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pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-9273080663622053572011-06-30T06:03:00.000-07:002011-06-30T07:00:09.477-07:00What about the economy?Who has the poorest grasp of the economy?<br /><br />Politicians? they seem to think that creating money and pumping it into the system will make our economy grow.<br /><br />The populous ? they have less money and the goods they buy cost more so they spend according to their income.<br /><br />Why do we have to pay interest on loans to keep our countries from bankruptcy? and why do the IMF EMF , etc have to charge interest?<br />Surely we are all in the same handcart thats going to hell so why not just give us back the money we have already put in?<br /><br />My thoughts at the start of this great depression was to give every working person their yearly salary to spend as they wish or to impose spending criteria such as buying only uk products. That would have had a better impact on the economy instead of bailing out banks.<br /><br />Remember this........This crisis was brought about by our economy being based on debt, the sooner we start adding to our economy by manufacturing things the better. Banks lending money will not cure our illspablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-74150778870910696472009-09-15T04:57:00.000-07:002009-09-15T05:15:40.455-07:00<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw0hFDSODmIHu7X1wFHiE0x-H-bKG4N3NvXuZpvI1jvJPd7NCdNgROSSIfObAFiUWkLCVjth_TsIDW_8BmRHQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-32118793294410565642009-08-03T01:46:00.000-07:002009-08-03T02:01:38.321-07:00Ghana oil................. a reality checkReading through the Wall Street journal I came upon a report about what Ghana's new oil discovery will mean to Ghana.<br />Tullow oil estimates that the recoverable resources are over 600 million barrels of oil and could potentially be as much as 1.8 billion barrels. To put that in perspective the US (No1 oil consumer) consumes 20 million barrels a day (2007 est) so theres at least 30 days oil consumption for the US .<br />Ghana (95th oil consumer) on the other hand consumes 49000 barrels a day (2006 est)<br /><br />So what to do? sell it to the US for a very strong dollar (in comparison to the Cedi)? or refine it for its own use and provide Ghana with its oil needs for the forseeable future?<br /><br /><br />What would you do?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />http://www.marketwatch.com/story/what-will-oil-mean-for-ghana-2009-07-31?pagenumber=1<br />https://www.cia.gov/library/publications/the-world-factbook/rankorder/2174rank.htmlpablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-58763717119754428772009-04-08T15:12:00.000-07:002009-04-08T15:15:52.074-07:00The economy in a nutshellOnce upon a time Ben bought a horse from a farmer for $2000, the horse was promised to be delivered the following day. The next day the farmer came to Ben teling him that sorry, the horse died during the night.<br /><br />"Thats ok," Ben said. "Just give me my money back."<br /><br />"Cannot," the farmer said. "I already spent the money."<br /><br />"Well, ok, just give me the dead corpse," Ben said.<br /><br />"What do you want with that?" asked the farmer.<br /><br />"I want to use it as a price in my competition."<br /><br />"But no one would want to buy tickets on a dead horse?" the farmer said.<br /><br />"Sure they are," Ben said. "I will not mention that its dead."<br /><br />Some weeks later Ben and the farmer met on the street. The farmer asked how it went with the dead horse.<br /><br />"Pretty well," Ben said. "I sold 500 tickets for $100 each making $50,000."<br /><br />"Wow," the farmer said. "And no one complained?"<br /><br />"Oh yes, the guy who won did. So I gave him back $100."<br /><br />Ben works today in a high powered job in finance.<br /><br /><br />And there you have whats really happening to the economy and why. very depressingpablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-12762053735427051132009-01-03T01:39:00.001-08:002009-01-03T01:39:50.450-08:00From BBC news<div class="mxb"> <h1> Town shoppers prove their honesty </h1> </div> <!-- S BO --> <!-- S IIMA --> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="226"> <tbody><tr><td> <div> <img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45342000/jpg/_45342148_honesty_message226.jpg" alt="Honesty box message" border="0" vspace="0" width="226" height="170" hspace="0" /> <div class="cap">The message said staff had the day off and customers should help themselves</div> </div> </td></tr> </tbody></table> <!-- E IIMA --> <!-- S SF --><p class="first"><b>A shopkeeper in North Yorkshire who wanted a day off on Boxing Day decided to leave his store open and let his customers help themselves.</b> </p><p>Tom Algie, who runs the Practically Everything hardware store in Settle, returned to work at the end of the day to find an honesty box full of money. </p><p>"It was stuffed with notes and coins," said Mr Algie. "There was £187 in it and two euros, which is pretty good." </p><p>Grateful shoppers had also left notes thanking him for trusting them. <!-- E SF --></p><p>"Somebody wrote that if it had been in Bolton the shop would have been cleaned out in two-and-a-half minutes," said Mr Algie. </p><p>"And somebody else said if it had been Keighley it would would have been two minutes and the shop would have burnt down, which I thought was quite funny." </p><p> <!-- S IBOX --> </p><table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="231"> <tbody><tr> <td width="5"><img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/shared/img/o.gif" alt="" border="0" vspace="0" width="5" height="1" hspace="0" /></td> <td class="sibtbg"> <div> <div class="mva"> <img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/start_quote_rb.gif" alt="" border="0" width="24" height="13" /> <b>Nothing had gone, nothing was missing and nothing was damaged and I had a pretty good day's takings</b> <img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/end_quote_rb.gif" alt="" align="right" border="0" vspace="0" width="23" height="13" /><br /> </div> </div> <div class="mva"> <div>Tom Algie, shopkeeper</div> </div> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <!-- E IBOX --> <p>Mr Algie said he had come up with the idea when he woke up on Boxing Day morning. </p><p>"I got up and thought people need things like batteries and silver foil, the sort of things I sell. </p><p>"I wanted the shop open but at the same time I wanted the day off. </p><p>"So I thought perhaps I would just leave an honesty box and see what happened." </p><p>When he returned to the shop that evening he was pleasantly surprised. </p><p>"Nothing had gone, nothing was missing and nothing was damaged and I had a pretty good day's takings," he said. </p><p>The people of Settle proved to be so honest Mr Algie said he would consider repeating the experiment another time. </p>However, he said he was not expecting his next door neighbour - the local branch of NatWest bank - to follow suit. <!