Flip-Flopper

[prole]

I'm voting for Jesse Helms, at least he is (was) a man of principle, not no flip-flopper.

[kevbone]

What about frogs? I like frogs.

[Fairweather]

..not no flip-flopper.

 

Interesting, the way you subverted the English language to refer to a candidate of color. Maybe you have personal racial issues of which you are unaware?

 

 

[prole]

Actually, I was subverting the language to suggest how a supporter of Jesse Helms might make the statement; very few of whom, if any are people of color. And yes, you are quite insane.

[KaskadskyjKozak]

..not no flip-flopper.

 

Interesting, the way you subverted the English language to refer to a candidate of color. Maybe you have personal racial issues of which you are unaware?

 

 

commies were some of the biggest racists, antisemites, and bigots the world has ever seen, so no surprise here

[jjd]

I like flap-jacks

[olyclimber]

here is today's challenge: try not to be predictable!

[prole]

commies were some of the biggest racists, antisemites, and bigots the world has ever seen, so no surprise here

 

You and Fairweather should start a traveling vaudeville act. Hilarious!

[olyclimber]

found this useful site on the internet

 

http://www.madcowtouristinfo.com/

[olyclimber]

talk about flip flopping!!!!

 

Returning to the subject of personal health management, I have another story to tell.

 

I saw doctors, nurse practitioners, and spoke to every nutritionist I found in the health stores. There is one person I never spoke to until after the Washington, D.C. doctor told me that dysfunctions in the body can sometimes originate in the brain stem. That one person was my hair-dresser to whom I now refer to as a medical technician.

 

Before my first trip to England in March of 1998, I resolved to do something which I had never done before--see a cosmetologist about my hair. I had once tried myself to trim my hair, but vowed never again.

 

My current medical technician was the fourth cosmetologist I had gone to. I liked her best because, while they all complained about my split-ends problem, she took the additional initiative of going throughout my hair with a tiny scissors and eliminating all she could from all heights.

 

In May of 2000, I asked her that if I finally followed her instructions of going to her every six-to-eight weeks for a trim, rather than every few months, would she be able to eliminate the problem within a year. She said she might.

 

I decided to spend the money. I saw her every six weeks.

 

In late March of 2001, a few weeks after my conversation with the Washington, D.C. doctor, I saw her still working so-diligently on my hair.

 

Why, I asked.

 

"I don't know. There is something about your hair that it splits. Maybe its something in your diet."

 

"What supplements should I take?"

 

"I don't know anything about that. But there is an area back here where it is really bad."

 

"Where?"

 

"Here," she pointed to the region of my RIGHT brain stem.

 

"Where is it growing?"

 

She was so-stunned by my question that I had to repeat the question a few more times before she pulled on that same region.

 

She then explained to me that hair is alive.

 

I must here emphasize that it was the upper part of my RIGHT lung which partially collapsed in the Fall of 1999, and at this same time, my RIGHT uterus developed a mysterious growth. So therefore it must be concluded that the infection was in my LEFT brain.

 

I continued seeing her regularly. But in late May, while I was out-of-work and didn't know when I would be well enough to return, I resolved to wait three months before I returned.

 

The split ends repaired themselves.