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Oh SNAP!! Love's Divine |
Refried beans at 40 paces!
LOL -BOS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CLOVIS, N.M. - A call about a possible weapon at a middle school prompted police to put armed officers on rooftops, close nearby streets and lock down the school. All over a giant burrito. Someone called authorities Thursday after seeing a boy carrying something long and wrapped into Marshall Junior High. The drama ended two hours later when the suspicious item was identified as a 30-inch burrito filled with steak, guacamole, lettuce, salsa and jalapenos and wrapped inside tin foil and a white T-shirt. "I didn't know whether to laugh or cry," school Principal Diana Russell said. State police, Clovis police and the Curry County Sheriff's Department arrived at the school shortly after 8:30 a.m. They searched the premises and determined there was no immediate danger. In the meantime, more than 30 parents, alerted by a radio report, descended on the school. Visibly shaken, they gathered around in a semi-circle, straining their necks, awaiting news. "There needs to be security before the kids walk through the door," said Heather Black, whose son attends the school. After the lockdown was lifted but before the burrito was identified as the culprit, parents pulled 75 students out of school, Russell said. Russell said the mystery was solved after she brought everyone in the school together in the auditorium to explain what was going on. "The kid was sitting there as I'm describing this (report of a student with a suspicious package) and he's thinking, 'Oh, my gosh, they're talking about my burrito.'" Afterward, eighth-grader Michael Morrissey approached her. "He said, 'I think I'm the person they saw,'" Russell said. The burrito was part of Morrissey's extra-credit assignment to create commercial advertising for a product. "We had to make up a product and it could have been anything. I made up a restaurant that specialized in oddly large burritos," Morrissey said. After students heard the description of what police were looking for, he and his friends began to make the connection. He then took the burrito to the office. "The police saw it and everyone just started laughing. It was a laughter of relief," Morrissey said. "Oh, and I have a new nickname now. It's Burrito Boy." ---------------------------- "don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining" |
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Old man Honeycutt walked from Pyatt to his home 2 miles away. He was crossin' Crooked Creek, when his wife heard him callin' "Sissy, come and get me...I'm somewhere over the moon" (the moon was shining on the water). Future Love Paradise |
Well eating a burrito that big will give you enough built up methane to use as a blow torch!!! All you need is a match...although some people's gastric disturbances are enough to do the job...jeez, all they had to do was use a hand wand to know that it was'nt a gun...lol...sounds like somebody jumped the gun! Love, Janet
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Loneliest Star |
......a weapon of gas destruction.......
**groan** "Anyone can feel ~~ Heavenly" |
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Old man Honeycutt walked from Pyatt to his home 2 miles away. He was crossin' Crooked Creek, when his wife heard him callin' "Sissy, come and get me...I'm somewhere over the moon" (the moon was shining on the water). Future Love Paradise |
OOW, Sara I loved your punny
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Kiss From A Rose |
Um... Clovis is not too far from here...
I told ya... it's the 'wild wild west'... beans an' all! LOL! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after." |
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Heavenly |
It was not a moment of enjoyment truly. Many things being tainted with a sub agenda one that exudes the purpose for those whose ideas dwell in conspirituous modes.