-- E BO -->pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-70154458928321528432008-12-28T03:34:00.000-08:002008-12-28T03:35:12.286-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWjDZkY1ILU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWjDZkY1ILU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rofbZaSsaTU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rofbZaSsaTU&hl=en&fs=1" 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Prayepablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-33770996092007202732008-03-23T14:00:00.000-07:002008-12-13T15:01:39.710-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcNOuWn4sGc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcNOuWn4sGc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YYDq_itbD8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YYDq_itbD8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-38105647880704426192008-03-22T15:24:00.000-07:002008-03-22T15:25:35.148-07:00Waitinghow do i feel? sitting here waiting<br />wondering if and life hesitating<br />knowing ill be there to greet you for real<br />but not knowing quite what is the deal<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> crying inside <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> sad and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> lonely<br />wondering why? thinking if only<br />something unknown is driving my life<br />does it have to be this hard?<br />to find the right wife?<br />is hard to cope with the waiting, not knowing<br />but knowledge of love that you are always showing<br />makes it just bearable from day to day<br />thank you my love for showing the waypablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-80096350342793162912008-02-15T15:30:00.001-08:002008-02-15T15:30:48.551-08:00Life<p>is this what lifes about<br />is this all there is?<br />to enjoy 2 way love one time<br />then live my life alone</p> <p>to see the birth of all our kids<br />was something I'll never forget<br />just like the time you said "I do"<br />its etched into my mind</p> <p>If ever I'm allowed to<br />move on with my life at all<br />I'm sure Ill find someone better than you<br />But is that what its all about?</p> <p>You dont need me to tell you<br />how imperfect you are<br />you know too well all those things<br />which make you who you are.</p> <p>Ive never wanted many things<br />to make my life complete<br />but it seems that you've always thought of me<br />as somewhere to wipe your feet</p> <p>Do you really think that someone youve never met<br />can really make you realise<br />your mind is not upset?<br />I see the day quite clearly when you abandon all the kids<br />because you think the pressures too great<br />to deal with all their ills</p> <p>I know deep down youre hurting<br />much more than anyone knows<br />but the more you try to hide it<br />the more it really shows</p> <p>If your view of reality<br />is based on the internet<br />then surely you should read somemore<br />and discover why youre so upset with<br />all your family and friends</p> <p>They are all there waiting for you to contact them<br />they are really scared of your moods<br />they dont want you to throw a strop<br />and never speak again</p> <p>I sit here writing poetry<br />at 4am on why's that?<br />because I sleep so badly<br />itching shaking<br />dreaming of you treating me badly<br />and Im trying to run but you just wont let me go</p> <p>Ive been you knight in shining ever since we met<br />I write all my own poetry I dont steal it off the net<br />I dont pretend to be someone I dont give false hope to the weak<br />I'm sure if you saw what you'd really done You'd be the first to speak<br />about how sorry you were and how much forgiving that you need<br />well guess who'd be there with that tender care that you'd need?</p> <p>I know as poetry goes that this is not the best<br />it doesnt rhyme always and has bad structure too<br />But its how I need to say my peice<br />so yaboosucks to you</p>pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-46335877914526103712008-01-26T13:17:00.000-08:002008-01-26T13:32:53.018-08:00Will you marry me?I feel weak, tender to your suggestion<br />I want to say yes without question<br />But my mind disagrees with heart<br />remembering what happens when<br />these things have to start.<br /><br />Saying yes would be easy<br />saying no would be a lie<br />but theres so many things to do<br />before I can answer you.<br /><br />Please dont think that I'm saying no<br />Thats not what i am saying<br />Im being cautious with our hearts<br />its not a game im playing<br /><br />Your love to me is precious<br />I will take great care with it my dear<br />I have to be quite careful how<br />I plan things in this year.pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-71701853028494035612008-01-20T13:27:00.000-08:002008-01-20T14:01:02.459-08:00Howhow do i smell how do i feel?<br />how long have you yearned for a touch that is real?<br />have you slept all alone with a passion and lust<br />waiting to find out who you can trust?<br />have you turned around quickly thinking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> here<br />only to find out that no-one is there<br />desperately hoping and willing and wishing<br />that i was the one that you were right now kissing<br />looking across at the empty space in the bed<br />wondering about all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">that's</span> been said<br />was it all words will you be here<br />will it be now will it be next year?pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533237296934724687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628200578821154139.post-22161803435592808572007-09-02T10:01:00.001-07:002007-09-02T10:36:51.538-07:00The Kids at Oban early morning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2n-QemBgoDwT_7BLJKIuWi2UTn3eccxTjx4ImjuoEGfhn87QdJgUG4e6-ny4f4yWoaf1mdEu8Q1h0PUkd2iPZ-rVZqLF-H78VXWllVzSeN2uDCskQGmKxcv5_RCy8O9QyIYyGi1VSf0/s1600-h/DSCF5313.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2n-QemBgoDwT_7BLJKIuWi2UTn3eccxTjx4ImjuoEGfhn87QdJgUG4e6-ny4f4yWoaf1mdEu8Q1h0PUkd2iPZ-rVZqLF-H78VXWllVzSeN2uDCskQGmKxcv5_RCy8O9QyIYyGi1VSf0/s320/DSCF5313.JPG" border="0" /></a><div 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