one lightbulb at  a time Got me thinking!!!!!!! A physics teacher in high  school, once told the students that while one grasshopper on the railroad tracks   wouldn’t slow a train very much, a billion of them would .   With that thought in mind, read the following…………obviously written by a good  American.
(I think this lady’s on the right track.  Let’s all get behind her!)
Check this out.
I was in Lowes the other day, and just  for the heck of it I was looking at the hose attachments.  They were all made in China .  The next day I was in Ace Hardware, and just for the heck  of it I checked the hose attachments there.  They were made in USA . Got me thinking.  Start looking.  In our current economic situation, every little thing we buy, or do, affects someone else - maybe even their job.   My grandson likes Hershey’s candy.  I just noticed that it is marked ‘made in Mexico ‘ now. I choose not to buy it any more. My favorite toothpaste, Colgate, is also ‘made in Mexico ‘ now. I’ve switched to Crest.  You have to read the labels on everything. This past weekend I was at Kroger.   (Can be true for  any store.)    I needed 60W light bulbs, and Bounce dryer sheets. I was in the light bulb aisle, and right next to the GE brand I normally buy, was an off brand labeled, “Everyday Value.”  I picked up both types of bulbs and compared the stats - they were the same, except for the price. The GE bulbs were more money than the Everyday Value brand………but the thing that surprised me the most, was the fact that GE was ‘made in MEXICO’ and  the Everyday Value brand was ‘made in (you got it) the USA’, in a company in Cleveland, Ohio. So throw out the myth that you cannot find the products you use every day……made right here!!!!!!!  On I went to another aisle. Those Bounce Dryer Sheets I needed - yep, you guessed it! Bounce cost more money - and - it’s made in Canada .  The Everyday Value brand was less money - and - ‘MADE IN THE USA’!   Bye-bye Bounce!  I did laundry  yesterday, and the dryer sheets performed just like the Bounce Free I’ve been using for years………..and at almost half the price! My challenge to  you is this.  Start reading the labels when you shop for everyday things, and see what you can find that is made in the USA .  The job you save may be your own, or your neighbors! If you accept the challenge, pass this on to others in your address book, so we can all start buying American……one light bulb at a time! Stop buying from overseas companies and other countries! We should have awakened a decade ago.   Longer than that, over 30 years ago it was already happening. Let’s get with the program and help our fellow Americans keep their jobs, and create even more jobs, right here in the U. S. A.

Just try reading this without laughing till you cry!!!

Pocket Tazer Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. A guy who purchased
his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked
my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for
a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a
100,000-volt, pocket/purse- sized tazer. The effects of the tazer were
supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your
assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety….??

WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.
I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the
button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I’d get
the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.

AWESOME!!! 

Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on
the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it
couldn’t be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There
I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little
soul) while I reading the directions and thinking that I really needed
to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I
thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought
better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this
thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some
assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one
hand, and tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst
would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was
supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control;
three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the
ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds
would be wasting the batteries.

All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring about 5″ long,
less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with
two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, ‘no possible
way!’ What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my
best…?

I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one
side as to say, ‘don’t do it dipstick,’ reasoning that a one second
burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn’t hurt all that bad. I
decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched
the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD …WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION … WHAT THE HELL!!!

I’m pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me
up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and
over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire,
testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in
the oddest position, and tingling in my legs? The cat was making meowing
sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging
above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by
my body flopping all over the living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to ‘mug’ yourself with a tazer, one
note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you
zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.. A three
second burst would be considered conservative?

IT HURT LIKE HELL!!!

A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a relative thing at
that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and
surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of
the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from
where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were
still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain,
and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling.

Apparently I pooped on myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my
sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I
believe came from my hair. I’m still looking for my  testicles and  I’m
offering a significant reward for their safe return!

P.S. My wife, can’t stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift,
and now regularly threatens me with it!

If you think education is difficult, try being stupid!!!