www.bsbafflesbrains.com

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Hello and welcome.

My name is Bob and I would like, at this time to say a few words about this web site and, or more specifically about its name. Bafflesbrains is of course my name and, I am not ashamed to say, a source of personal ridicule for me my entire life. Why personal ridicule you ask? Well, and by way of example, think you now only and with profound sympathy, of that man called Thomas, yes the Thomas whose name was also Crapper, Thomas Crapper. Could there be a greater misfortune?

Need I say more.

For those not privy of my acquaintance I state here my given names to be Bob (Robert) S. (Stewart) Bafflesbrains. It is I think a good name and in fact the name of Bafflesbrains is as ancient as it is respected. Historically its origins reside in the County of Essex in the United Kingdom around and about the area of the city of Braintree, hence, “brain”. Where baffles fits in no one is quite sure.

Of course there are those members of my family who believe that our ancestors were incredible people whose intelligence baffled the simple inhabitants of medieval Braintree, in all modesty one can never know. Suffice to say that the name Bafflesbrains is a name of which I am justifiably proud. 

However, and in regards to the source of my ridicule, that my parents could in their wisdom bestow upon their only son two such forenames with their corresponding first two initials was to say the least, unfortunate.

In their defense it must be said that the two people, my namesakes, after whom I was named were very dear indeed to the old Mater and Pater. In light of this and out of respect for my darling sires I can say nothing more than possibly, God rest their misguided souls. And that is enough said because surely we all have our crosses to bear.

I do hope that this matter has now been sufficiently cleared up and that the incessant stream of jokes that I have had to live with every day of my long life will end.

Thank you.

A political leader stands down / Smoking viewed as a metaphor:

Dangerous practice or the preferences of a changing demographic.

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The connection of the two being; does the end justify the means.

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Proclaiming the existence of WMD’s is now considered to be an outright lie. Does the end justify those means? How much is that concept being injected into the workings of society itself and, more importantly, into the everyday lives of the individuals of that society?

An age old question but now seemingly more apparent and intrusive due to the influence of a system of communication that has a sometimes overwhelming influence on the many but is controlled by the few.

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“In a land of sheep be wary of the shepherd for that shepherd has then the means to define the wolf” - Robert Baflesbrains 

Today’s Humour:

Bush has a heart attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.

“I don’t know what to do here” says the Devil. “You are on my list,

but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so

I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’ve got a couple of folks here

who weren’t quite as bad as you. I’ll let one of them go, but you

have to take their place. I’ll even let YOU decide who leaves.”

George thought that sounded pretty good, so the Devil opened the

door to the first room. In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water.

He kept diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and

over, and over he dived in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.

“No” George said. “I don’t think so. I’m not a good swimmer, and I

don’t think I could do that forever.”

The devil led him to the door of the next room. In it was Al Gore

with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing

that hammer, time after time after time.

“No, I’ve got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant

agony if all I could do was break rocks all day,” commented George.

The devil opened a third door. Through it, Bush saw Bill Clinton,

lying on the floor with his arms tied over his head, and his legs

restrained in a spread-eagle pose.

Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.

George looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said smiling,

“Yeah, I can handle this.”

>The devil smiled back and said . . . (this is priceless)

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OK, Monica, you’re free to go”

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