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All you have to do is decide which one you want!

The truly educated adult male is that rare person who can divide world from illusion. - Writer Unknown

Reality television Shows.

Are they world or just entertainment? Are they good for society? Bash world shows heighten culture? Are they a waste material of time?

Let's clear up one thing first. Look up world in the dictionary. It says, "Reality is the quality or state of being existent or true."

Now believe about the last time you had your image taken or were
video-taped. You knew the photographic cameras were on and you acted just like you always do, didn't you?

Right!

You didn't abrasion your rear or pick your nose. You smiled. You became person other than your existent self. I know, I know, sometimes you desire to abrasion more than and pick more because you desire to be gross or funny.

Bottom line is, you acted as you thought you were supposed to act. Bash you still believe any state of affairs shown on a world television show is authentic? I vote NO!

Now look up amusement and you'll larn that, "Entertainment is something that amuses, pleases, or diverts."

For most of us, this is why we watch a world television show. We acquire to see people acting like people. We express joy when they make stupid things. We shout with them when something bad happens. We agitate our caputs when they move like fools. World television diverts our attending from our ain lives and the things that go on around us. That tin be either good or bad. Sometimes it's approve to get away from the problems, fears, and pressures of life… for a while.

So in that sense, World television is good for society as long as we
retrieve it's just a computer simulation of reality. A piece of life portrayed by people acting as they are expected to act. Sequences and scenes are selected by producers, directors, and editors to make the world defined by the show's premise. The existent world is, it's an amusement show that is designed to present a certain audience to a certain advertiser. You acquire amusement – they acquire possible customers.

Can a world television show heighten our culture?

I believe it can. If we watch the fictional characters of the assorted world shows closely we can larn more than about ourselves and our society. We acquire to see the full scope of human interactions and emotions. Greed, lust, love, selfishness, courage, fear, and more, it's all there. We can detect the things we value. We acquire to see people relating to people. We can larn what do human relationships stronger, and what crying people apart.

When we remain more than than semi-conscious as we watch a world television or any television show for that matter, we might larn something. Even if it's only that people make dense things. Watch with your consciousness intact. World television shows are only computer simulations of life. Just maintain telling yourself, "It's not real, it's not real..."..

Now if you utilize a world show or any television show to get away from your life and it's issues, then it is a waste material of time. Stop life in and through someone's writhed and contorted created reality. Your solutions are in you not that plastic and glass box.

So those are my ideas on the inquiries asked earlier. Here's one concluding suggestion I offer to you.

Turn off the TV. Get out there and experience the world show called "Your Life." You will be amazed at how interesting and entertaining it can be.

I have been gambling in Wisconsin since I was 16 years old! I snuck in for two years straight. After legally gambling at the age of 18 for a few months they moved the age limit up to 21. So I was forced to sneak in for a few more years. I only played blackjack. I hate slots and it would be my luck to hit a jackpot and not be able to claim it because I was under age. So, since the age of 16 I have played at nearly every casino in Wisconsin. I am a diehard gambler and many times when I was just 16 I would drive 2 hrs to Ho Chunk casino. All the time at risk of not getting in as I was only 16!

So lets start with my favorite and move down.

1. Oneida Bingo and Casino in Greenbay WI.

Oneida is like Las Vegas in Wisconsin. Well not quite, but they do have nearly all the games Vegas offers. Blackjack, Craps, Let it Ride, Roulette, Caribbean Stud, Bingo, POKER! And a sports book. Poker and the Sports book are just down the road at their Mason St casino and you can take a shuttle back and forth. Oneida is one of the only casinos in Wisconsin to offer all of these games.

2. Potowotomi Bingo and Casino

The “Pot” has Blackjack and Craps, Let it Ride, Roulette and POKER. They are however always packed. Located near downtown Milwaukee and being a newer casino they are always busy. It can be difficult to get on a table. They do have a nice little poker room. They also have some great food at the “Firepit” sporstbar and grill.

