Actually, this is why I didn't feel bad. It was almost the same thing with Honda's van/SUV and I looked hard at Ford, too. PLus, I'm 5' 9" and I was really happy about a car where I wouldn't be bending over so much to put the baby seat in.

Joe and were laughing at a friend of ours back in Michigan. She was trashing another mutual friend for driving a "gas guzzling, environment ruining Explorer". I looked at her and said, "Doesn't your family drive a club wagon? THAT guzzles more gas and puts more crap in the air than that Explorer, yet I don't see you trashing your mother."

She shut up.

You can also get Ford Explorers and Dodge Caravans that have flexible fuel engines and can burn E85 instead of gasoline, if that's available in your area.

Actually, it's kind of funny. We have this big comfortable minivan, but when we're out and about in the city as a family we almost exclusively use our little Honda since it uses so much less gas.

how does the goat consent, you crazy people.

There was some initiating nibbling as I recall.

Emmett's entire home city is fairly corrupted with perverts and goths and whatnot.

Nutty, I think of Ethics as being the philosophy of determining right and wrong, and Morals being an individual's personal hierarchy of choices (or axis, as Betsy describes it) which or may not be philosophically sound, but represents how you make your choices.

Well, in South Florida, we have a lot of rich or exclusive private schools, and nearly all are corrupted. Be it Native American, High Society, High Intellectuals, Catholic, Jewish, or Gay

I don't know what this means.

I give up. It's like explaining humidity to a Roswell girl. Difficult and fustrating.

I think of morals as the private (which may be community determined--or part of a religious code) and ethics as public. There's an overlap, but there are also differences.

Almare, I can't speak for the rest of the Buffistas, but I don't know what you mean by corrupted, or what your initial point was. I don't know if you're being funny and I'm not following you, or if you're being earnest. In part, this is probably my fault, and partly, it's probably the fault of the medium, but also, you're an unknown quantity. I think that's why we're not getting you, because we have no information stored up about you in our brains, to help us.

It's like explaining humidity to a Roswell girl. Difficult and fustrating.

Not really. Humidity is like standing inside a sponge that has been microwaved in a bowl of dirty dishwater.

Done.

In South Florida, it's like the land that morals forgot.

Picture a land where children are raised from childhood to be Buffistas. A land where hookers and rap-gansters are idolized. A land where at the turn of winter, our tiny obscure world is filled with Canadians.

A land where, stereotypes are mocked, but the children become one with their stereotype.

A land where everyone as far as the eye can see, is what the government calls a minority. Where it's really really really cool to be gay or bisexual and the primary language is Spanish. Where Churches has to keep open minds because their clients are rather strange themselves. A land where the stranger you are, or the more stereotypical you are, the better a person you can be.

A land where in school, the cheerleaders and athletes are on the bottom of the social scale, and the best and most popular title is "Most Ghetto Lesbian"

A land where Ayn Rand is read universally and people can just as easily discuss Tupoc or the creative productions of a communist civillization.

A land where 19 out of 20 voted for Kerry.

A Golden Land, called South Florida.