<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:42:34.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall Box Of Soap</title><subtitle type='html'>Philosophical, Political, and of Course Religious Ranting.  If you don't like what I have to say, that is just fine.  You're entitled to your opinion.  Please just remember that I am too.  We are probably both wrong anyway.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-114045013846205305</id><published>2006-02-20T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:43:19.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reasons to love Hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/Imahockeyplayer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/Imahockeyplayer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hockey Player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/letsplayhockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/letsplayhockey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's Play Hockey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/faceoffweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/faceoffweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-114045013846205305?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/114045013846205305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=114045013846205305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/114045013846205305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/114045013846205305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/02/reasons-to-love-hockey.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-114009580555433448</id><published>2006-02-16T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:01:49.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God made these. I just took the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/IMG_0394.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/IMG_0394.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/IMG_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/IMG_0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/IMG_0392.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/IMG_0392.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/IMG_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/IMG_0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/IMG_0399.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/IMG_0399.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise on the square.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-114009580555433448?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/114009580555433448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=114009580555433448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/114009580555433448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/114009580555433448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/02/god-made-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-113994978385801957</id><published>2006-02-14T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:43:53.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Savannah likes to take these tests, so I thought I would give it a shot.  Turns out it was pretty fun.  I choose to see see what mythological creature I am.  Well just read below and you should get a kick out of the picture that came with the results....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt;. Angel: Angels are the guardians of all things, from the smallest ant to the tallest tree. They give inspiration, love, hope, and positive emotion. They live among humans without being seen. They are the good in all things, and if you feel alone, don't fear. They are always watching. Often times they merely stand by, whispering into the ears of those who feel lost. They would love nothing more then to reveal themselves, but in today's society, this would bring havoc and many unneeded questions. Give thanks to all things beautiful, for you are an Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Faerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Demon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="34" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;34%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="34" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;34%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;WereWolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="17" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1112562653Angel2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=21002"&gt;What Mythological Creature are you? (Cool Pics!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-113994978385801957?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/113994978385801957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=113994978385801957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113994978385801957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113994978385801957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/02/savannah-likes-to-take-these-tests-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-113987907254599516</id><published>2006-02-13T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:20:07.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/IMG_0338.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/IMG_0338.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/IMG_0325.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/IMG_0325.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkeys? In my yard? Who would have guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/IMG_0320.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/IMG_0320.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max finally has camo! She's off to hunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-113987907254599516?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/113987907254599516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=113987907254599516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113987907254599516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113987907254599516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-wow-turkeys-in-my-yard-who-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-113925948309771162</id><published>2006-02-06T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:58:03.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/Peggys%20Gap%20004s.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/Peggys%20Gap%20004s.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/peggygapwide2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/peggygapwide2s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy's Gap. I may live here one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/peggygapwide1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/peggygapwide1s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Pic from Peggy's Gap. I wanted to splice them together but I goofed on the middle picture somehow. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-113925948309771162?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/113925948309771162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=113925948309771162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113925948309771162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113925948309771162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/02/peggys-gap.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-113897296323156970</id><published>2006-02-03T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:25:48.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/Whats%20in%20your%20office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/Whats%20in%20your%20office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends came to my office the other day. They flew out with my airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/Parker%20needs%20more%20stuff..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/Parker%20needs%20more%20stuff..0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker needs more stuff! I Really love this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/Me%20Savannah%20Claton%20and%20Landen.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/Me%20Savannah%20Claton%20and%20Landen.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Savannah, Claton and Landon (they're Parker's little bros). Poor kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/Isnt%20my%20cat%20cute.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/Isnt%20my%20cat%20cute.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is cute and she knows it. She is now in charge of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/Glads_Vs_StingRays%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/Glads_Vs_StingRays%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Gladiators!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/even%20more%20of%20the%20gang%20at%20new%20year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/even%20more%20of%20the%20gang%20at%20new%20year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/Danger%20Danger.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/320/Danger%20Danger.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be trouble. Or at least it should be on the post office wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-113897296323156970?