3. HoChunk Bingo and Casino in Wisconsin Dells

“The Chunk” was great for a while. At one time they had the first poker room in Wisconsin. And they had a variety of games for a while. When it came time to pay Uncle Sam they decided it wasn’t worth it. So they lost the poker room and variety of table games. Now they just have Blackjack, Slots and Bingo. It is a great casino to visit when vacationing in the Dells, but if driving from Milwaukee I would choose the 2-hour drive to Oneida over “The Chunk”.

Enjoy

My name is Luksi Humma, I am Choctaw or, Chahta, our name in reality. I am a detergent builder of people and log cabins. Although, I dwell in our present time, I speak to many people who come up to Historic Prophetstown, in Battle Ground, Indiana, about the manner the Old Ones lived, and died.

Misconceptions, are a portion of most Americans ideal in sees to Native American People. It is my occupation to inform the uninformed, about the Love, Respect, Honor, and Dignity the American Indians had for their Families, Lives and the Land.

How did the People dwell along the Wabash? They lived well, commerce continued to flux throughout the part as our People
moved forward into an age that would eventually get down them up, swirling them into the Great Thaw Pot of these United States. This movement inexorably changed the Way of our People, both, in their idea processess, and in their Hearts.

The Europeans who lived with the Indian People would change significantly, day-to-day movements, personal contacts, language, life styles and much more. Pressures of being humans, finding a much easier manner to cook, kill, stay warm, communicate,
traveling and live, ate away at the Traditions of 10 thousand generations.

Robust in their spirits, Native People adapted rapidly, and establish value in their trapping of Beaver, and other furbearing animals. Trading these hides, for lasting goods, gave the Indian People an chance to dwell more than comfortably, amidst the French, English, and some Americans, who became their trading spouses in this region, for many years.

Log Cabins were abundant in the Village of Kethtipikanuck, about 120 log constructions as some authors saw it. Shingle roof herpes zoster adorned the cabins, of those lucky folks who knew how to, and, had the adult male powerfulness to construct these beastly structures. Forged from the wilderness, these people were powerful and grim in their volition to do life come up forth, from a forboding entity, that the wilderness posed. This was, after all, the Northwestern United States Territories. The end of the continent for most people who struck out on their own.

This wonderous small town had many Wigwams, fume filling the air on the flats at the oral cavity of that river. Trade points coming in, and leaving, in boats of every description, dugouts, birchbark, heavy river tugs. One should seek to conceive of this commerce, it is pleasing to see it in the mind.

Eleven old age of good life came to an end, as the wood of their cabins and wigwams lost their conflict with the melting pot of fire, which the American Army brought with them, to eliminate their manner of life forever.

This is but the beginning of their story, I will compose more than of this facinating historical drama, played out on the Banks of the Wabash. Prophetstown, looming in the hereafter expects the revealing of its story in another time, but now I am tired and must rest.

Luksi Humma courier of the People.

It was the Fall of 1811. The once fulgurant colours of the prairie,now began the rhythm of becoming nutriment for adjacent old age growth. Fading into the earth, ashes from ashes, dust to dust. The mulct warriors of the many forests, plains, prairies around the country, had come up to Prophetstown, to support their lands. Their hearts, yearning for place and family, their minds, knowing that defence here, might, safeguard their lands back home.

Harrison's military personnel moved towards Prophetstown, knowing, eyes watched their every footfall. They had come up from Terre Haute, the border of a huge prairie, which reached Chicago, uninterrupted by forest.

Brilliant colors, soft greenness stems, during the summer, now brown, only disciplined work force could persevere their resistance. Duty drove them on, one ft in presence of another, for eternal miles. They too, longed for household and home. They fought for duty, not the safety of their households and lands.

Tension pervades the Buckeye State Valley along the Wabash. The sounds of the United States warfare machine moving rythmically through the brush, as it approached within five statute miles of Prophetstown, then stopped. The encompassing air, still, animate beings poised for speedy escape. All waiting, breathes drawn, for the first shot, that did not come.

