happy endings...

An elderly Florida lady did her shopping and upon returning to her car, found four males in the act of leaving with her vehicle. She dropped her shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding to scream at the top of her lungs,

"I have a gun, and I know how to use it! Get out of the car - NOW!"

The four men didn't wait for a second threat. They got out and ran like mad. The lady, somewhat shaken, then proceeded to load her shopping bags into the back of the car and got into the driver's seat. She was so shaken that she could not get her key into the ignition. She tried and tried, and then she realized why. It was for the same reason she had wondered why there was a football, a Frisbee, and two 12-packs of beer in the front seat.

A few minutes later, she found her own car parked four or five spaces farther down. She loaded her bags into her own car and drove to the police station to report her mistake.

The Sergeant to whom she told the story couldn't stop laughing! He pointed to the other end of the counter, where four pale men were reporting a carjacking by a mad, elderly woman described as white, less than five feet tall, glasses, curly white hair, and carrying a large handgun.

No charges were filed.

Moral of the story ? You're having a senior moment...make it memorable!

This is not a picture of the lady involved and is Irene Ryan from the old series ' The Beverly Hillbillies' IRENE RYAN - CLICK HERE

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What crimes are you okay with people committing?

Akku Yadav, was a 32-year-old rapist, extortionist, and accused murderer.

Following a decade of criminal activity and rape allegations, word spread through the neighbourhood that he would be released soon.

Hundreds of women marched from the slums to the court carrying vegetable knives and chilli powder. When Akku Yadav appeared, he saw a woman whom he had raped and shouted that he would rape her again. The woman started hitting him with her sandal.

Yadav was then lynched by a mob of around 200 women, stabbed over seventy times, and chilli powder and stones were thrown in his face.

The women who killed Yadav claimed that he had been raping and abusing local women with impunity for over a decade and that the local police had refused to help his victims or pursue charges because Yadav was bribing the police. Yadav had also reportedly murdered at least three people and dumped their bodies on local railroad tracks. Two weeks before the lynching, Yadav was reported to have come to the home of Usha Narayane, a local activist, with several dozen of his men and threatened to rape her and throw acid in her face.

After Yadav was lynched in the courtroom, five women were immediately arrested.

Every woman living in the local slum claimed responsibility for the lynching.

Usha Narayane was arrested and charged with murder, as were other women. I don’t know how much I approve of the method of murdering him but I am proud of these women. I am okay with them committing it. The cops weren't gonna do a damn thing, so they took justice into their own hands. Tragic story but with a happy ending.

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When I discovered my brother was gay I was concerned he would be lonely in old age without children and grandchildren.

I was to learn though that having children does not mean that they will be around when you're old. Kids when they grow up have their own life and you can't expect them to drop everything once you're old. But very often the argument for having kids (even when you don't want them) is “but who will take care of you if you're old" — which turns out to be silly… and selfish - as many people with kids and grandkids rarely see their family and are just as lonely as people get on with their own lives. When my children went off to college I was alone and lonely and found it difficult to make friends other than lady friends I had known for years.

My gay brother however seems always to have friends and people around and when he was ill recently with Cancer which he survived - all these people turned up at his house daily with food and supplies and help and I was astounded how well gay people support each other whereas I have few friends I could call on in times of need - so realise my mistake.

You can be married with kids and as lonely as anyone else and having friends and family does not mean you will be supported always - you will not. Friends are more important that family. ---------------------------------------------------

“A Chicago Teen Kept Breaking Into the X-Sport Fitness Center and Using Its Equipment.”

“Management warned him they were going to turn him. But he kept finding ways to get into the place. Police were finally called in to deal with it.

Officer Mario Valenti learned that the 15-year-old previously had a membership to the facility, but his mother could no longer afford to pay for it. And all he wanted to do was play basketball there. But instead of charging the youngster with breaking and entering, the officer handed over $150 of his own money to buy the boy a membership that would last about 4 months. When the owner of the fitness center contacted his corporate office about what was happening, officials there were so touched by the officer’s kindness, that they extended the youngster’s membership for two years.

Says Officer Valenti: “At the end of the day, it’s not about gratitude. Most of us took this job to help people, not to hurt them. The job can be negative. For the most part, the job is dealing with good people having a very bad day, so you’re not seeing the best side of people…. I’d rather have him playing ball than being on the street and possibly getting into trouble.”

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What if you had a gay son ?

Actually, I might have a gay son now.

Here are things I know about him:

He is the most talkative toddler on this earth.

He literally does not shut up. Ever.

He loves to play with his sister’s dolls.

He feeds them, carries them around, and puts them gently to sleep.

He is also obsessed with handy-man tools.

He walks around with his drill, chain-saw and hammer, and repairs things that are then irreversibly un-repairable ever again.

After this, he is utterly proud of himself.

He is compassionate. When his sister cries, he will drop his toys and run to hug her. Yesterday he used his shirt to wipe her tears, while telling her: Don’t cry, don’t cry…

He loves to dance, and when ever he can get himself an audience, off he goes..

He snores like a grandpa, and giggles in his sleep.

He wakes up in a great mood, proclaiming: “I woke up!” and every day he fills our home with love, music, laughter and dance.

These are some of the things I know about him, but let me tell you one thing that I don’t know:

I do not know if my little son is gay. And I don’t give a damn.

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