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  One of the Greats Has Died - Bob Dean
Posted by: Mystic Wanderer - 10-15-2018, 06:47 PM - Forum: UFOs, Aliens and Universal Questions - Replies (2)

I just now saw a post from Kerry Cassidy that Bob Dean died on October 11 at the age of 89. 

He was one of my most favorite speakers. He will be deeply missed by all the UFO community.   tinycrying 

Rest in peace, Sir.  

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For those who never watched his videos, I have posted one below. There are MANY on You Tube. Go check them out. He shares some fantastic information.



https://youtu.be/XaBPbtvK_TA

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  Hey, YOU Al Gore!
Posted by: guohua - 10-14-2018, 04:49 PM - Forum: The Great Climate Change Debate - Replies (3)

Hey, Gore, you ever read the news?

Quote:Snow blanketing Colorado while rain moves into central Texas
It's not even late in the month of October yet!
Quote:It's not yet Halloween, but it's starting to feel like Christmas in the Rockies as snow is moving through Colorado, western Kansas and parts of northern New Mexico on Sunday.
Here in Phoenix, Az. it has been nice and pretty normal.


Quote:Winter weather advisories and winter stormwarnings span across eight states through early Monday in anticipation of potentially heavy snowfall and blowing snow.

Snow is falling across parts of the Rockies and Plains on Sunday morning. The snow is being caused by a strong cold front that will eventually reach as far south as the Gulf states by Tuesday.
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But, you have Old Al Gore out there saying,,,,,,,,,


Quote:Gore: Jet Stream 'Getting Loopier and Wavier,' So 'We Have a Global Emergency'
Al Gores response to Winter  smalltappinghead .
Remember he and his scientist SWORE that Children would have to learn about Snow from Text Books and TV, there would be No More Winters!
[Image: AP_18271566165794.sized-770x415xc.jpg] The FOOL!



Quote:Former Vice President Al Gore declared that scientists predicted hurricane "consequences" of climate change and warned "they're going to get a lot worse still until we stop using the Earth's atmosphere as an open sewer."

Gore was reacting to this week's Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change report in which 91 authors and editors from 40 countries concluded there's currently a 12-year window to make “far-reaching and unprecedented changes” to avert dramatic effects of global warming.

UN Secretary-General Antonio Guterres said the report should be an "ear-splitting wake-up call to the world" as "it confirms that climate change is running faster than we are – and we are running out of time."
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Ends The End Of The World As We Know It!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  mediumnotlooking 


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  [VIT2018] My Veil Is Ignorance.
Posted by: BIAD - 10-14-2018, 10:12 AM - Forum: Rogue's Writers Contests - Replies (2)

[VIT2018] My Veil Is Ignorance.

She'll come again tonight, I'm certain of it.
Pools of wisdom reflecting the streetlights from the nearby road and that steady breath pluming into the last
evening of October. And she's a big bugger too.

It's getting cold and I wish I'd bought those fishermen socks from the jumble sale now, damn I wish I even had the
money to buy them. But that's problem with a quest, real life gets in the way and stifles free-thought, just like these
leaf-bare alders defuse the wind that dances high above me.

Still, she'll be here soon and the tedious life I knew will just become a leg-flinching dream that sometimes stumbles
across an unwanted memory. The levy required by society can go to hell, I left school in the same manner I was
bundled into it and now a future of unemployment, being in debt for the rest of your life and the age-old trial of keeping
up with the Joneses holds no passion for yours-truly. Certainly not like the fever I have for her.

My Ma will worry of course. I guess there'll be nights when she'll finish mopping the assembly-room floor at the school
for kids with special-needs and ignoring the stench of hot bleach, she'll look out of the window.
The bright fluorescent lights will hinder her study -of course, and all she'll see is her doleful reflection staring back.
But her class-bridled mind will ask the question she asks every night... 'where did my son go?', when her appeal should
really be where did she go.

Not long now, the darker in the dark near her favourite tree. A union that shouldn't be, but a love that defies nature itself.

My Pa won't miss me, if I'm not at the bottom of a bottle. His concern will only floret when he's too-drunk to walk home
and needs his work-shy runt-of-a-kid to support him home. He won't miss me.