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/113897296323156970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=113897296323156970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113897296323156970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113897296323156970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-friends-came-to-my-office-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-113891070607301666</id><published>2006-02-02T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:07:59.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A letter to a friend of mine the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is great! We have two new additions last year -twin boy's (my cousins). I had the best year of my life last year (with the exception of losing my Grandmother -that sucked a lot). I love my new job, it's a blast. The commute is great (its 10 min). My boss is cool, and I have learned SOOOOOOO much from him (its totally awesome!) The folks I work with a wonderful too -very professional people. I have made some wonderful friends here. You will see them is some of the pics I send you (mostly you will see their children attacking me). I got a cat that’s lazier than Garfield, but cuter than ...well she's cute and she knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time I have discovered the joy of free time (did I mention my 10 min commute?). I am currently working on &lt;a title="http://www.instructables.com/ex/i/941512DCE05410289F96001143E7E506/" href="http://www.instructables.com/ex/i/941512DCE05410289F96001143E7E506/"&gt;Robomouse&lt;/a&gt;, he's going to be an old wheel mouse that runs around and chases lights -I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly in all this is Savannah. She's wonderful! She's younger than me but you wouldn't know it from talking with her. She's very intelligent (even if she's dating me). She's a chemistry major at Piedmont (not one of those silly Computer Science majors from NGCSU, you can't trust them). We have been dating for six months as of last Sunday, and I've had the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on but I think I should get to work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention that I'm thinking about building a house, well a cabin. It will be on top of a hill where I can see at least 5 counties. Mom and Dad own the land, and I got the building permit at the end of last year. The only thing is that I have a neighbor up there now RIGHT ON THE FREAKING LINE. I don't know about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-113891070607301666?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/113891070607301666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=113891070607301666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113891070607301666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113891070607301666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/02/letter-to-friend-of-mine-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-113890581147719775</id><published>2006-02-02T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:55:28.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/1600/Wide2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2514/1942/400/Wide2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Morning World!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the view from my front yard when I left for work today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-113890581147719775?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/113890581147719775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=113890581147719775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113890581147719775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113890581147719775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-morning-worldthis-was-view-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-113828319712037535</id><published>2006-01-26T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:35:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where did all the common sense go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was watching good Morning &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; this morning before work. I only watched two ‘news stories’ before I had had enough, and came to work early. The first bit of ‘news’ was about The Mexican government distributing pamphlets explaining the best route to take to cross the border into America. The second bit of ‘news’ (and I use the term very loosely here) was about how mean the judges on American Idol are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As for the Mexican government’s pamphlets I can see why the government of that poor county would want to help its people across the border. Those illegal immigrants send money back to their families which helps the Mexican economy. To the Mexican government those people are a valuable export. Oh sure, they will claim its about human rights and rattle off statistics about how many people died last year because they didn’t cross the border in the right place (over 400 they claimed). I wonder what the figure is for the number of people last year who died because the emergency room was full of illegal immigrants who cannot legally be turned away. I wonder how many people died last year because they couldn’t get a job that was already being done by illegal immigrants who don’t pay taxes. I think that figure jumps way up if you thing of pregnant mothers who lose their babies because of a lack of proper nourishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My point is not that people form &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (or any country) should be turned away from this county. After all, we all (even the Native Americans) descend from immigrants to this wonderful land of milk and honey. My point is that Americans should be outraged that a foreign country is exploiting our Nation! There is a system in place to allow immigrants into &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in a controlled and safe way (safe for our county, its citizens, and the immigrants). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now to jump subjects, to American Idol. I can’t say that I have ever watched it, but I do know what goes on during the show. People who really have no business being seen in public (much less national T.V.) go on stage and ‘sing’. Those people know before hand that the judges on the show will make fun of them if they perform badly. That is what they have done for the last three seasons. It’s not like they just started the show last week. Anyway there are now groups of people including G.L.A.D. (Gay and Lesbian Advocate and Defense) who are saying the show’s judges are too mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stop there! What does gay and lesbian defense have to do with ANYTHING? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;American Idol makes money through commercials that air during the breaks in the show. The people advertising with those commercials will pay more money if more people watch. Hmmmm, How to make more people watch something….. I know! Make fun of people and have a lot of drama. That’s the formula for the show. That is what people are watching. Not the occasional good singer (if people wanted good music they would listen to their favorite CD). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Again; what does gay and lesbian defense have to do with ANYTHING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That is easy. These people need their time in the spotlight. They’re feeling left out, so they going to cry about it. Well tough! Nobody cares! We just want to see Simon bash someone else, so G.L.A.D. you might as well get over it! For once political correctness WILL NOT win. Because as P.C. as our county is now, we still like our Dramatic Reality T.V. better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Isn’t the world silly. The greatest most powerful county EVER is being exploited by a third world county and all we care about is who’s on American Idol and weather the Judges are being to mean to the Gays and lesbians.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-113828319712037535?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/113828319712037535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=113828319712037535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113828319712037535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113828319712037535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-did-all-common-sense-go-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-113813653932625481</id><published>2006-01-24T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T07:44:26.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God grant me the serenity&lt;br /&gt;to accept the things I cannot change;&lt;br /&gt;courage to change the things I can;&lt;br /&gt;and wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Living one day at a time;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying one moment at a time;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;&lt;br /&gt;Taking, as He did, this sinful world&lt;br /&gt;as it is, not as I would have it;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting that He will make all things right&lt;br /&gt;if I surrender to His Will;&lt;br /&gt;That I may be reasonably happy in this life&lt;br /&gt;and supremely happy with Him&lt;br /&gt;Forever in the next.