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Friday, August 24, 2007

911, What Is Your Emergency...?

AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH! I'm an idiot who's going to die now because I don't have a gun!

I want this picture up here so it will be ingrained in my mind. How I'd love to run into this rabid piece of black shit. Well, in all honesty, I'd really prefer my cousin run into him. He's a much better shot, is very experienced at eliminating varmints and would not lose one wink of sleep over it. I, on the other hand, would be quite shaken - satisfied, but shaken. The experience of blowing a man away would reverberate around in my head and I'd probably lose some sleep. I would not want to be inconvenienced that way.

Here are some articles about this bipedal terror who remains at large in my area. The composite picture of him, shown below, was just released yesterday.


11 Apr 2007

Frisco police say the man who broke into a woman's apartment could be responsible for as many as 18 other similar crimes in the Metroplex over the last two years.

Schepps Dairy is offering a $10,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and grand jury indictment of the suspect.

"This guy has proven himself to be a brutal attacker," said Frisco police Sgt. Gina McFarlin.

In Tuesday's attack, he used a sawed-off shotgun to force his way in through a sliding glass door on a first floor apartment.

He demanded the victim's purse, tied her up, sexually assaulted her, and then stabbed her.

"He has absolutely no remorse," said McFarlin. "It seems he left her for dead. At one point he checked her pulse to see if she was alive."

Police say she played dead, and when he moved into another room, she tried to make a run for it and he stabbed her again. The attacker finally left the apartment with the woman's ATM card, which he was recorded using in Southlake. However, his face was not visible.

A suspect fitting the same description is wanted for a number of violent attacks in Plano.

In November 2005, a woman was sexually assaulted and robbed gunpoint. In December 2006 it happened again, at another apartment complex.

In June 2005, a man was found dead in his apartment, from a gunshot wound to the leg.

Just a few months later in November 2005, a suspect demanded money from two men in an apartment, then forced them to withdraw money from an ATM.

The goal for police is to get the suspect before anyone else is hurt, or worse.

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23 Aug 2007

Frisco and Plano police have banded together to stop a serial rapist and home invader who has attacked at least 20 North Texas women in the last two years.

The latest happened in April, when a Frisco woman was sexually assaulted and stabbed several times. The victim survived and eventually was able to provide police with more details.

On Thursday they released a composite computerized sketch of the man who is in his 20s or 30s, standing about 6 feet tall and weighing about 200 pounds. Officers issued that sketch along with a Home Invasion Tipline: 972-941-2148.

According to America's Most Wanted, these are the crimes this man is connected with over the last two years:

May 20, 2005- Tonti Lakeside Apartments, Dallas
May 23, 2005- Courtyard at Knox Park Apts., Dallas
May 25, 2005- Riverchase, Coppell
May 26, 2005- Renaissance Park Apartments, Dallas
May 27, 2005- Marquis at Waterview, Richardson
May 27, 2005- Renaissance Apartments, Dallas
May 27, 2005- Churchill on the Park, Dallas
June 1, 2005- The Gables Apartments, Garland
June 2, 2005- Avendale on Preston, Plano
June 3, 2005- Sweetwater Ranch, Richardson
June 6, 2005- Jefferson Place Apartments, Irving
June 10, 2005- Wimberly Apartments, Dallas
June 14, 2005- Carlyle Apartments, Dallas
November 3, 2005- Camden Farmers Market, Dallas
November 7, 2005- La Costa Apartments, Plano
November 8, 2005- Waters Edge in Legacy, Plano
May 15, 2006- 14400 Montfort Drive, Dallas
May 17, 2006- 1121 Beachview, Dallas
April 10, 2007- 9400 Wade Blvd. Frisco

If you have any information about these crimes, call the Home Invasion Tipline: 972-941-2148.

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He is known for entering through a sliding door, and is said to target women on the ground floor who leave their lights on. He then forces his way into the apartment with a shotgun, ties up the victim, and takes her money, ATM card and code.

The suspect is described as a black male, approximately 6 feet 2 inches, who sometimes wears a bandanna around his face.


One of those victims on that list lived directly across the street from my friend's condo. Her place is a two-story, with a sliding glass door on the ground floor. He could just as easily have targeted her.