There are movies where fathers and sons toss a baseball to each other or pass a mutual smile between each other as
they finish building a fence on a hot afternoon.
Yeah Hollywood. They ask you to leave the veil of reality on the counter where your ticket waits.
But those cigar-smoking rich fellas never talk about when the credits roll and the crumbs of popcorn are wiped from
your duffel-coat, when you have to pick up that damned burden and step back onto the path of banality.

They say this land is too small to hold such creatures, the boffins in their white coats and stupid spectacles. They were
the weak ones I hated at school and the ones I envied when the teaching stopped. But who's the smart one now?
Not enough food, no physical evidence and mere wishful-thinking of the internet, who's the smart one now?

I have a sister, and even though she attends the place where my Ma washes the floor every weekday evening, she's
special beyond her needs. If there's a regret to what I'm leaving tonight, it's her... the only one who can still hold the
magic.

There she is, all hair and nervous muscle. I will not sully what my heart feels by describing the forest-queen that will
take me to her world of herb-aroma and night-silence. She is woman, although not my species. She wants me and
I need her.

A passing car throws a fleeting curtain of light across our leaf-littered rendezvous and for a moment I glimpse her
heavy breasts and agitated gaze, she wants to be away and ideally, with her man. Arms of hard sinew sway back
and forth in her skittishness and hands of leather clench their chagrin for the delay.

Praying for no twig-snap or the snag of a bramble, I step forward and with air trapped in my lungs I stride towards my
future. The promise of sanguine survival awaits and a chance to know how this world really turns.
No more frowns from parents and no more mocking-eyes from those beyond the wood.
If those clever-ones at school could see me now.

Her presence is commanding, a brute to some and a ghost to others. Her scent whispers of wild roaming and slumber
in undergrowth. Unkempt hair hides her sex and denies the weather, she represents the truth that cinema moguls can
never capture. I stand in her company and breathe in her savage majesty.

Then with an outstretched arm, I'm taken. Like bromidic academia tells us, neanderthal wedlock involved the physical
accruing and turning towards the shadows, I'm thrown over her shoulder and our honeymoon begins.
Like a ribbon from my sister's hair, that veil of reality is discarded to the night-wind.

That world that demands procedure, that snarls conventionality as a pressing imperative for humans, is now behind
me and twisting my head, I see it fade as the streetlights disappear.

Through ploughed fields and under a crescent moon we travel. Hedgerows and barren copses, forgotten places and
obscure knolls, the terrain of my beloved carriage. An owl hoots at our passing and somewhere in the ferns and bracken,
a mouse thinks to itself -that at least for one night, it's not the design of the night-killer.

My fingers touch the pumping tendons of her great back beneath her hirsute pelt and I believe her pace is quickening.
A clan or a solitary grotto awaits...? I care not for such human concerns of prospectiveness. It is meaningless when
you take the contract to live in the real.

Then my ruminations stop. That world of pungent wild herbs and Autumn-morning foraging, that Arcadia of breathing
the Summer evenings and admiring the textures of a dwindling wild, my fingers find a reality I had never foreseen.

A zipper.

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  More Clinton classified documents found
Posted by: 727Sky - 10-14-2018, 08:47 AM - Forum: Political News and more - Replies (3)




https://www.judicialwatch.org/press-room...il-system/

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  What IS the truth about the Enfield Poltergeist?
Posted by: Mystic Wanderer - 10-14-2018, 01:10 AM - Forum: The Paranormal World - Replies (4)

Anyone need to get in the mood for Halloween?  This story should do it! 

It is said to be a case that still 40 years later has not been debunked.  Some really scary things went on with this family in their home in Enfield, North London.  Like, when the deep raspy voice of an old man came out of an 11 year old girl, things being tossed across the room by unseen hands, and voices heard when no one was there.  tinysurprised 



Quote:The rasping male voice sent a chill through the room. Hauntingly, it delivered a message from beyond the grave, describing in graphic detail the moment of death.
‘Just before I died, I went blind, and then I had an ’aemorrhage and I fell asleep and I died in the chair in the corner downstairs.’
The eerie voice — which can still be heard on audio tapes today — is purportedly that of Bill Wilkins. The recording was made in Enfield, North London, in the Seventies, several years after his death. 