As General Rex Harrison rode towards the small town for parlay. Tenskwatawa came out to ran into him. After talking sometime, Harrison, in an amazing move, make up one's minds not to attack. Instead he camps his military personnel across the marshland on high ground.

One can only inquire what the Prophet may have got said during that parlay with Harrison. History tells us, that, the Prophet tells Rex Harrison of no sick intent. I seek to recon with that and come up up blank. Rex Harrison could clearly see the small town was no peaceful river town. Rex Rex Rex Harrison also knew that Tecumtha was assemblage warriors to struggle Harrison for the lands of Native people near Garrison John Wayne and at Greenville (now in Ohio)

Since Harrison had publically stated he was going to postulate with the Prophetstown job once and for all. What could have got been the cause of delay? We may never cognize the reply to that question.

The Native people were to be told of the Prophet's dreaming the adjacent day. The Prophet told his warriors, that he dreamed they had gone to Harrison's camp, in the nighttime and assasinated him. All of his military personnel fled into the wood to escape. Their bullets would not perforate the shirts of the Native warriors.

Why would they believe such as foolishness. I detect some astonishing thoughts why this phantasy could be deemed truth, by the warriors. It looks that in those days, Gallic study squads roamed the Northern district around Prophetstown. There is at least on business relationship of the Prophet coming into contact with them.

It is very possible that the Prophet may have got got learned of an approaching astonomical event, which, may have been cognize to those surveyors. An overshadow was to take place, and the Prophet may indeed, used this event to rise his credibility amongst his warriors.

If this is true, there is good ground why those warriors might have got believed that bullets would not perforate their shirts. Despair can also be a factor as Harrison's military personnel far outnumbered the warriors at Prophetstown.

Nightfall came and the warriors prepared to carry through the dreaming of the Prophet. Arming themselves, they crossed the marshland with arms held high in the air as they moved through the inky darkness towards encampment of the enemy. Spreading out around the encampment and preparing to assail from all sides, a sentry, who was sleeping awoke. Seeing the forest filled with movement, he fired.

Part 4 approaching soon.

White invasion into Native traditional lands, caused widespread resentment, among the many tribes, occupying river small towns along the Wabash. Garrison Ouiatenon, stonghold of the British in 1795, lent support, to the Native people, who now struggled to maintain their land.

Settlers, are beginning to put claim, to put down so close, to these Wabash River river villages, that Native people get to bust their settlements, and booty their cabins and horses.

The phase is now set for the reaching of Tecumseh, warfare head of the Shawnee. Pushed from their lands, Tecumtha and his brother, the Prophet, Tenskwatawa, get in the upper Wabash River river area. Invited by the Potawatomie, the Shawnee blood brothers get building their warfare village.

Refered to by some, as Tippecanoe, others, as Prophetstown. This small town goes populated by many tribes. Miami, Kickapoo, Delaware, Fox, Mascouton, and others.

Word leaks out to General Rex Harrison about the missionary post of Tecumtha and his brother. Rex Harrison called for respective meetings with Tecumseh, wanting reassurance, about his intent. Tecumtha come ups to the meeting with boldness, and arrogance, uncharacteristic of most Native people.

Tecumseh denounces the chiefs, of the other tribes, who signed land away, with Harrison's, Treaty at Garrison Wayne. He defiantly endangers those chief's lives, branding them as traitors.

Tecumseh, had no territorial rights, to the countries signed away in the treaty, yet, he denounced those heads who would subscribe land away, which, belonged to all the people. Without the consent of all the People, Tecumtha would not acknowledge the treaty's validity.

With the backing of the Wyandot's warfare chiefs, Tecumseh's menaces became more than frightening. The Wyandot's were feared by all. Living on the southern shores of Lake Erie, they ruled the encompassing lands through fearfulness and intimidation.

Tecumseh, had respective meetings with General Harrison, through the old age of 1808-1811, and, most were tense, but, one in peculiar was near disaterous.