If one, JUST ONE, of those women had owned a gun, this monster would very likely have been stopped dead in his tracks. But every single one of them owned a TELEPHONE! You know - our lifeline - that indispensable weapon on which most people rely to guard their very lives. A lot of freaking good it did them!

But, but if we had tougher gun laws this black bastard wouldn't have a gun! YES, HE WOULD! His sawed-off shotgun is not legal, it's not registered, and there's no single law or a million laws that will prevent him from getting his murderous hands on one!

If, after the nightmare these people endured in their own homes at the hands of one predator, every single one of them, their families and friends don't become a gun owner and pro-gun advocate, then they're not only victims, they are also enablers.

You know, if one were to view 911 as a weapon against crime prevention, the statistics would probably prove that it creates more victims than guns do. 911 doesn't prevent crimes, it allows crimes to happen. People who rely on 911 for their safety are not only setting themselves up to be victimized, but are also almost insuring the criminal will go on to victimize another person.

Let's see how effective this 911-type "weapon" would be for the criminal. He comes in, no gun, no weapon of any kind, no threat at all to you. He gets his cellphone out and calls his fellow criminals to hurry over with their guns so they can commit the crime against you. And then he just sits there and waits. Yeah, that's how ridiculous it is for you to use 911 as your weapon of choice against crime.

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Treasonous Bastards in Black Robes


Judge Patrick McAnany,
Public Enemy #1
Excerpt from WND:
Court rules: Illegal aliens not really 'illegal'

An appeals court has concluded that just being an illegal alien in the United States doesn't necessarily violate the law, so a judge cannot deny probation and require a jail sentence for a convicted drug dealer who is an illegal alien.

The opinion from the Kansas Court of Appeals came in the Barton County case involving convicted drug dealer Nicholas L. Martinez.

The ruling found that while the laws of the United States make it illegal to enter the United States without authorization, being in the United States after entering illegally is "not necessarily a crime."

Was there any doubt this bastard, Patrick McAnany, was appointed by a Democrat? Of course, it was Governor of Kansas, Kathleen Sebelius. Is there any doubt this opinion is beyond ridiculous and treasonous? The question is how are we going to stop these appointed, unaccountable traitors who continue to subvert the will of the people?

I want Patrick McAnany and every single filthy judge who rule for nonexistent rights of illegal aliens and against the people who want to protect themselves from these criminals impeached. There clearly exists an agenda here and it is being forced on the people against their will. When 20 million criminals are protected by our own justice system, the system is well past being broken, it is now a tool for tyranny. It is not bloody likely these bastards will be impeached by the very system that put them there. Whatever shall we do...?

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Monday, August 20, 2007

The Lazarus Phenomenon

Flipping through the channels I came upon this movie on TBN, Trinity Broadcast Network called "The Lazarus Phenomenon". Luckily I found it in its entirety online because I missed the first half of it. The part I did catch, Ian McCormack's story, was really something.

The movie runs 1 hour and 40 minutes. Please watch it if you've got a little time to spare. I think you'll enjoy it. You can view "The Lazarus Phenomenon" here.

Here is a write-up from a site that's selling the DVD:




The Lazarus Phenomenon examines two true life documented account of men from different parts of the world each having a real life experience with life after death.

A pastor who tragically dies in an automobile accident experiences and encounter beyond the grave only to come back to life over 48 hours later.

Removed from the morgue and brought to the church where his parishioners refuse to let him go they begin to pray over his lifeless body. You will be shocked as were many onlookers that day as you watch the drama caught on tape. Before your eyes on actual footage captured that day the dead pastor begins to breath again and comes back to life. With a signed death certificate in his hand he returns to spread the Word of God and tell his story of an encounter beyond the grave.

Ian McCormack never gave God much thought nor did he think about life after death until one tragic night he is stung multiple times by deadly jellyfish off the coast of a small island in the pacific . A surfer, diver and worldwide adventurer he finds himself desperately seeking medical help after a deadly nighttime diving encounter. Through a tragedy of events re-enacted on this program he cannot get treatment in time and the poison from the venomous Jelly fish exact their deadly toll. He departs this life only to catch a glimpse of what awaits us on the other side of the grave.