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Janet Hodgson, aged 11 at the time, appeared to be possessed. It could have been a scene from the film The Exorcist - but it was real

Most horrifying of all, however, was that the voice was coming from the body of an 11-year-old girl, Janet Hodgson. She appeared to be possessed. It could have been a scene from the film The Exorcist — but it was real.
What was going on? This was the case of the Enfield Poltergeist, which held the nation spellbound 30 years ago, puzzling policemen, psychics, experts in the occult and hardened reporters alike.

It involved levitation, furniture being moved through the air, and flying objects swirling towards witnesses. There were cold breezes, physical assaults, graffiti, water appearing on the floor, and even claims of matches spontaneously bursting into flame.

A policewoman even signed an affidavit that she had seen a chair move. There were more than 30 witnesses to the strange incidents.
Most inexplicably, the young girl at the centre of the events seemingly acted as the mouthpiece for Bill Wilkins, a foul-mouthed, grumpy old man who had died in the house many years before. His son contacted investigators to confirm the details of his story.
The events unfolded for more than a year behind the door of an ordinary-looking semi-detached council house, on a suburban street filled with similar houses, and left those they touched permanently scarred.
Naturally, many questioned whether it was all a hoax — but no explanation other than the paranormal has ever been convincingly put forward.

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The events unfolded for more than a year behind the door of an ordinary-looking semi-detached council house
Now, the episode is to be revisited in a film, planned for release at Halloween next year.

Just what happened in Enfield, then, all those years ago? Where are the Hodgsons now, and have they escaped their ghosts? Could they have made the whole episode up? And who lives at 284 Green Street now?

The story, as the Hodgson family told it, begins in 1977. Peggy Hodgson was unusual, at the time, in that she was a single mother to four children — Margaret, 12, Janet, 11, Johnny, ten, and Billy, seven — having split from their father.

It was the evening of August 30, 1977, and Mrs Hodgson was keen to get her children into bed. She heard Janet complaining from upstairs that her and her brothers’ beds were wobbling.
Mrs Hodgson told her daughter to stop mucking around. The following evening, however, there was an altogether more bizarre disturbance.

Mrs Hodgson heard a crash from upstairs. Cross, she went to tell her children to settle down.

Entering their bedroom, with Janet’s Starsky & Hutch posters on the wall, Mrs Hodgson saw the chest of drawers move. She pushed it back, but found that it was being propelled towards the door by an invisible force.
It seemed as if some supernatural presence was trying to trap the family in the room with the heavy oak chest.

Many years later, Janet would tell a Channel 4 documentary: ‘It started in a back bedroom, the chest of drawers moved, and you could hear shuffling. Mum said: “I want you to pack it in.”

‘We told her what was going on, and she came to see it for herself. She saw the chest of drawers moving. When she tried to push it back, she couldn’t.’

Janet’s sister Margaret explained how the activity increased.

‘There were strange little noises in the house, you couldn’t make out what was going on. None of us got slept.
‘We put on our dressing gowns and slippers and went next door.’
The family appealed for help from their neighbours, Vic and Peggy Nottingham. Vic, a burly builder, went to investigate.

He says: ‘I went in there and I couldn’t make out these noises — there was a knocking on the wall, in the bedroom, on the ceiling. I was beginning to get a bit frightened.’

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Most of the activity centred on 11-year-old Janet. She went into violent trances, which were awful to behold

Margaret adds: ‘He said: “I don’t know what to do.” I’d never seen a big man like that looking scared.’
The Hodgsons called the police, who proved to be similarly mystified. WPC  Carolyn Heeps saw a chair move.
She said at the time: ‘A large armchair moved, unassisted, 4 ft across the floor.’

She inspected the chair for hidden wires, but could find no explanation for what she had seen.
Eventually, the officers left, telling the family that the incidents were not a police matter, as they couldn’t find anyone breaking the law.