The idea of protection happens much like this. The swat team converges - the threat is heightened. Danger to children is the plea. The incident is taken seriously and in many [to come parent meetings] it is later decided to have security devices installed. More security agents in place and a swat team at the ready. Eventually, the more affluent who can move will. Those who cannot have to stay and be taught under the banner of education which promotes a freedom through encarceration [where schools become semi-jails] waiting to institutionalize youing children to a systematic practice of falsehood and good enough education that lacks both inspiration and understanding. Jones vs. the Board of education very little has changed. Instead of the national guard attending to the education of individual citizens the practice becomes far more prevailing when it is more coercing and adminsitratively restraining. Go to a college wnd learn for one quarter under the rule and thumb of being subjected to the constant accusation of commiting a crime. Your defenses riddled with self depreciation and loathsome thoughts. How then can you make doctors? or lawyers or such. Many crimes occur on campuses do they not. Then, why must the young children be treated with such ominous disregard. If the issue is for those of color then it becomes multiply painful as being educated has been kept away from many people for many years. And if that is the case then, getting an education comes at a cost of tax money contributing to the pay for swat, security, hazardous conditions for staff and so forth. If you ask me laughing at this picture of swat attacking a borrito is lame. One of the things I have learned is that you do not give into the thought of terrorism. You do not give into the mysticism of being overrun and handing off your authority to equate the importance to a lesser offender. YOu don't call the FBI for a street punk. YOU don't call the president cause a dog took a crap in your neighbors yard. This has, forced learning and instituionalization written all over it. I feel sorry for the students that will move from the school but, not as sorry as I feel for the students who will stay.! G. Today, is not yesterday. |
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Old man Honeycutt walked from Pyatt to his home 2 miles away. He was crossin' Crooked Creek, when his wife heard him callin' "Sissy, come and get me...I'm somewhere over the moon" (the moon was shining on the water). Future Love Paradise |
Hi Gareth, It is my nature to look at the lighter, funnier, side of an issue first, but I do agree that it is sad for the students at the mentioned school. It is a shame that education has been reduced to a sort of prison atmoshere where students are made to go through metal detectors and other security...but... it is also to save lives. The issue is deeper than just the "prison issue". The fact is that children are killing children. We are letting our youth down by not recognizing the deep hurts that they have. Maybe a counciling class for all would help so kids could vent their anger and problems in a passive way. Also, we need to build self esteem in children so they know what their worth is, and also help them to have compassion for others. I saw some of the pages on Columbine. It made me literally sick. Although I made a laugh out of the burrito, the situation could have turned out more serious. And as for Swat Teams? I personally know a member and I am proud of what he does...but I worry for his safety alot, because of what he faces everyday. Love, Janet
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Oh SNAP!! Love's Divine |
Gareth, I agree with you on many points. However, the fact remains;
They damn near closed the school over a burrito...its what our world has become. I call it the skittish lamb syndrome. Its not just one school but ALL schools, public and private. That makes me laugh and roll my eyes ...sarcastically but laugh nontheless. -BOS ---------------------------- "don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining" |
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Prayer For The Dying |
it is my opinion that, depending upon the age of the very large burrito, it could have been used to beat children to a bloody pulp... so they mobilize state police, local police and sheriff's departments- meanwhile, as chicken little lets the radio station know so they can rally all the parents into the parking lot in a semi-circle singing 'cumbaya'-- cars are being hi-jacked, banks are being heisted, packages and luggage are being left in public places, and i'm pretty certain a little old lady somewhere ran a stop sign and could have injured some law abiding citizen that doesn't eat burritos...
i agree on every point with the exception that laughter at the idea is lame... i'd yank my kid out so fast it would make heads spin, if only because busy-bodies with nothing better to do are wasting my tax dollars- two and a half hours to figure it out when a friendly 'hey, watcha got there?' could have prevented a national news making incident in less time. parents are now crying 'there needs to be security at the doors'- vote down a higher pay scale for teachers! but spend as much as it takes to treat the educational establishment like you're walking into a court house or airport? a week and a day ago the teachers of BR parish went on $trike- and it wasn't because they didn't feel $afe at $chool!! if folks continue to 'overreact' and cry wolf to non-life-threatening situations, eventually our wonderful public servants won't react in very serious situations... quite frankly, i'm wondering who the hell was screaming 'i saw a weapon of mass destruction'!! so now they haven't found a burrito of mass destruction- the new agenda will be to 'liberate' the children of marshall junior high- set up new law, and keep those unruly ones under tight wraps (oh, pun intended)... how life begins to parallel the soap opera shown on tv! i gotta take the same position... roll my eyes and laugh at the waves of fear the media has pumped into the minds of the public! ever wonder how we've reached the point that a young child entering a school with a 'package' is considered a threat to the wellbeing and safety of other children? friggin' media hype sensationalizing and repeating all this negative information- so much so that people are begging to give away our personal freedoms and live in a militarized police state- and they'll be the same ones whining and griping about it later... not saying it's our american right to tote a gun or burrito into an educational facility (although gun recognition courses might be in order in that town)... but i've got a new painting planned... a nice rifle, with the word GUN underneath... and a big ol' fat burrito... with the word GUN underneath (slightly obscured so it's scary as hell!!) ~k |
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Old man Honeycutt walked from Pyatt to his home 2 miles away. He was crossin' Crooked Creek, when his wife heard him callin' "Sissy, come and get me...I'm somewhere over the moon" (the moon was shining on the water). Future Love Paradise |
"The Burritonator"..."I'll be gassed" Sorry couldn't help it
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Prayer For The Dying |
i laugh now...
