Swiss Consider Legalizing Incest - A Horribly Insane Idea

Although The Swiss parliament has drafted a law that would allow parents to have sex with their children or siblings to have sex with each other, and despite what the lawyer for David Epstein the Columbia University professor accused of having an incestuous relationship with his adult daughter, thinks, that legalizing incest is not a bad idea.  I trust that the United States will never fall pry to something as repulsive as this, but will instead continue to know that legalizing incest is a horribly insane idea.


This is freaking insane! In what world of morality is it ever okay to have sex with your sibling let alone your own children? I agree with the conservative lawmakers who've labeled it "completely repugnant." 

As for the Columbia professor's lawyer thinking it not a bad idea, he's only saying that because,  his client, David Epstein, a Columbia University professor is having an incestuous relationship with his own daughter.   And for him to compare it to a homosexual relationship by saying: "It's OK for homosexuals to do whatever they want in their own home," as he tells ABC News. "How is this so different? We have to figure out why some behavior is tolerated and some is not."  Is about as lii as the disgusting situation itself. 

The protection for children will be lost forever, if crimes such as this continue to be legalized. 
For more on this story, go to: Newser.com 

Fried Hotdogs Without Trying

I recently discovered how to make fried hotdogs for my Grandson’s lunch without trying.  Don’t click away, you may find my method quite interesting, or at least worth making note of.

First, ingredient in this equation is an eleven-year-old Grandson who needs a quick lunch. It has to be quick and portable, because he’s engrossed in both a computer and a television program.  Therefore, he can’t be expected to tear himself away for more than 5 – 10 minutes tops, portable because he’s not going to actually physically move to the dining table to eat said lunch.

Next, take a couple of hotdogs, three in this case.  Throw them into the pot (hope you’re paying attention) with some water, turn burner on and go back to what you were doing.  In my particular situation I was multi-tasking: I threw a load of towels in the washer and more importantly, I went back to the room where I was working on two articles as well as a review and had no less than six windows open on my trusty laptop.  Did I mention, in addition to the six windows Facebook was also active, needed to import my blog’s rss feed, for one of the articles I was working on.  

If you were paying attention to the aforementioned information, you would know, I failed to mention turning on the timer to ensure I didn’t get immersed in what I was doing and forget about the hotdogs.  Well, I can assure you I did not bother to turn on the timer; I got immersed in the review I was writing, researched some information on the Internet, and periodically made notes on an article I was writing.

And that’s how I made fried hotdogs without trying.  If you still don’t get it….

By the time I smelled the stench, it was too late and I realized the hotdogs may have been left on longer than should be.  Again, if you were paying attention and clearly I was not, you would realize I only meant to boil the hotdogs, which is why I put them in a pot of water.  Instead, I fried those hotdogs to a crispy black inedible mess.  They became garbage disposal bait – the stainless steel pot that was now coated in black crud I left soaking till I’d be able to put the SOS pad to it and restore it back to its shine.

Where was the eleven-year-old Grandson, you ask?  Right out there still engrossed in both his computer and television programs.   The timer was the first thing I turned on before I even thought about turning on the burner for the replacement hotdogs I had to boil.