Archive for January, 2009

Bush and Obama: Last Moments

Sunday, January 25th, 2009

Exclusive Inauguration Day dialogue between the 43rd and 44th President of the United States:

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Mesothelioma Law Suit

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009

Mesothelioma Law Suit Heading My Way

I woke up this morning and realized I got Mesothelioma. Not the real kind – which is a nasty kind of cancer which is caused by exposure to toxic chemicals but a kind that you can only pick-up in this age of fast money, internet, and crooked businesses.

You see, the kind of Mesothelioma Law Suit I have is purely psychological - but nevertheless, the symptomps are the same: shortness of breath, chestpain, amnesia, and straight out pain. As I said, its a kind of toxic chemical that I picked up that caused me to get it – the damned internet. Where else could you pick up such a evil desease while mindlessly wasting some time. 

Somehow I ended up reading about some Adsense optimizting tools that could generate me some more pocket change than the measly $3.65 I’ve picked up over the last year. I checked out the top keyword that collected the most cash for a single click – and guess what, it was Mesothelioma law suitfor a whopping $69! One click, and someone out there pockets 69 freaking bucks….CLICK,CLICK, CLICK, CLICK – oh wait, I can now buy myself a brand new laptop, thank you very much! And the worst of it, is that the unfortunate people with this kind of cancer are the ones who have the cover the cost of this advertising.

Mesothelioma Law Suit for everybody: Google, the Internet, and Advertising – I SHAME YOU ALL!

At first I wasn’t sure how to feel, but in fact, this is a feeling that every unsuccesful blogger feels at one point in his/her life. It’s the Mesothelioma  lawsuit syndrome. That feeling you get when you know that there’s some huge thing out there waiting to be got, something that is attainable by someone somewhere, but that someone will never be you..and it makes you sick to your stomach – out of either ethical reasons or just plain jealousy.