Today's Tids Issue 2,796
Opening Stuff:
When Winter lingers on,
it 's always a big surprise when somebody says, "It's Spring! When all
of sudden those little birds sing. When you trade the skis for clubs.
And know you'll be seein' Red Sox Flubs. But for what I'm really
thurstin', is all those flowers aburstin'! The reds, blues and yellahs,
Bring together a gal and her fellah. Of course there's the miles of
green, that accents every beautiful scene. The exclamation point is the
day of Easter, A holy one, and a chocolate feaster! So happy spring
everybody! go out and stand in the
sun. Maybe it won't seem like 33 degrees.
As the camera pulls
back from the earth blossoming into spring, we see the sadness between
the colorful petals. The vast areas of poor, struggling human beings
reaching out. The smoke rising from skirmishes that seem to be occurring
a higher rate than ever before in modern history. We see the oppressed,
suppressed and depressed. And we see hearts of people that care, who
may not be aware. And we hope as we look below that the beating of good
and generous hearts will merge in love with jungle drums, food and
comfort for the worlds slums. As we move further away we see that the
world is indeed small among the stars of the universe that has no end.
And our problems are in reality equally small,
compared to those we cannot see.
The Question:
What artist do experts say has been "the most faked artist of all time"? Name three other most faked artists. Bonus: What are the most often forged signature celebrities?
The Headlines:
--Stocks Up Nicely At 11:00.
--Congress Pressing "O" To Act Against Syria; Chemical Weapons Driving New Concerns.
--Kim Oversees Drone Attack Drills In North Korea; NK Being Blamed
For Computer Crash In SK.
--Obama Vows Undying support For Israel; Huh!
--Cyprus Continues To Worry Wall Street.
--Top Colorado Law Enforcer Shot Dead On Eve Before Signing Of New Gun Laws.
--Majority Supports Benefits For Same Sex Couples; Support For "Marriage" Versus Civil Union Is More
Cloudy.
--Italy Still Trying To Form Government.
If somebody wrote a book, "The Decline of America", Harry Reid's picture would be on the cover.
Football is turning in to badminton. (Sorry
Badminton lovers). Every year for the past few new rules creep into the
game that take away a part of what the game has been. This year they
are proposing the elimination of peel back blocks "anywhere" on the
field, backs hitting tacklers with the helmet and overloading formations
in attempts to block kicks. Personally, I was a pretty good peel back
blocker, and...frankly...I always though as a runner a good stiff
forearm under the rib cage was quite effective, especially since putting
my head down meant that I could no longer see where I was going. It's
beginning to sound like Mayor Bloomberg is running the NFL. Three rule
changes here, 2 or 3 there and before you know it, you have badminton.
Oh, wait a minute...how fast was that birdie traveling? Oops, there goes
badminton.
I always thought that
the seasons changed on the 21st of the months in which they change. All
these years living under a cloud of deceit. And now I have been freed.
The 21st is the nominal date for the changeover, with actual beginning
of each season falling on that day or one day before or after. So there
you have it, flexibility in nature not found in government
intrusiveness.
The headline in this morning's paper, "Soda is bad, banning is worse", said it all.
As long as Harry Ried is around,
Joe Biden will have a chance of looking smart. Yesterday the man
without a brain declared that the deaths of 7 Marines in a Nevada
training exercise was the result of sequestration. Not only was it an
outright lie (Marine Corps Brass Blasted him with the facts), but it is a
disgraceful, contemptible, dishonorable,
disrespectful, malevolent use of dead soldiers to foster a political
objective. Democrats must really get embarrassed when they see Harry
"Did I say That?" Reid approaching a podium.
The Conscience: Chapter 16.
Wu was sitting in front of Jason's desk, looking for a piece of paper
to put between the polished wood and his coffee cup. Jason was just
sitting quietly looking at the ceiling, then the window and onto
the floor. He's been like that since the explosion. but Wu knew him
well. He knew that Jason's mind was working all of the alleys and byways
of his past and present. Wu knew how to be patient.
"That coffee smells good, El," Jason finally said and got up and walked
to get himself a mug. He poured it, looked out the window now fogged
from the steam from the cup. Jason wrote Biglietto in the grayed
surface. "Let's call our drunken friend." By the time Jason moved back
into his seat of power, Wu had Jeff on the line and was handing the
phone to the boss.
"Jeff my old friend, tell me what you know." Jason
smiled, and nodded a couple of times, finally pressing a button to put
the call on speaker phone. As the sound came on, Jason looked at Wu
mouthing, he says he isn't drinking, much! "I just put you on the
speaker and Eliot is here in my office."
"Hi Eliot."
"I know its been a short time since our blast here, but what have you learned if anything?"
"I don't how much I have learned, but I have a few pieces that may lead
us
somewhere. First, I just met the oldest Biglietto under an unusual set
of circumstances." Jeff related the story at the cafe and their interest
the explosions story. "So, that tells me they know something or it is
meaningful to them in some way." The old guy is a crafty old Italian,
and it may be hard for me to get close to him. But, I think that
Angelica trusts me," Jeff didn't tell them about getting caught by her
in the building. "I also think she has some suspicions about something
to do with your disaster." Jeff paused while Jason added "Good, Jeff.
Good".
"So, Jason tell me about the your mess. Do you know anything yet that I should be looking at?"
"Nothing, my friend I'm just trying to put pieces together in my mind.
And you have given me something new to chew on." Jason told Jeff a
little about the explosion, and then said good bye and turned to Eliot
Wu.
"Your candidate for this job is a lot sharper than you told me he would be."
With all of the Nannyism going on in
NYC, I suggest the new nickname, Granny Smith Apple. And if the city continues upon its socialist path...Red Delicious.
The Answer:
19th
century Barbizon landscape painter Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot is the
most copied of all time. In fact jokes have been made about him, like
"It used to be said that Corot painted 800 pictures in his lifetime, of
which 4,000 ended up in U.S. collections." The others are Vincent
Van Gogh, Salvador Dali and Auguste Rodin. Bonus: Elvis and The Beatles are by far the most forged celebrity signatures.
Oh yeah,
and speaking of the first day of Spring, I just got a note from a
Soldier friend of mine who said he is shivering in the snow in Germany.
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