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Moore things that make you go, "hmmmmmmmm"

You’ve seen them.

You’ve experienced them.

Those questions that stick in your head and pester you until you can’t sleep.

They’re not profound, life changing ideas, but stuff you just wonder about.

Like the old song says, they are the “things that make you go hmmmmm?”

Such as:



Why do young women wear shorts and sweats with the word “Pink” written across the rear? And why, when asked about the fact that having a word stretched across their butt does, in fact, draws attention to their butt, do they complain because you looked at their butt?



How come the Fox news channel claims to be “fair and balanced” when it’s not?



Why some churches will spend millions of dollars sending groups across the world when people starve in the shadow of their buildings?



Why my children can tell me the last 10 people that called our house, when they called, and what they wanted to talk about and their income level and voting record, but these same children can’t remember to take out the trash.



Why Americans love their animals more than their kids?



Why good people die young, but the evil and rotten seem to live forever?



Why politicians continue to shout on behalf of God, when the Almighty is perfectly capable of speaking for himself.



Why Oklahomans will get all mad because a politician didn’t pay his taxes on time, but won’t say a thing when people can’t get health care and children starve?



Why some politicians will tell you that 80 percent of Oklahomans are worried about illegal immigrants, but don’t tell you who these 80 pecent are, how they got their information and when the question was asked.



Why automobile companies try to sell $35,000 vehicles shaped like a cardboard box, then wonder why they don’t make any money?



Why whether or not Britney is wearing underwear and who Paris is dating are bigger news items than a record federal deficit and the war in Iraq.



Why a returning soldier is forced to fight, once again, just to learn what benefits that soldier is entitled to?



Why my wife and daughter will carry a purse the size of a medium sized piece of luggage filled with stuff, then complain about how heavy it is.



Why we don’t have any more heroes like Jackie Robinson.



Why more and more people watch television instead of reading, then whine and moan because they don’t know what’s going on.



Why my beagle will bark at the wind but sleep through a riot.



Why people don’t talk to their neighbors anymore.



Why documents such as the Constitution, the Magna Carta and the Bill of Rights are not required reading in schools anymore?



And finally, why beginning legislators make more money in Oklahoma than beginning school teachers.

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