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The Great American Chocolate Bar is DEAD!!!
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Dec 4, 2007 10:47 am
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It started in Oakdale, California, where Hershey is the town's biggest employer. Every job GONE! Then came thousands of jobs in other areas, including the company's headquarters in Pennsylvania.
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SAY GOODBYE
HERSHEY
A sad story for those of us who remember
growing up with Hershey bars, and just as sad
for the generations of today. What will be
outsourced next?
Pennsylvania is a big state, but it amazes me in
this day, how some news doesn't make it over the
mountain to the front page of our papers or the top
Of our news hours in Western Pennsylvania.
Milton Hershey, this year, will be joining H. J Heinz
in rolling over in his grave. Hershey Chocolate is
moving to MEXICO...whoopee! They're even closing
down Hershey Canada. Don't buy any more Hershey
Bars. Reese's Peanut Butter Cups are my favorite and
they are made by Hershey. But, I will not purchase
Another one!
M.S. Hershey had a dream... I will buy my OWN Sugar,
Milk, Cocoa beans, (all natural mind you!) and make candy...
(no tariffs etc..) EVEN during the depression...HE and the
Company made money...NOW some Corporate big wigs are
ruining the name... AND the product M.S. created... Please
pass it on...What a bunch of college educated "idiots".
Thank you M.S. Hershey for all the things I have and all you have
done for me and my family..."I" do appreciate it... as for
"Dick" Lenny and Company...good luck you greedy, money
loving BAS***DS...you are ruining the name, the company,
and MANY lives in central Pennsylvania.... read on...
Enough is Enough!
So Hershey executives are closing plants in the US ,
laying off over three thousand people, and destroying
Mr. Hershey's dream, all to cut labor, material costs
and AVOID PAYING ANY US TAXES!
The company will save about $190 million a year,
all on the backs of the American people. The top
executives will still make their mega bucks and the
laid off workers will have to find other jobs, some
probably at minimum wage due to their age. All this
to take their jobs to India, China and Mexico, So
WHAT part of the "GREAT" American Chocolate
Bar is left?...NOTHING! These countries are no
doubt laughing at the Americans, who they don't
like anyway. How long are the American people
going to sit around and let big corporations do this
to us? We must all band together and let our Politicians
in Washington know we have had it with NAFTA, CAFTA
and "SHAFTA" and we won't take it any longer!
Please, do not buy any Hershey product! If the company wants to take
the work to these countries, then let those countries buy the
product. We don't need it!
BOYCOTT HERSHEY!!
Please pass this to everyone on your email list so it gets all across the United States.
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FUNNY SIGNS
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Dec 3, 2007 8:49 am
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Funny Signs
In the window of a Kentucky appliance store: "Don't kill your wife. Let our washing machine do the dirty work."
In a funeral parlor: "Ask about our layaway plan."
In a clothing store: "Wonderful bargains for men with 16 and 17 necks."
In a Tacoma, Washington men's clothing store: "15 men's wool suits, $10. They won't last an hour!"
On a shopping mall marquee: "Archery Tournament-Ears pierced"
Outside a country shop: "We buy junk and sell antiques."
In the window of an Oregon store: "Why go elsewhere and be cheated when you can come here?"
In the vestry of a New England church: "Will the last person to leave please see that the perpetual light is extinguished."
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Dusty Housekeeping
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Dec 3, 2007 8:48 am
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Dusty Housekeeping
My mom is a less than fastidious housekeeper.
One evening my dad returned home from work, walked into the kitchen and teased her, "You know, dear, I can write my name in the dust on the mantel."
Mom turned to him and sweetly replied, "Yes, darling, I know. That's why I married a college graduate."
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Christmas Trees!
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Dec 3, 2007 8:45 am
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This is a Christmas tree.
It is not an Xmas tree,
It is not a Hanukkah bush,
it is not an Allah plant,
it is not a Holiday hedge.
It is a Christmas tree.
Say it... CHRISTmas , CHRISTmas , CHRISTmas
Yes. CHRISTmas - celebrating the Birth of Jesus Christ!!!
Take a stand and pass this on !!
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Why God Created Pets
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Dec 3, 2007 8:41 am
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A newly discovered chapter in the book of Genisis has provided the answer to 'Where do pets come from?'
Adam and Eve said, 'Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you anymore. We are lonesome here, and it is difficult for us to remember how much you love us.'
And God said, I will create a companion for you that will be with you and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you a re and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves.'
And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve. And it was a good animal. And God was pleased. And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his tail. And Adam said, 'Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this
new animal.'
And God said, 'I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG.'
And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them.
And they were comforted. And God was pleased. And Dog was content and wagged his tail.
After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said, 'Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well.'
And God said, I will create for them a companion who will be with them and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of adoration.' And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.
And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat's eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings. And Adam and Eve learned humility. And they were greatly improved.
And God was pleased and Dog was happy. And Cat didn't give a hoot one way or the other.
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Innocence is Priceless.
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Dec 3, 2007 8:38 am
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Innocence is Priceless
One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed
little Alex standing in the foyer of the
church staring up at a large plaque. It was
covered with names with small American
flags mounted on either side of it.