Next, the Hodgsons contacted the Press. Daily Mirror photographer Graham Morris, who visited the house, says: ‘It was chaos, things started flying around, people were screaming.’

Some of the events were captured on camera, and the images are disturbing. One shows Janet’s elfin form apparently being thrown across the room.
In others, her face is distorted in pain.

The BBC went to the house, but the crew found the metal components in their tape equipment had been twisted, and recordings erased.
Next, the family sought help from the Society for Psychical Research (SPR). It sent investigators Maurice Grosse and Guy Lyon Playfair, a poltergeist expert who subsequently wrote a book, This House Is Haunted, about the affair.

The author Will Storr spoke to Grosse, who has since died, when researching his own book Will Storr vs The Supernatural, which also features the case. Grosse told him: ‘As soon as I got there, I realised that the case was real because the family was in a bad state. Everybody was in chaos.

‘When I first got there, nothing happened for a while. Then I experienced Lego pieces flying across the room, and marbles, and the extraordinary thing was, when you picked them up they were hot.
‘I was standing in the kitchen and a T-shirt leapt off the table and flew into the other side of the room while I was standing by it.’

The investigators found themselves caught in a maelstrom of apparently psychic activity, with every poltergeist trick thrown at them. Sofas levitated, furniture spun round and was flung across the room, and the family would be hurled out of their beds at night.

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The investigators found themselves caught in a maelstrom of apparently psychic activity, with every poltergeist trick thrown at them

One day, Maurice and a visiting neighbour found one of the children shouting: ‘I can’t move! It’s holding my leg!’ They had to wrestle the child from what all involved insisted was the grip of invisible hands.
The ongoing knocking was one of the most chilling aspects of the case. It would run down the wall, fading in and out as it apparently played an unnerving game with the family — who became so scared that they slept in the same room, with the light on.

Most of the activity centred on 11-year-old Janet. She went into violent trances, which were awful to behold. On one occasion, the iron fireplace in her bedroom was wrenched from the wall by unseen forces.
Family members also claim to have seen her levitating — floating clean across the room.

She told Channel 4: ‘I felt used by a force that nobody understands. I really don’t like to think about it too much. I’m not sure the poltergeist was truly “evil”. It was almost as if it wanted to be part of our family.
'It didn’t want to hurt us. It had died there and wanted to be at rest. The only way it could communicate was through me and my sister.’

Some cast doubt on the events, however. Two SPR experts caught the children bending spoons themselves, and questioned why no one was allowed in the same room as Janet when she was using her gruff voice, apparently that of Bill Wilkins.

Indeed, Janet admitted that they fabricated some of the occurrences.
She told ITV News in 1980: ‘Oh yeah, once or twice (we faked phenomena), just to see if Mr Grosse and Mr Playfair would catch us. They always did.’

Now aged 45, Janet lives in Essex with her husband, a retired milkman.
She told me: ‘I wasn’t very happy to hear about the film, I didn’t know anything about it. My dad has just died, and it really upset me to think of all this being raked over again.’

She describes the poltergeist activity as traumatic.
‘It was an extraordinary case. It’s one of the most recognised cases of paranormal activity in the world. But, for me, it was quite daunting. I think it really left its mark, the activities, the newspaper attention, the different people in and out of the house. It wasn’t a normal childhood.’

Asked how much of the phenomena at Green Street was faked, she says: ‘I’d say 2 per cent.’
She also admitted playing with an Ouija board with her sister, just before the activity flared up at the house.
She says she was unaware that she went into trances, until she was shown pictures.

‘I recall being very distressed by the photos when I was a child, I was very upset.
‘I knew when the voices were happening, of course, it felt like something was behind me all of the time. They did all sorts of tests, filling my mouth with water and so on, but the voices still came out.’


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WOW, that will make your eyes get big, right?   tinyhuh

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  Mind-Control for Drones in the Works
Posted by: Mystic Wanderer - 10-13-2018, 03:36 PM - Forum: UFOs, Aliens and Universal Questions - No Replies

We have all heard about the alien craft that are driven using only mind control, right?  Well now it appears we humans have learned enough from our space brothers to try it out on our own craft. 

