Dumb Questions?

OK, this is probably a dumb question, but if Canada wants to ship oil across the U.S, to a refinery in Texas, why not just use the money to build a refinery in Canada by the oil field? I know, you’re probably going to have answers to all of these, possibly simple questions, so let me try to anticipate the responses.

Texas is a port city from which the refined oil can be shipped around the world. Alright, then, why not, after building the refinery in Canada, build a pipeline to a port city in Canada?

This would cost more than just building the pipeline through the U.S. and besides, Canadians would probably try to stop the pipeline from damaging the Canadian wilderness and affecting Canadian farmers and others. OK, but how will this oil benefit the U.S. which is trying to move away from dirty fossil fuel by fracking every available shale surface in the country?

Well, that industry is undergoing its own fight against unsafe fracking and it would cost a lot of money to study the industry and then to make fracking safer.

Oh, I get it! It’s all about saving big multinational corporations money. Of course. I guess, when put against the increase in profits, these are all dumb questions.

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Winter Boots

(Anyone who has ever dressed a child will love this)

Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her
pupils put on his boots?

He asked for help and she could see why.

Even with her pulling, and him pushing, the little boots still didn’t want to go on.

By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat.

She almost cried when the little boy said,

‘Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.’

She looked, and sure enough, they were.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on.

She managed to keep her cool as, together, they worked to get the boots back on,
this time on the correct feet.

He then announced, ‘These aren’t my boots.’

She bit her tongue, rather than get right in his face and scream,
‘Why didn’t you say so?’ like she wanted to.

Once again, she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting
boots off his little feet.

No sooner had they got the boots off when he said,

‘They’re my brother’s boots. But my Mom made me wear ’em today.’

Now she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry.

But she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to
wrestle the boots BACK onto his feet again.

Helping him into his coat, she asked,

‘Now, where are your mittens?’

He said, ‘I stuffed ’em in the toes of my boots.’

She’ll be eligible for parole in three years.