In August of 1810, while attending a meeting with Harrison, words pushed their limit, guns were drawn, blades were unsheathed, and a conflict came within secs of taking place. Rex Harrison avoided that conflict in Vincennes, by ordering his work force to set their arms down.

Between all this confrontation and bravado, warriors were filtering into Prophetstown. Tecumtha travelled near and far, directing his rhetoric into the common sense of Native people, with the adeptness of a surgeon. Appealing to their ain pending loss of land and life, they ralleyed around him, like magnets to iron.

Directing his troops, equally as well, Rex Harrison marshalled military personnel to a assemblage point in Terre Haute. They built, Garrison Rex Harrison in October 1811 and moved northeasterly, towards Prophtstown. Harrison, set on settling this Native job once and for all moved nervously along the Wabash. He cautiously avoided countries of entrapment, knowing that he was being watched by those who would kill him, and his troops.

Eight o’clock on a beautiful June morning time in southern Wisconsin. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. And I was on my manner to the stable where I boarded my two horses. Little did I cognize that in just a few proceedings I would go a “momma kitty.”

As I slid unfastened the barn door I saw the calico cat. The former eventide she had been plump with kittens, but now she was suspiciously thin, so Iodine knew she had given birth during the night.

“After Iodine provender the horses, you’ll have got to demo me where you hid your babies,” I said to her, scooping dry true cat nutrient into the dish.

The calico settled down for a bite and I began measuring out grain. There were six Equus caballuses pastured together with stalls in this barn. I was going to allow my Equus caballuses in, so I figured I might as well feed all of them.

As I walked to the other end of the barn so I could open up the door, the calico sat on the flooring near one of the stalls to watch the Equus caballuses come up in — just like she did most mornings.

One by one, the Equus caballuses clip-clopped to their stalls. I followed behind, shutting their doors. But before I could fold one door, the Equus caballus inside lunged at another who was just passing by. The female horse jumped sideways to avoid being bitten — and trodden the calico cat.

Almost before I could pull breath to scream, the calico true true cat was dead. I knelt beside her, stroking the soft fur. “Your kittens,” Iodine whispered. “What am I going to make about your kittens? Iodine don’t even cognize where they are.”

I had grown up on a dairy farm farm in West cardinal Wisconsin River with many barn cats. I knew true cats liked to maintain their kitties hidden until they’re old adequate to travel around. And I knew immature kitties depended upon their female parents for endurance until they were about eight hebdomads old.

I also knew the stable true cats usually made nests for their kitties in the haymow above me. But because it was summertime and new hay was being put option in the cut down every day, I didn’t cognize where to get to look for those kittens. The idea of orphaned kitties waiting for a female parent who would never go back brought crying to my eyes. How could I ever happen them? Unless. .

Every morning time for the past hebdomad when I allow the Equus caballuses inside, I had seen the calico true cat coming out of an fresh domestic dog doghouse near the end of the barn. Was it possible she'd made a nest in the domestic domestic dog house?

I went out to the kennel, peered into the dog house — and certain enough, there were the kittens. A black, a grey and a tabby, curled up together for warmth.

I got hold of the kittens. All three tantrum in the palm of my hand.

After putting the kitties in a box, I went to the stable business office so I could name my veterinary for advice. The twelvemonth before I had adopted four two-week old kitties who had been orphaned at this same stable (which takes me to believe stables are exceptionally unsafe places for female parent cats). But two-week old kitties were very different from the kitties I had just settled into a box. I wasn't certain the neonates had even had a opportunity to nurse their mother. And they were so incredibly, impossibly tiny.

Because it was a weekend, my regular veterinarian turned out not to be on phone call at the clinic. I really wanted to speak to him because he was so enlightened and helpful, but this was an exigency and I knew I couldn't wait until Monday morning. The on-call vet I reached, however, was not at all helpful. “Don’t even bother,” helium said. “They’ll never do it.”

