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My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace... Is to finish what I start. So far today, I have finished 2 bags of chips and a Chocolate cake. I feel better already. |
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Joe Smith started the day early having set his alarm clock (MADE IN JAPAN) for 6 a.m. While his coffeepot (MADE IN CHINA) was perking, he shaved with his electric razor (MADE IN HONG KONG). He put on a dress shirt (MADE IN SRI LANKA), designer jeans (MADE IN SINGAPORE) and tennis shoes (MADE IN KOREA). After cooking his breakfast in his new electric skillet (MADE IN INDIA) he sat down with his calculator (MADE IN MEXICO) to see how much he could spend today. After setting his watch (MADE IN TAIWAN) to the radio (MADE IN INDIA) he got in his car (MADE IN GERMANY) and continued his search for a good paying AMERICAN JOB. At the end of yet another discouraging and fruitless day, Joe decided to relax for a while. He put on his sandals (MADE IN BRAZIL) poured himself a glass of wine (MADE IN FRANCE) and turned on his TV (MADE IN INDONESIA), and then wondered why... he can't find a good paying job in... AMERICA... |
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I served in a small and mostly unknown, special Marine unit on the countryside of Vietnam. Usually a group of 8 Marines and an U.S. Navy corpsman lived in a peasant-farming village. My village, named Phu Da, was about 20 miles southwest of the major city of Da Nang. When I first arrived at Phu Da, after being greeted by friendly peasants at the marketplace, I asked the Marine sergeant if I could take a bath. I was happy to hear that a few Marines just had left for the river. Since the Combined Action Program often saw heavy combat, the Marines were all combat experienced. When I arrived at the very murky Song Thu Bon River, I was in awe with the friendly, war toughened Marines. After a few moments of introductions, I was surprised to see the combat veterans enter the river, each holding a fresh bar of Ivory soap. In my mind, the image of Ivory Soap and combat Marines didn't fit. A real Marine wouldn't use Ivory soap. All the television comercials highlighted how soft and pure Ivory Soap was. After some playful action, everyone got down to business. With a slight chuckle, I wet my other name brand soap and the other Marines wet their Ivory. It didn't take long for me to realize my embarrassing error. As soon as I went to put my soap bar to my face, I lost it under the murky waters. After my hopeless search, I looked up and was shocked to hear the hardened Marines break out into loud laughter. Dumfounded, I stared. As they continued to laugh at me, I realized that each of them had their Ivory soap floating before them. |
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