&lt;br /&gt;Amen. -Reinhold Niebuhr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil&lt;br /&gt;is that good men do nothing."&lt;br /&gt;-Edmund Burke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society in every state is a blessing, but Government, even in its best state,is but a necessary evil; in its worst state an intolerable one.&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Paine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.&lt;br /&gt;-Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the truest sense, freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;-Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.&lt;br /&gt;-Robert E. Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that people would be alive today if there were a death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;-Nancy Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.&lt;br /&gt;-Plato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call on God, but row away from the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;-Indian Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-113813653932625481?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/113813653932625481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=113813653932625481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113813653932625481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113813653932625481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/01/god-grant-me-serenity-to-accept-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-113779393931785893</id><published>2006-01-20T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:09:55.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Today I had the privilege of dealing by my local county government. My Father is trying to buy a small piece of land that is adjacent to his house. Actually he's already bought it, but the plat has to be approved by the government. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Yesterday Dad dropped off the plat in the local planning office (actually that was closed so he left it with the Building Inspection Department who later handed it to the planning office). Dad asked me later to go by and see if it had been approved yet. So, being the good son that I am, I called the planning office. No one was there all day. Today I called again and spoke with the nice lady at working in there who told me she had no idea what would need to be done because she had not had time to review it yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;HUH????? 'What would need to be done..'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I thought that to myself, "Ok there's just a miscommunication here." I politely explained to the nice lady that we weren't planning on doing anything with the property, there won't be any clearing, cutting, grading, or building. My Dad just wanted the property because it joins his own.  The nice lady told me she 'Understood' that but there I would still have to have the health department approve it, before she can stamp the plat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;HUH???? "The health Department approve it"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The same Health Department that I get my shots from? Why oh why do they care that my dad is buying a small plot of land next to his home. Is it sick? Does it have a cold? Well, Apparently he Health Department has to check the condition of the soil. The nice lady in the Planning office ave me my Dad's, as yet unapproved, plat back. There was a sticky note on the plat about Protected Mountain Area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;AHA!!!! "Protected Mountain Area"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Let me stop right here to review. My Dad has purchased a small piece of property next to his house. He is ready to have the plat recorded in the &lt;strong&gt;County Clerk's&lt;/strong&gt; but the &lt;strong&gt;Building Inspections Department&lt;/strong&gt; had to give Dad's plat to the &lt;strong&gt;Planning Office&lt;/strong&gt; so they can tell me to come take it back so the &lt;strong&gt;Health Department&lt;/strong&gt; can decide if its ok for the &lt;strong&gt;Planning Office&lt;/strong&gt; to say its alright for Dad to have it Recorded in the &lt;strong&gt;Clerk's Office&lt;/strong&gt;. Thats six times Dad and I get to be honored by visiting a government office.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I do so love a good cup of wasted time with my bureaucratic crackers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The adventure isn't over yet. The Health Department closes at 3:00p.m. so I have to wait until next Monday to get them to look at Dad's Plat. In the mean time I need to ponder the wonders Mountain Protection... But I have plenty of time for that whilst I happily await my government's pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-113779393931785893?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/113779393931785893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=113779393931785893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113779393931785893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113779393931785893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-had-privilege-of-dealing-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20947361.post-113718301927123662</id><published>2006-01-13T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:42:52.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simplicity a philosophy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every aspect of life is simple. It is society and the nature of human beings that attempts to complicate. Every issue can, at its core, be seen as black or white. The grey only appears to exist because neither the black nor white are desirable to all people at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity does not mean absoluteness or totality. The only rule that there are no exceptions to is; "There is an exception to every rule." Just because a thing is correct in one situation does not mean it will be correct in the next. Likewise, just because a thing is correct for one person or group does not mean it will be correct for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity ignores social desire. Even though a thing is popular or desirable it may not be correct. Simplicity focuses on that which is necessary and nothing more. Simplicity is about choice. It can be applied to any question. It does not mean the answer will be easy to find. Instead it means the &lt;strong&gt;true question&lt;/strong&gt; can be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use simplicity two things are required; a striping away of all societal input, and following The Base Rule. The &lt;strong&gt;Base Rule&lt;/strong&gt; is the moral rule from which all laws, and morals are derived. In short it states; "A human being has '&lt;strong&gt;everyright&lt;/strong&gt;'." Everyright is the single inherent right off ALL human beings to do &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; except remove another human being rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Base Rule is the not only the root of morality and laws. It is also the root of Simplicity. The Base Rule can be applied to the core of any issue to find the true question of the issue. Once applied the issue is itself black and white. Either The Base Rule is followed or it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other requirement of Simplicity is to remove society's idea of what is correct. Society tends to develop incorrect morals that are based on popular opinion instead of The Base Rule. Any issue can be colored by differing points of view. Although these different views are a healthy part of society (and all people have a right to them), sometimes they must be put aside to see a the true issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rightness or wrongness of many complicated issues can be argued. But those issues must be themselves ignored so that it can be asked "Does this impede someone's Everyright?". Then and only then can the morality of the situation be truly seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could now be argued that we give up many rights so that we may live in a civilized world. This is not the case however. Civilization means, we must not take away the rights of other's. According to the Base Rule, not taking the rights of others is the only right that we humans never had. If we have never had the right to take others' rights then we cannot have it given up that right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20947361-113718301927123662?l=tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/feeds/113718301927123662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20947361&amp;postID=113718301927123662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113718301927123662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20947361/posts/default/113718301927123662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallboxofsoap.blogspot.com/2006/01/simplicity-philosophy-every-aspect-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas Paine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177584224903750988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.tullsales.com/images/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