These two stories will both shock you and intrigue you.

I found another video with the same Ian McCormack story shown in "The Lazarus Phenomenon" plus more footage of Ian McCormack talking and then being interviewed. It's 1 hour and 22 minutes long. Glimpse of Eternity by Ian McCormack

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

My Sinister Side


Yours truly is and always has been a southpaw - one of the 10% in the population and the only one in my family, or was until my niece was born. Apparently, she and I share quite a few genes. Poor little thing...

Actually, it is not known from where one's handedness arises, but it is suspected it is genetic. I also suspect this. Most babies will favor a hand early on. It seems very stupid to me to force a child to be right-handed as was common at one time. In the Middle East, using one's left hand is frowned upon. Personal hygiene is done with the left hand, everything else is done with the right hand. Chopping off heads is done with both hands...

We have a reputation for terrible penmanship. I'll have you know that I consistently won penmanship awards in grade school. The runner-up, who was always the same girl, insisted it was my pencil that gave me an advantage. There was nothing at all special about my #2 lead pencil. I bet you anything she grew up to be a Democrat.

But I don't curve my hand like a retard, the way many lefties do when they write. My penmanship was so good that my teachers would often get me to write up long study notes on the chalk board. And then I'd have to write them all over again for myself. They clearly took advantage of me.

I also started doing calligraphy in 4th grade and have quite a knack for it. Of course, I have to write with my hand and arm up in the air or it'll just be one long streak of ink. If working on a special piece and want extra control, I will write from right to left so I can rest my hand on the paper. Even in normal writing, I will often smudge the letters, the side of my hand ends up all covered in ink or graphite. Oh and that damned spiral in the center of many notebooks is very irritating, leaving a mark on my arm. Withstanding these obstacles, to this day, people will remark how perfect my printing is, like typing they say.

In most all activities I am left-sided. I hold the phone to my left ear, kick with my left foot, throw with my left hand, and if necessary, slap with my left palm. In softball, I was usually the only one batting from the other side of the plate. And in raquetball, being left-handed is apparently an advantage as my opponents will midway in the game stop and note, "Oh, no wonder! You're left-handed." Uh huh. Yeah, that's why you're losing...

The only sport I do right-handed is golf. This is an anomaly and I haven't a clue why it works out that way. The very first time I ever golfed, I naturally rented a set of left-handed clubs. But at the first hole, attempting my very first ever tee-off, the club felt extremely awkward in my hands. So I asked one of the group to let me try her right-handed driver. As soon as I switched sides and gripped my little fingers around that club, I knew this was it. I hit the living daylights out of that ball, straight down the fairway. In unison, they all called me a liar. I laughed and laughed. But, it was the truth. I had never golfed before. Like most everything I have ever done, I can either do it very well from the get-go or I can't do it at all and mostly likely never will.

I also am lightning fast with my right hand on the 10-key. After high school I had a summer job taking inventory and had to use the right-handed 10-key adding machine. It's been a useful ability for adding up long lists of numbers. And like riding a bicycle - you never forget.

Being a right-handed world, there are many things I am forced to do with my right hand. That's fine with me. Most left-handed people are more coordinated because of this requirement. Right-handed people basically have a useless hand.

The mouse is one of those things that is normally set up for the right hand. This is quite handy because it frees up my writing hand. On my left side there is always a notepad or piece of paper of which every single square inch will eventually get covered up with intricate doodles. While waiting on or reading something, not typing on the keyboard, my left hand will go off and start doing its thing, almost subconsciously. I have had to decipher many a phone number or important piece of information that has been almost illegibly integrated into my artistic ramblings.

When I worked at an office some of my colleagues would ask me if they could have these works of doodle art. I don't know if it was the doodles they liked or thought they may be worth something, suspecting this odd mannerism portended that I would one day appear on the evening news for some act of notoriety...

Socially, there is a bit of a problem - specifically, while dining. A lefty in the mix requires some thought concerning the seating arrangements. Elbows, you know. Although the advantage here is that I don't have to continuously switch cutlery the way you righties do.