The seven year old stared at the plaque for
some time, so the pastor walked up, stood
beside the little boy, and said quietly,
"Good morning Alex."
"Good morning Pastor," he replied, still
focused on the plaque. "Pastor, what is
this?" he asked.
The pastor said, "Well, son, it's a
memorial to all the young men and women who
died in the service."
Soberly, they just stood together, staring
at the large plaque. Finally, little Alex's
voice, barely audible and trembling with
fear, asked, "Which service, the 8:30 or
the 10:45?"
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MINORITIES AND SUPPORT FOR THEM?
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Nov 29, 2007 1:21 pm
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We need to show more sympathy for these people.
* They travel miles in the heat.
* They risk their lives crossing a border.
* They don't get paid enough wages.
* They do jobs that others won't do or are afraid to do.
* They live in crowded conditions among a people who speak a different language.
* They rarely see their families, and they face adversity all day every day.
I'm not talking about illegal Mexicans;
I'm talking about our troops!
Doesn't it seem strange that many Democrats and Republicans are willing to lavish all kinds of social benefits on illegals, but don't support our troops and are now threatening to defund them?
Please pass this on; this is worth more than the short time it takes to read it.
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A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
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Nov 27, 2007 7:02 am
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(Author Unknown)
A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear)
purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high schoolfootball cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal
trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but foundit was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair,dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screamsbothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the h*** would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other s*** too.
THURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes.
Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny b**** to find me.
Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY :
I hate that b**** Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.
Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have anytriceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the D*** barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.
Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir dire ctor?
SATURDAY :
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little s***) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
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How to Deal With Telemarketers
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Nov 21, 2007 4:11 am
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How to deal with telemarketers
- If they want to loan you money, tell them you just filed for bankruptcy and you could sure use some money.
- If they start out with, "How are you today?" say, "I'm so glad you asked, because no one these days seems to care, and I have all these problems; my arthritis is acting up, my eyelashes are sore, my dog just died..."
- If they say they're John Doe from XYZ Company, ask them to spell their name. Then ask them to spell the company name. Then ask them where it is located, how long it has been in business, how many people work there, how they got into this line of work, are they married?, kids?, etc. Continue asking them personal questions or questions about their company for as long as necessary.
- Cry out in surprise,"Judy! Is that you? Oh my God! Judy, how have you been?" Hopefully, this will give Judy a few brief moments of terror as she tries to figure out where she could know you from.
- Say "No", over and over. Be sure to vary the sound of each one, and keep a rhythmic tempo, even as they are trying to speak. This is most fun if you can do it until they hang up.
- If MCI calls trying to get you to sign up for the Family and Friends Plan, reply, in as SINISTER a voice as you can, "I don't have any friends... would you be my friend?"
- After the Telemarketer gives their spiel, ask him/her to marry you. When they get all flustered, tell them that you could not just give your credit card number to a complete stranger.
- Tell the Telemarketer that you work for the same company, they often can't sell to employees.
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How Did We Survive to Adulthood?
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Nov 20, 2007 11:18 am
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Dear Friends,
As I reflect on the beginning of the traditional Christmas shopping season, I can't help but wonder how I ever lived to be an adult.
The newscasts, morning shows, and web sites all have massive headlines and dire warnings about all the toys that are NOT considered safe to buy for children this Christmas.
As a boy, from the age of seven, I assembled model cars and planes from which I never choked on the parts, never got high from glue fumes, and was never poisoned by the paints or thinners.
My Johnnie Eagle military M14 rifle and my Dick Tracy .38 snub-nose revolver both had "real" firing bullets that seated into spring-loaded shells that actually fired from the barrel, and yet nobody ever lost an eye.
Neither did I or my friends ever suffer maiming from the ignition of cap guns, sparklers, snap poppers or firecrackers.
I owned every conceivable Matchbox and Hot Wheels car with never so much as a hint of lead poisoning. (Was I really that unique a child in having figured out that steel items were not edible, and therefore didn't put them in my mouth?)
When by the age of 10 I was left to my own unsupervised devices with a fully stocked chemistry set, I failed to either blow up or burn down the house.
By the time model rocketry reared it's head at age 11, never did any explosion or limb loss occur from accidents with the solid fuel rocket engines. (These are the same little gems that bomber Mark Hofmann used to set off his killing bombs in Salt Lake City...larger versions of which were the demise of the Space Shuttle challenger)
I rode bicycles sans training wheels from the age of 5, motorcycles from the age of 11, and drove open dune buggies from the age of 15, yet have never suffered a broken arm or leg in my entire life.
I received my first REAL rifle when I was 8, and my first handguns when I was 11. From age 12 on, I was allowed to shoot unsupervised and on my own whenever I wanted because my Dad drilled the rules into me for those first formative years enough to make me always obey the rules and use good judgment. (What a concept...actually RAISING responsible children! Isn't THAT a lost art in this day and age of "everyone's a victim" and nobody accepts responsibility for their actions?)
So we ponder...how did we ever survive playtimes to grow to adulthood? In closing, have a Merry Christmas. Here's to hoping a wonderful season for your children and grandchildren...assuming they can be content with socks, books, and a new lunch box...the only three items that consumer protection hasn't banned as unsafe.
BroadcastDeejay
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