New Element "Administratium" Discovered

New Element "Administratium" Discovered

The heaviest element known to science was recently discovered by investigators at a major U.S. research university. The element, tentatively named Administratium, has no protons or electrons and thus has an atomic number of 0. However, it does have 1 neutron, 125 assistant neutrons, 75 vice neutrons, and 111 assistant vice neutrons. This gives it an atomic mass of 312.

These 312 particles are held together by a force that involves the continuous exchange of meson-like particles called morons. It also is surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons.

Since it has no electrons, Administratium is inert. However, it can be detected chemically as it impedes every reaction it comes in contact with. According to the discoverers, a minute amount of Administratium causes one reaction to take over four days to complete when it would have normally occurred in less than one second.

Administratium has a normal half-life of approximately three years, at which time it does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which assistant neutrons, vice neutrons, and assistant vice neutrons exchange places.

In fact, an Administratium sample's mass actually INCREASES over time since, with each reorganization, some of the morons inevitably become neutrons, forming new isotopes.

This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to speculate that perhaps Administratium is spontaneously formed whenever morons reach a certain quantity in concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as "critical morass."

Airplane Squawks

Squawks are problem descriptions that pilots leave for maintenance crews.

Problem: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.
Solution: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

Problem: Test flight OK, except autoland very rough.
Solution: Autoland not installed on this aircraft.

Problem #1: #2 Propeller seeping prop fluid.
Solution #1: #2 Propeller seepage normal.
Problem #2: #1,#3, and #4 propellers lack normal seepage.

Problem: The autopilot doesn't.
Signed off: IT DOES NOW.

Problem: Something loose in cockpit.
Solution: Something tightened in cockpit.

Problem: Evidence of hydraulic leak on right main landing gear.
Solution: Evidence removed.

Problem: Number three engine missing.
Solution: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

Problem: DME volume unbelievably loud.
Solution: Volume set to more believable level.

Problem: Dead bugs on windshield.
Solution: Live bugs on order.

Problem: Autopilot in altitude hold mode produces a 200 fpm descent.
Solution: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

Problem: IFF inoperative.
Solution: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.

Problem: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
Solution: That's what they're there for.

Problem: Pilot's seat cushion too hard
Solution: Exchanged pilot & copilot seat cushions.

Amzanig

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The Government and Noah

The Lord spoke to Noah and said, "Noah, in six months I am going to make it rain until the whole world is covered with water and all the evil things are destroyed. But, I want to save a few good people and two of every living thing on the planet. I am ordering you to build an ark." And, in a flash of lightning, he delivered the specifications for the ark.

"OK," Noah said, trembling with fear and fumbling with the blueprints, "I'm your man." "Six months and it starts to rain," thundered the Lord. "You better have my arc completed or learn to swim for a long, long time!"

Six months passed, the sky began to cloud up, and the rain began to fall in torrents. The Lord looked down and saw Noah sitting in his yard, weeping, and there was no ark. "Noah!" shouted the Lord, "where is My ark?"

A lightning bolt crashed into the ground right beside Noah. "Lord, please forgive me!" begged Noah. "I did my best, but there were some big problems. First, I had to get a building permit for the ark's construction, but your plans did not meet their code. So, I had to hire an engineer to redo the plans, only to get into a long argument with him about whether to include a fire-sprinkler system. My neighbors objected, claiming that I was violating zoning ordinances by building the ark in my front yard, so I had to get a variance from the city planning board. Then, I had a big problem getting enough wood for the ark, because there was a ban on cutting trees to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service that I needed the wood to save the owls, but they wouldn't let me catch them, so no owls. Next, I started gathering up the animals but got sued by an animal rights group that objected to me taking along only two of each kind. Just when the suit got dismissed, the EPA notified me that I couldn't complete the ark without filing an environmental impact statement on your proposed flood. They didn't take kindly to the idea that they had no jurisdiction over the conduct of a Supreme Being. Then, the Corps of Engineers wanted a map of the proposed flood plan. I sent them a globe! Right now, I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Equal Opportunities Commission over how many minorities I'm supposed to hire. The IRS has seized all my assets claiming that I am trying to leave the country, and I just got a notice from the state that I owe some kind of use tax. Really, I don't think I can finish the ark in less than five years."

With that, the sky cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow arched across the sky. Noah looked up and smiled. "You mean you are not going to destroy the world?" he asked hopefully.

"No," said the Lord, "I am to late, the government already has."