I have always driven a standard. This means I must control the stick shift with my right hand. And I do a fine job of it. In fact, it would be quite awkward to use my left hand. Should I ever find myself driving in one of those weird wrong-side driving countries (what possessed them to do that?), it will have to be with an automatic. I imagine trying to stay on the correct side of the road would be enough of a challenge without having to struggle to manage the gear shift with my left hand. Now, if my stay was permanent, I would definitely learn to operate the shift with my left hand. I will NOT own an automatic. Although by that time I should be darting about in a flying saucer.

Just now, reading a bit about left-handedness, there appear to be people who think they are somehow discriminated against or at a disadvantage because of this. That is so absurd. The only thing I ever noticed was that my manner of doing everything backwards often amuses or bemuses others. My family gets quite a kick out of watching the way I will do things. Once, in the shop where I was buying knitting yarn, the owner was trying to show me a certain stitch. She eventually threw up her hands as she could not figure out how to do it left-handed. Oh well, I figured it out myself. And I don't think I ever found a left-handed desk in school. I never even looked for one. You adapt to your surroundings, you don't expect your surroundings to adapt to you.

Some people will find any and every excuse for their inferiority. I look for any and every way to overcome it - not that I ever considered my left-handedness to be an inferior characteristic. Quite the opposite - I am proud to be a lefty and in pretty good company. There have been some very prominent left-handed people throughout history.

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

First Remove The Beam From Your Giant Ass

Just received this e-mail.

House #1
  • A 20 room mansion (not including 8 bathrooms) heated by natural gas.

  • Added on a pool (and a pool house) and a separate guest house, all heated by gas.

  • In one month this residence consumes more energy than the average American household does in a year.

  • The average bill for electricity and natural gas runs over $2400.

  • In natural gas alone, this property consumes more than 20 times the national average for an American home.

  • This house is not situated in a Northern or Midwestern "snow belt" area.

  • It's in the South.

House #2

  • Designed by an architecture professor at a leading national university this house incorporates every "green" feature current home construction can provide.

  • The house is 4,000 square feet (4 bedrooms) and is nestled on a high prairie in the American southwest.

  • A central closet in the house holds geothermal heat-pumps drawing ground water through pipes sunk 300 feet into the ground. The water, usually 67 degrees F., heats the house in the winter and cools it in the summer.

  • The system uses no fossil fuels such as oil or natural gas and it consumes one-quarter electricity required for a conventional heating/cooling system

  • Rainwater from the roof is collected and funneled into a 25,000 gallon underground cistern.

  • Wastewater from showers, sinks and toilets goes into underground purifying tanks and then into the cistern. The collected water then irrigates the land surrounding the house.

  • Surrounding flowers and shrubs native to the area enable the property to blend into the surrounding rural landscape.

House #1 is outside of Nashville, Tennessee; it is the abode of the "environmentalist" Al Gore.

House #2 is on a ranch near Crawford, Texas; it is the residence of the President of the United States, George W. Bush.

An "inconvenient truth" indeedy!

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The above is true. You can check it out if you wish.

Urban Legends Reference Pages: A Tale of Two Houses - here

And it's not only their homes that speak volumes. One could also compare the individual physiques of these two men.

Al Gore is a big fat fascist fraud. Anyone who listens to him is an idiot of the highest magnitude.

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Losing Greatness

Appreciation for beauty, talent and greatness must be innate. Apparently, as a two-year old I was already well on my way to being the cultural snob that I am today. There has to be a snob gene.

I have no recollection of this, but one of many childhood stories is about when the pediatrician, attempting to allay my apprehension with some small talk, asked me if I liked the Tango. I immediately and indignantly shot back, "I like Beethoven, Luciano Pavarotti and Richard Wagner!". It went downhill from there when he put that icy cold stethoscope on my bare little chest and I blurted out, "Hijo de puta!". Mother wanted to crawl into a hole. Here she had finally managed to get an appointment with one of the best and most renowned pediatricians in all of Buenos Aires, and her little darling goes and calls the grandfatherly gentleman a son of a bitch. I was a precocious little thing.

My tastes haven't changed since I was two. I still love Beethoven, Pavarotti and Wagner, though I did come around to appreciating the Tango. But after having recently been introduced to Silly Songs with Larry, of which my favorite so far is Larry's High Silk Hat, I can see there might be more to life. Now whatta ya think of that?