but i see where this is going... a waiting period and background check at taco bell!! our days of concealing a fully loaded burrito without a permit are over! ~k |
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Kiss From A Rose |
Nice to see someone else who's awake! However, I laugh at all of it, because I do "see" all the sub plots/agendas/etc.... And, for me, it gets even funnier when I remember that NO ONE has any "authority" or "control"...not really... Oh surrre, they'll try to make you believe they do, but they don't. Yep! Everyone is running around, going no-where (or now-here) fast! Now THAT'S funny! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after." |
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Old man Honeycutt walked from Pyatt to his home 2 miles away. He was crossin' Crooked Creek, when his wife heard him callin' "Sissy, come and get me...I'm somewhere over the moon" (the moon was shining on the water). Future Love Paradise |
Can you imagine?: Drive by burrito...what a mess...vrooooom...uuuuurk...squish...squirt...Yuk! Now that would be a food terrorist
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Future Love Paradise |
what a polite way of saying FART i will have to use that in future conversations it is so funny .janet you crease me i love your sense of humour . luv sue xx |
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Future Love Paradise |
opps dang buritto! This thread is stinking to high heaven with all this gibber gabber! Only in America! Too Funny Kim and yáll!
Peace and Love Rita Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away. |
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Old man Honeycutt walked from Pyatt to his home 2 miles away. He was crossin' Crooked Creek, when his wife heard him callin' "Sissy, come and get me...I'm somewhere over the moon" (the moon was shining on the water). Future Love Paradise |
Thanks Sue, actually my favorite wordy dird is "Crap"... don't tell...but usually I have a brain fart when I say it...hahahaha, Janet |
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Heavenly |
As a people I am just concerned that our educators are teaching mediocracy, while procrastinating behind red tape to plan a carriculum of failure. being young is hard enough having the raging hormones going through you getting pimples and learning about oneself is not the easiest thing to understand. Then to be personally assaulted by the large disturbance ( not necessarily gastric) of Police the threat of danger the whole thing is enough to get the whole neighborhhod talking along with other areas etc.
I have family that are educators and have graduated as educators. Many are family or friends of police force members and I am a veteran of the military. Most of us do what we are told. If that if that means marching upon school with weapons loaded so be it. Our duties are usually cut and dry. I do not suport the action of marching swat or making it obvious show of uniformed clad members of our protection agencies local or federal. I am just saying that a format should be followed. POne that says that if there is a gunman in school don't go blaring the lights and siren. Don't have the parking lot near the school packed and having people waving and pointing to the school if there is something wrong. Too many people have cell phones how many people actually left the school when this disaster struck. In a real situation the would-be gunman would probably do the same (leave). The children are assembled in an auditorioum (appears to have followed instructions and even brought along the dangerous item along with them. Seems the entrance way in and out were not controlled ares even with swat present. Nor was the person diverted away from other kids ( if it had beena bomb I would not be happy knowing that a bombman/gunman was in a history class of 6 to enter an auditorium of 450, at the request of police.. and then go BOOM!). As I said previously a school being filled with educators or guardians are supposed to be able to confront the children. If you are with someon's child for 8 hours a day and do not feel that you are able to communicate as simply as to ask - " what do you have in the bag". then perhaps the educators are not ready for the adult role of guardian and are only there to be the institution for which swat training is so necessary. You turn our junk human beings well, then. It is best swat get started on getting better. there will really be a use for them when these children are all grown up. In my life I have seen privilaged people become drug dealers and bank robbers. I have had the opportunity to grow up against the back-drop of a diversified community to watch the who had nothing fight to have something even if all that was left wqas digninty [it was theirs cause they earned it]. I have watched young women become professional women who lay down for pleasure and pay! I have seen the smaller ones become dominant because they could pull the trigger and live to tell. Classroom of second graders who were read a story like Tom Sawyer on e sunny day and suddenly almost none of the