Father whose greatest joy came
from His Son who went away and gave his life rescuing others. And because of that Father's love...whoever takes the Son gets it all.

Bill Cromie, MD, MBA.
Vice-Chairman, Dept of Surgery Section of Pediatric Urology, MC 4056
University of Chicago
5841 S. Maryland Ave. Chicago, Ill. 60637

Received from Scott Neville.

the u.s. jobs report was bad, yet the euro loses 3 cents in 10 minutes. WTF!!!!!!! is the hungary economy that much more important than the u.s. economy???

this was coming way before we heard about Hungary man...they've got bigger problems to deal with. 50 level got smashed today. careful with longs for the next couple years if you're a long term trader..

I can't believe a scientist would post this load of hokum. If you're going to start evangelising christianity at least write something sensible.

not a long term trader, not that rich yet!!

i knew of the issues with the euro, but the u.s. isn't much better. or is this unwinding of the longs or coverings???

hey smikester, it was an oprah moment!!!

Sure was!

While I'm having a rant about people who invent heaven because they're too scared to believe they might one day get ill:

"Universities drop degree courses in alternative medicine"

http://www.dimaggio.org/Heretic/homeopathy.htm

Perhaps there is some hope for the human race, after all...

I just read that the NYSE invoked rule 48 this morning suspending the requirement for market makers to publish pre market prices. This is to smooth volatility caused by the futures market action. Sounds like a bad case of nerves to me.

I think this is looking more and more like a "double dip recession" with a cherry on top. I fully expect the FTSE to drop below 5,000 again and the Dow to dip below 10,000 again.

Do we need growth year on year? Should we be drilling 2 miles below the ocean to get oil?

well, if you want the economy to grow, there has to be growth year on year. the amount of growth is always going to be debated, but as the population grows, you need jobs created to give the new workers jobs. also add to that technology that will make some jobs disappear through efficiency. so what is needed is entrepenuerism to make up for those job losses. but now you have the govt added massive costs to those people through taxes and regulations. so they have to make a choice whether to stay in business, hire new people or invest in technology to be more effecient.

as for drilling in deep water, that is because the wonderful environmentalists got the govt to ban shallow water drilling. so instead of letting the oil rigs be in waters where humans can operate if there is an issue, they are forced to drill in waters where if someting happens, fixing anything is near impossible. better yet, they cannot even drill on land due to regulation and un-ending litigation.

1.20 was lost...

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Yep. It's gone.

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