It was a bit sad to hear that Pavarotti has been hospitalized. The report is encouraging but it makes me realize that the time of his greatness has passed, never to return. One of the greatest tenors of all time, lauded by the entire world for so many years is just trying to stay alive now. Mortality sucks.

Pavarotti doctors 'positive' about singer's condition
11/08/2007 - 12:41:35

Doctors treating Luciano Pavarotti in an Italian hospital are "very positive" about the star's illness.

The Italian tenor, who is battling pancreatic cancer, was admitted to the Modena University Policlinico in northern Italy on Wednesday with a fever - but medics are confident the star will make a recovery.

His second wife, Nicoletta Mantovani, insists the star's condition appears to be improving.

She says: "He is calm, he is talking and joking. The doctors are very positive."

Doctors at the hospital expect the singer to be discharged from hospital "within the next few days".

Pavarotti underwent surgery for his cancer last year and has since had at least five rounds of chemotherapy. Fears for his health mounted further last month when his daughter Guiliana reportedly told a magazine her famous father hasn't got long to live.

I regret never having seen Pavarotti in a live performance. To have heard him sing at La Scala would have been something. I think he made a wise choice to study music instead of become a professional soccer player, which he was seriously considering.

Here is the great Luciano Pavarotti singing one of the great arias the way no one else can or ever will again. By the way, microphones are not used in opera. His voice rises above all those instruments and fills that entire opera house with no sound magnification device whatsoever. That's quite a feat.

Pavarotti - Nessun Dorma 1994


Get well, Luciano.

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Thursday, August 9, 2007

Veni, Vidi, Vori

Food seems to be a topic that everyone can relate to and one that I know a little something about - I have eaten most all of my life. As this topic does not involve religion nor politics nor any rotten current event - I am happy to discuss it. Frankly, I am fed up with everything.

So, in the spirit of avoiding anything remotely intellectual or controversial, I submit to you this recipe for Caesar Salad. It is not my recipe. I got it from a friend who at the time was the chef at a country club. I've never tried any other homemade Caesar Salad recipe so I can't compare. But the well-heeled members liked it and so do the not-so-well-heeled to whom I've served it. Now, this is a rather garlicky affair here so beware if you have to face people within 24 hours of its consumption - unless you really don't like them at all. In that case, you can say, "Hhhhhhhhhhhhi!", right in their face.

Caesar Salad

Ingredients:
  1. 2 tbsps lemon juice - freshly squeezed, not the bottled stuff - never the bottled stuff. Chuck that bottle in the trash and keep real lemons on hand, for goodness sake. If you don't have a manual lemon squeezer, you might consider getting one. They're very handy for lemons and limes. I got mine at the Mexican grocery store where I buy yerba. Mexicans use tons of lime juice. Pictured is the kind I'm talking about.
  2. 2 tbsps red wine vinegar - I wouldn't use any other type of vinegar. It's specified for a reason so I've always stuck with it.
  3. 3 medium cloves of garlic - smashed and peeled like I showed you. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you'll just have to struggle through it somehow.
  4. 3 or 4 anchovy fillets - don't let this turn you off if you don't like anchovies, you'll never know they're in there. And don't accidentally get sardines like I did the other day. They're all sitting there together, so if you're not really thinking, it can happen. Ooh, that pissed me off. Don't get me wrong, I like sardines and eat them all the time. They're very, very good for you. But I needed anchovies!
  5. 1 raw egg yolk - it won't kill you. The acid from the vinegar and lemon will kill anything in there - at least that's my theory.
  6. 1 cup of grapeseed oil or any other light tasting vegetable oil - olive oil is too strong. Grapeseed oil is good and good for you. I use it for many things. Here's a little bit about it: Grapeseed oil is believed to reduce bad cholesterol in the arteries. It has a very light taste and can be used just as you use olive oil in cooking. In some cases, grapeseed oil is preferable to olive oil because it has an even higher smoke point (can withstand hotter temperatures). That bit about withstanding hotter temps is important. Oils can be bad for your health if they break down during cooking. Just about every grocery store carries it now. When I first started using it, I could only find it at Whole Foods.
  7. salt
  8. freshly ground black pepper
  9. one head of romaine lettuce - it must be romaine - that's the law
  10. Parmesan cheese
  11. croutons - it's customary, but not absolutely necessary
  12. a blender

Putting it all together:

In the still, that is, not blending, blender add:
  1. egg yolk
  2. lemon juice
  3. red wine vinegar
  4. anchovies
  5. garlic
  6. some salt
Place the cover and blend on high for a few seconds.
Let it all sit a second, just for good measure - you know - to annihilate any aliens (that ought a fake out Googlers) that might be in that egg.