Pun - Medieval Kingdoms

There were three Medieval kingdoms on the shores of a lake. There was an island in the middle of the lake, which the kingdoms had been fighting over for years. Finally, the three kings decided that they would send their knights out to do battle, and the winner would take the island. The night before the battle, the knights and their squires pitched camp and readied themselves for the fight. The first kingdom had 12 knights and each knight had 5 squires, all of whom were busily polishing armor, brushing horses and cooking food. The second kingdom had 20 knights and each knight had 10 squires. Everyone at that camp was also busy preparing for battle. At the camp of the third kingdom, there was only one knight, with his squire. This squire took a large pot and hung it from a looped rope in a tall tree. He busied himself preparing the meal, while the knight polished his own armor. When the hour of the battle came, the three kingdoms sent their squires out to fight (this was too trivial a matter for the knights to join in). The battle raged and when the dust cleared, the only person left was the lone squire from the third kingdom, having defeated the squires from the other two kingdoms. I guess this just proves that ... The squire of the high pot and noose is equal to the sum of the squires of the other two sides.

Pun - Friars

A monastery ran a small flower shop to help raise funds. The village was upset with the group of friars and wanted to run them out of business. They tried all sorts of ways to shut the place down with no success. Finally, they called on the meanest, roughest thug in the village, Hue. A threat from him was all it took to close the shop. Which just goes to show that only Hue can prevent florist friars.

Pun Contest

There was a pun contest so I entered 10 times to have a better chance. I was hoping one of them would win but no pun in ten did.

Pun - Eskimos

Two Eskimos were paddling in their kayak along the Alaskan coastline. They were out there for a long time and they started to get cold. During one of their breaks they lit a fire to warm up, but tragically their kayak caught fire and they drowned. Moral of the story: you can't have your kayak and heat it too.

Pun - Ghandi

Mahatma Ghandi walked barefoot everywhere, to the point that his feet became quite thick and hard. He also was quite a spiritual person. Even when he was not on a hunger strike, he did not eat much and became quite thin and frail. Furthermore, due to his diet, he wound up with very bad breath. Therefore, he came to be known as the super calloused fragile mystic plagued with halitosis.

Apple vs. Samsung

Apple,

Stop being a bully. Your products are great. So are others' products. Are you so threatened by competition that you have to kill the competition?

You have a long, annoying history of this kind of nonsense. Many years ago, you stole the trashcan from Xerox and then sued Microsoft for using it too. No one owns a picture of a trashcan. Or a square icon that looks like a calendar, or a white box to package a product in.

Perhaps you should spend your money on developing products that have ALL of the features your competitors have, rather than suing them on the parts that are similar.

If Apple had made early automobiles, would you have sued other manufactures that "copied" such things as the steering wheel, turn signals, and brakes? There is a certain amount of consistency that we need in our technology so we, the consumers, can make things work. What if, God forbid, you had a patent on the wheel itself?

You arrogantly act as if you are the source of all innovation. Yet your technology is built on centuries of development by countless others.

Apple, knock it off and get back to work.

Our Tax System - Explained with Beer

Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100 and they paid the bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
              
                 The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
                 The fifth would pay $1.
                 The sixth would pay $3.
                 The seventh would pay $7.
                 The eighth would pay $12.
                 The ninth would pay $18.
                 The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.
              
So, that's what they decided to do.
              
The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. "Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of our daily beer by $20." So drinks for the ten now cost just $80.
              
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free...but what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?'. They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer.
              
So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. And so:
              
                 The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
                 The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
                 The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
                 The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
                 The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
                 The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
              
Each of the six was better off than before...and the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.
              
"I only got a dollar out of the $20,"declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man," but he got $10!"
              
"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I!"
              
"That's true!!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!"
              
"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison.  "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"
              
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
              
The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
              
And that, ladies and gentlemen, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.
           

Redistribute the Wealth

You cannot "redistribute the wealth"; it is impossible. The reason is because there is no such thing as "the wealth". There is your wealth and my wealth and Bill Gates' wealth. But there is no "the wealth". The very term assumes a communist mindset. If the state controls all, it effectively owns all.

Eat the Rich?

Why are people completely unable to make an argument against raising taxes?

The only defense seems to be offered for not raising taxes on the wealthy is that the wealthy create jobs and if you tax them they won't create as many jobs. That seems to imply that the wealthy have a duty to hire people. And the more of their money they get to keep, the more people they have a duty to hire. If that is true, than government has defined what they can do with their money, and it's not theirs anyway. That is government exercising indirect control over the means of production, which is fascism.

How about this simple argument: It is wrong to take people's money...because it is THEIRS!

Somebody make that argument and I'll vote for you.

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