We will start out small, using drones and a microchip placed in the brain to communicate.

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Quote:The U.S. Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency has tested an implant that allows an operator to simultaneously control, with their mere thoughts, up to three unmanned aerial vehicles.

The technology could one day lead to a direct interface between human beings and UAVs.
But full mind-control for drones is still a long way off. Loosely controlling one small UAV is one thing. Directly controlling several sophisticated drones, with full two-way communication, is quite another.

The mind-control trials took place in Pittsburgh between June 2016 and January 2017, according to DARPA. Using what the agency called a “bidirectional neural interface,” a volunteer named Nathan Copeland was able to simultaneously steer a simulated lead UAV and maintain formation of two additional simulated aircraft in a flight simulator, said Tim Kilbride, a DARPA spokesperson.

Copeland, who is partially paralyzed, never actually steered a real drone using only his thoughts. Instead, he channeled his thoughts through a medical implant embedded in his skull, which used electroencephalogram, or EEG, to interface with a computer simulation of a drone navigating an obstacle course, all while two robotic wingmen trailed behind it.

“Nathan’s task was to exercise vertical and lateral control to fly the lead aircraft through a series of hoops positioned in the center of the screen, while also maintaining/correcting the lateral course of the two support aircraft through their own hoops positioned in shifting locations at the top of the screen,” Kilbride explained.

DARPA’s tech translates specific thoughts into code that a drone can understand. The drone in turn can scan its environment, detect an obstacle and alert the operator. The operator’s brain translates the drone’s return signal as a “haptic response.” In other words, a strong feeling.

With today’s tech it’s only possible for a user to vaguely communicate with one drone at a time. And that’s not the tech’s only problem.

“The big challenge is you’re talking about interfacing with the human brain—that’s not a trivial thing,” said Bradley Greger, a neural engineer at Arizona State University. “It’s a big deal to implant something into the brain.”
DARPA is trying to minimize that risk. In February 2016 the agency announced the first successful tests, on animals, of a tiny sensor that travels through blood vessels, lodges in the brain and records neural activity.

The so-called “stentrode,” a combination stent and electrode, could help researchers solve one of the most vexing problems with human-drone interfacing. How to insert a transmitter into someone’s brain without also drilling a hole in their head.

But even a noninvasive interface could run up against a major obstacle. “The other big challenge is the management and interpretation of the huge amounts of information you get,” Greger said. “You’d need a Google-level I.T. structure to manage and process it.”

If and when it reliably works, the drone-brain interface could have profound implications for the world’s air forces. UAV crews would no longer need to sit in trailers, stare at screens and operate their machines using joysticks and keyboards. They could just think. And their drones would obey.

This first appeared in WarIsBoring here

Image: Reuters. 

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It is only a matter of time before we will be zipping across the universe in our mind-controlled personal vehicles; maybe go have dinner on Neptune.  Does that not sound exciting?   tinybiggrin

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  [VIT2018] The Many veils
Posted by: 727Sky - 10-13-2018, 10:07 AM - Forum: Rogue's Writers Contests - Replies (2)

Her veils were so thin and transparent that she might as well have been totally undressed as she moved to the music. The musical beat was reinforced by the primitive drums so it was easy to be drawn into her hypnotic movements and be totally lost in her beauty.

I tried to tear my eyes from her and look at the other onlookers who were also transfixed with her beauty and poise; they were all mesmerized and focused as I had feared I would become . 

I carried a small mirror which by turning my head and holding the mirror just so I could look at her true image. What I beheld in the mirror was a true demon goddess that was known by my people to suck the souls and life out of those whom she merely touched.

I could not risk making a move against her for I would have been torn apart by all the adoring onlookers of her dance if I were not successful.

I waited while she started moving from table to table as she caressed a patrons cheek, hand, or brushed an outstretched arm. Within seconds they would slump over and stop breathing but no one else seemed to notice as all eyes were fixed on her body, eyes, and face.

I waited while avoiding direct eye contact with her and her beautiful body movements.