darker children want to play any further. whereas, the lighter complected kids are not even dismayed slightly and continue to play. Perhaps it is me. intergration for education has not changed you still need an army and armed guards. For many inner city youth children who are being taught by provincial suburbanites who project their fear into classrooms they do not look upon the children and say that perons reminds me of the person I had a crush on in school. Or do the look like the cute kid they used to babysit for. Perhaps they don't even look like theair father nephew when they were growing up. Or like the children with whom they spent that one summer at camp. Therefore they are alien and incapable of being reached by compassion. to have compassion true compassion, one must first have begun to appreciate or in a sense [ as Dr. Lecter says, "covet the things we see".] millions of people starving and dying in the world of aids, disease, cancer, plague, murder, and other things. Honestly, I wake up feeling o.k.. Somewhere a teacher goes to work and [with or without compassion] begins to educate not of a lessonplan but of a doctrine one that says, the wretched refuge and the downtrodden are to be assimilated into the colonial system as a punishment of intergration and will be forever educated by their captors/conquerors/enemy. G. Today, is not yesterday. |
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Prayer For The Dying |
RIGHT ON GARETH! that and yeah... the 'what ifs' in this situation really bring into question whether their methods or actions averted, or would have served to increase the danger/damage had it been an actual gun/bomb/reeeaaally greasy burrito.... children are watching adults and authority figures as they mature and forge for themselves their own identities, values, morals, and beliefs ... when the adults aren't making very intelligent decisions, it's hard to believe that these children will grow up making any... ~k |
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Heavenly |
Karts -
That is the danger here you are on point. Again I say the swat team is necessity out of convenience. Many people define thieir jobs duties and qualifications from standing in a role and completing a task. Others stand in a role divert doing the task in accordance with subsection c pearagraph one, which precludes state regulation I-X, and Supreme Court mandate 6 which specifically states no derivision is propable, assumable and is therefore prohibited. By the time anyone gets around to teaching the children anything "they are in college and paying for it". The dumbest college graduates possible. This attack was upon the womb, swat standing at the cradle. This sttack was upon the seed of man who gave away something who now controls nothing and is a visitor to his own house. This attack was deffered into the hands of incapable beings until the actual blame and responsibility could take form to be sloughed off once again until an assumable identity could be taken through a more educated and a practiced identity. Teachers teaching children imagine the concept. Now they have to be raised by the more educated. It seems being a teacher procedurally, are no match for the children of today. The children have to be uneducated and retaught by the ones who taught the teachers to be ineffectual yet degree clad. Teachers teaching Imagine that the crime being instilling: self-identity, self-respect or values of hope. Hope being a banned concept in schools (vacations camps) Faith, Hope and love. The greatest of these being love. Say these three words again and review what you have come to know about education processes and see in your own hearts what is missing. I have one word. G. Today, is not yesterday. |
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Love's Divine |
My son is almost 17...last year as his school took their School Year-End pictures of the complete school body in the gym, my son wanted to stand with his friends. But the principle told him that he had to stand right next to him instead of being with his friends. My son tried to argue that he'd rather stand with his friends because this is a picture that matters to him and it will be forever a memory. The principle would not hear of it and made my son stand with him instead of being with his friends. My son was very frustrated and made a comment to his best buddie that he hopes this freaking school burns down. The princilple overheard it and youguys can propably guees what happened next. I got called into school...we went through quite a view interview processes and so on and so on...but nobody...nobody could relate on how frustrating my son had felt in the first place and even after trying to see to it that the principle understands why he felt the way he felt...they still did not get it. They are quick on jumping on these teenagers (somehow there is a part of me who can understand why), but at times, they are truly over-reacting and they are also not trying to be on the same level as these schoolkids to relate on what they have to deal with. |
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