When I hung up the phone, I had a hollow feeling in the cavity of my stomach. Don't bother? How could I not bother? I simply couldn't accept just sitting back and doing nothing. If I did everything I could and the kitties died, that would be one thing. But just leaving them to starve to death, their small organic structures growing weak and cold — especially after I had witnessed their mother's decease and felt, somehow, kind of responsible because I hadn't gotten that door close quickly adequate — no, I just couldn't make it. I knew if I didn't try, I would have got problem sleeping at nighttime for hebdomads to come. So, I searched the yellowish pages for another veterinary clinic.

The adjacent veterinarian I called was much more than optimistic about the situation. “Bring them into the office,” helium said. “We’ll weigh them and I’ll state you what you necessitate to do.”

The kitties only weighed three troy ounces each and at first, they consumed a one-half an eyedropper of transcribed milk replacer three times a day. The veterinarian told me their female parent would normally feed them every two hours but that I shouldn't seek eating them that often. "They won't be really hungry, and then you'll acquire frustrated and they’ll acquire frustrated. Feed them three times a day," he explained.

In a few years the kitties started to set on weight. At 10 years old they opened their eyes. At four hebdomads old they began to utilize a litter box. Not a regular one, but an aluminium pie plate that was just their size. .

All these old age later (12 to be exact!), I’m happy to state the kitties grew up to be healthy, lively cats. Two of them, a 7-pound black female, Nightshade, and a 13-pound brindled male, Sebastian, became as much a portion of the household as my other four cats. The grey kitty was adopted by a adult female who desperately wanted another cat. Her faithful comrade of many old age had died recently and when she heard about the orphaned kitties I was raising, well — she just knew she had to follow one of them. As far as I can tell, Nightshade and Sebastian are not suffering any jobs from being orphaned as newborns. Except, perhaps, for the fact that Sebastian goes uneasy when the pool nutrient dishes are empty. He'll come up to happen me, "talking," chirping and purring non-stop piece running a few feet ahead to take me to the dishes. All Iodine have got to make is set out a smattering of dry nutrient and he's satisfied. Most of the time he's not even hungry — just worried, I think, because the dishes are empty.

As for Nightshade, she have turned my six-foot-two-inch tall hubby from a adult male who swore he didn't like true cats into a individual who holds her, nestles her and tells her she have "itty-bitty kitty fitties (feet)" — which he will deny vehemently if anyone adverts it to him. "I make NOT," he says, drawing himself up to his full height, "talk to my true cat that way."

Although I now dwell 250 statute miles from the veterinary who told me "not to bother" I have got been tempted to direct him visualizes of Nightshade and Sebastian. They are living cogent evidence of what can go on when you disregard the advice of experts and follow your heart, adding just a small spot of "bother" and a whole batch of love.

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© LeAnn R. Ralph 2004

Meat is murder - I understand that - but what if it weren't murder? Would it be alright to eat it, then? The reason I was thinking of this was that I almost hit a couple of wild turkeys while driving to work today and it occurred to me that if I had hit them it wouldn't be murder at all and their meat would be free of the stigma of cruelty that taints most meat. And I should be able to eat themwith a clear conscience. (In Wisconsin if you hit wild animals you are allowed to keep the meat for yourself, so it also would have been total legal. I suppose you can't try to hit them and you have to stay on the road, but other than that it's okay).

That example was hypothetical, but I've got a real-life one that makes my point better. A co-worker of mine - a vegetarian - hit five deer at one time on the road, then donated the venison to a food shelf. Here you have a non-meat-eater providing un-murdered meat for charity.
It seems to me that in this case, eating those deer is almost virtuous.

This is fine so far, because basically I'm still talking about road-kill, tasty road-kill, but road-kill nonetheless. And most meat just isn't obtained in this way. But what if all the meat that was consumed in America came from animals that died from natural causes? Would anybody have any problems with that?

Here's how I think it would work for, say, beef. Instead of cattle farms you would have cattle communities. These 'cattle communities' would be set up so that they provided everything a cow would need to live a long fulfilling cow life. It would be a resort almost for them. They would receive the finest care available till they gently close their eyes at the end of their happy lives.

Then we eat them.