During this time you can measure out the oil into a measuring cup that has a pouring wedge. I don't know if wedge is the correct name but it's a little wedge on the rim so you can pour liquids cleanly from it. I'm sure it has a name. Every little thing has a name. If it's spout, then I shall have to protest because a spout is what you have on a watering can. Anyhow, this is very helpful, actually necessary, because you'll be pouring a very thin stream of oil.

OK. That's enough time to destroy every alien (gotcha Googlers) in there.

Now comes the crucial part - adding the oil. It's not hard, but you can't rush this. If your blender cover has a removable center portion, that's good, because you want it covered so everything doesn't spatter all over the place, but you also need an opening from which to pour in the oil while its blending. Most all blender covers have this feature. I haven't seen every blender in existence but the ones I have seen do have it.
  1. Start the blender - on high or medium. I guess it depends on how powerful your motor is. I don't think it needs to be at warp speed, but it shouldn't be the slowest either.
  2. Remove the center portion or the cover. Actually, after that long spiel, I don't think it'll make a mess without the cover. Once the liquid in there starts whirling around at a steady state, there's very little spattering going on.
  3. Start pouring the oil in - VERY VERY SLOWLY - the stream of oil should be so thin that it's almost alternating between a stream and drops. THAT slow.

    The chef explained to me that it's very important that you start off very slowly or you will not get the desired creaminess, the emulsion. Emulsions are a type of colloid. Colloids are interesting. Well, you might not think so but I do.

    Also, watch where the oil falls into the blender. Position your cup so the oil is going into the area that's spinning the fastest, closest to the center, the blender blade. This may not make any difference at all but I'm a bit of a fanatic about doing things in an optimal manner. OK, I'm a bloody perfectionist. Imagine how much anguish my newly retarded brain causes me. This is not something I can easily accept, thus the frequent bitching and moaning. It's like driving an Enzo Ferrari all your life then having to adjust to a Yugo...

    OK, keep the steady stream of oil going. You may slowly increase the stream. You'll notice the liquid will start getting more opaque, white - and thicker. This is colloidal magic. Slowly increase the stream until it's about 1/4 inch wide.

    After all the oil is in there, you're done. It doesn't take a very long time. Stop the blender. Taste for salt. Add some more if you like, then give the blender a few go-arounds to mix in the salt. Put the blender jar in the fridge.
  4. Wash and dry the romaine lettuce leaves. I have this very neat spinner that does an excellent job when you need that lettuce, parsley, etc. to be really dry.
  5. Cut the romaine into large pieces. If you don't have to open your mouth really wide to eat it, then it's too small!
  6. Arrange the lettuce on the plate.
  7. If you want croutons, add those too.
  8. Pour the Caesar dressing over all of it.
  9. Coarsely grind some black pepper on top.
  10. Top it all off with the Parmesan cheese.
  11. Open wide and eat.

You can make a complete meal of this by adding grilled or sauteed chicken breast or tenders. You'll want to slice the chicken and arrange it on top of the salad.

¡Buen provecho!

IMPORTANT UPDATE: What I wrote about the acid from the vinegar and lemon killing any bacteria, specifically Salmonella, is just plain stupid! If the gastric acid in our stomachs can't kill it, no vinegar or lemon is going to kill it. DUH!

I've never had any problem with Salmonella, but you hear about it. I don't know what to tell you. Is there some Salmonella test strip around? If there isn't, that would be a very useful thing. Let me check... OK. There is. But, I have no idea if it's readily available to the public or how expensive it is. Interesting. As I recall now, I had the idea of a test strip years ago.

Alrighty then. A false sense of security is worse than no security. Let's be cautious. Damn Salmonella.

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