Finally she was the next table over and as she turned her back I ran my Rune Dagger into the side of her neck all the way to the hilt. There was no scream from her throat for it was full of the Rune Dagger as she collapsed upon the floor. Her true form was revealed even before she hit the floor for only the briefest moment. Whatever you might call this thing then turned into a greyish smoke before disappearing totally.

I retrieved my Rune Dagger and noticed there were only five of us left alive in the entire bar and restaurant; one of the living was the owner bartender. 
 
His eyes were the size of a serving plate as he said to me, "Mister, for the rest of my life you will always have something to eat and drink at my house or business. Thank you".

"I just wish I could have acted sooner," was my reply.

It has been my experience that if the demon is killed quickly enough the souls she has taken can find their way back into their once living bodies. It was starting to look like this time would be no different as I began to see signs of life in those who only moments before had been totally dead.

I left the Good Inn with a bag full of coins and many well wishes for my continued journey.

If this keeps up I will not have to buy food within a 500 mile radius ! 

As I age I should start watching my weight for the food is good and the drinks are always satisfying after a proper day of devil slaying..

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  Other Truths,,, for you
Posted by: guohua - 10-13-2018, 04:19 AM - Forum: JFK, the Moon and the Truth out There - Replies (8)

I think this is very interesting.
Darks Secrets, being revealed or are they!?


 



Do YOU believe these videos?


 You want More?


 
Anyone ever heard of the Cone of Power?


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  Union Rules
Posted by: 727Sky - 10-13-2018, 03:25 AM - Forum: Humor, Jokes & Pranks - Replies (3)

Quote:
Quote:What Unions can do for you ...

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Union Rules & Hookers...
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A dedicated Teamsters union worker was attending a convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels. When he got to the first one, he asked the Madam, "Is this a union house?"

"No," she replied, "I'm sorry it isn't."

"Well, if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?"

"The house gets $80 and the girls get $20," she answered

Offended at such unfair dealings, the union man stomped off down the street in search of a  more equitable, hopefully unionized shop. His search continued until finally he reached a brothel where the Madam responded, "Why yes sir, this is a union house.

We observe all union rules."

The man asked, "And if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?" "The girls get $80 and the house gets $20."

"That's more like it!" the union man said.

He handed the Madam $100, looked around the room, and pointed to a stunningly attractive blonde.

 
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"I'd like her," he said.


"I'm sure you would, sir," said the Madam. Then she gestured to a 92-year old woman in the corner, "but Ethel here has 67 years seniority and according to union rules, she's next."
 
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  I'm Fine !
Posted by: 727Sky - 10-13-2018, 03:22 AM - Forum: Humor, Jokes & Pranks - No Replies

Quote:A farmer named Paddy had a car accident. He was hit by a truck owned by the Eversweet Company.
In court, the Eversweet Company's hot-shot solicitor was questioning Paddy.

'Didn't you say to the police at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine?'
 asked the solicitor.
Paddy responded: 'Well, I'll tell you what happened. I'd just loaded my fav'rit cow, Bessie, into da... ' 

'I didn't ask for any details',
 the solicitor interrupted. 'Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine!'?' 

Paddy said, 'Well, I'd just got Bessie into da trailer and I was drivin' down da road.... '

The solicitor interrupted again and said, ‘Your Honour, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the police on the scene that he was fine. Now several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question. ' 

By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Paddy's answer and said to the solicitor: 'I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favourite cow, Bessie'.
Paddy thanked the Judge and proceeded. ‘Well as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my fav'rit cow, into de trailer and was drivin' her down de road when this huge Eversweet truck and trailer came tundering tru a stop sign and hit me trailer right in da side. I was trown into one ditch and Bessie was trown into da udder. By Jaysus I was hurt, very bad like, and didn't want to move. However, I could hear old Bessie moanin' and groanin'. I knew she was in terrible pain just by her groans. 

Shortly after da accident, a policeman on a motorbike turned up. He could hear Bessie moanin' and groanin' too, so he went over to her. After he looked at her, and saw her condition, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes.

Den da policeman came across de road, gun still in hand, looked at me, and said, 'How are you feelin'?'
 

'Now wot da f would you say?' 

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