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This was the funniest law suit I've ever hear while I was in law school.

Vokes v. Arthur Murray, Inc., Florida Court of Appeals, 1968 (212 So.2d 906)

Plaintiff Mrs. Audrey E. Vokes, a widow of 51 years and without family, had a yen to be "an accomplished dancer" with the hopes of finding "new interest in life." So, on February 10, 1961, a dubious fate, with the assist of a motivated acquaintance, procured her to attend a "dance party" at Davenport's School of Dancing" where she wiled away the pleasant hours, sometimes in a private room, absorbing his accomplished sales technique, during which her grace and poise were elaborated upon and her rosy future as "an excellent dancer" was painted for her in vivid and glowing colors.

As an incident to this interlude, he sold her eight 1/2-hour dance lessons to be utilized within one calendar month therefrom, for the sum of $14.50 cash in hand paid, obviously a baited "come-on."

Thus she embarked upon an almost endless pursuit of the terpsichorean art during which, over a period of less than sixteen months, she waas sold fourteen "dance courses" totalling in the aggregate 2.302 hours of dancing lessons for a total cash outlay of $31,09045, all at Davenport's dance emporium.

At one point she was sold 545 additional hours of dancing lessons to be entitled to the award of the "Bronze Medal" signifying that she had reached "the Bronze Standard," a supposed designation of dance achievement by students of Arthur Murray, Inc.

Later she was sold an additional 926 hours in order to gain the "Silver Medal," indicating she had reached "the Silver Standard," at a cost of $12,501.35.

At one point, while she still had to her credit about 900 unused hours of instructions, she was induced to purchase an additional 24 hours of lessons to participate in a trip to Miami at her own expense, where she would be "given the opportunity to dance with members of the Miami Studio."

She was induced at another point to purchase an additional 126 hours of lessons in order to be not only eligible for the Miami trip but also to become "a life member of the Arthur Murray Studio," carrying with it certain dubious emoluments, at a further cost of $1,752.30.

At another point, while she still had over 1,000 unused hours of instruction she was induced to buy 151 additional hours at a cost of $2,049.00 to be eligible for a "Student Trip to Trinidad," at her own expense as she later learned.

Also, when she still had more than 1,000 unused hours to her credit, she was prevailed upon to purchase an additional 347 hours at a cost of $4,235.74 to qualify her to receive a "Gold Metal" for achievement, indicating she had advanced to "the Gold Standard."

On another occasion, while she still had over 1,200 unused hours, she was induced to buy an additional 175 hours of instruction at a cost of $2,472.75, to be eligible "to take a trip to Mexico."

Finally, sandwiched in between other lesser sales promotions, she was influenced to buy an additional 481 hours of instruction at a cost of $6,523.81 in order to "be classified a a Gold Bar Member, the ultimate achievement of the dancing studio."

The Moral of the story?

The dance studios had falsely represented to her that she was improving in her dancing ability, that she had excellent potential, that she was responding to instructions in dancing grace, and that they were developing her into a beautiful dancer, whereas in truth and in fact she did not develop in her dancing ability, she had no "dance aptitude," and in fact had difficulty in "hearing the musical beat."

The complaint alleged that such representations to her "were in fact false and known by the defendant to be false and contrary to the plaintiff's true ability, the truth of plaintiff's ability being fully known to the defendants.

It was averred that the lessons were sold to her "in total disregard to the true physical, rhythm, and mental ability of the plaintiff." In other words, while she fist exulted that she was entering the "spring of her life," she finally was awakened to the fact there was "spring" neither in her life nor in her feet.

I'm a Big Dufus and I Don't Know What To Do. Tang-Tang-Tang-A-Lang-Tang-A-Lang

Help Us Stomp Out Gender Inequality

"Suddenly the 'S' Word Is Everywhere!"

Midlife Crises, Confusion, and the Personal Identity of the Manhood Ego

If a woman is to become President, we just want to know how much abuse a woman can take.

Naomi Wolf (Feminist Writer): When your'e saying, "I want to be President of the United States of America, what your telling the American people is that you can handle anything."

I predict by experience that more than 90% of men will have some kind of identity crises if a woman becomes President of the United States.

Not only will we have to take parenting classes, go to college, go to court, go to drug and alcohol programs, get a job, and find a place to live but soon we will have to take classes on how to deal with the male ego lest we fall short because we were not able to service the male ego according to his whims and our retribution landed us in jail.

Maybe women need to get their questions in order and do some research so we can come up with a solution for men and women to co-exist civilly on this planet.

What Do You Mean Sexism? A look at Hillary Clinton's claim of sexism in the coverage of her campaign.

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I'm A Big Dufus and I don't know what to do.....

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Happy Passover.

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During December a water faust broke. I had to repair it so that I could continue to use the water for my horses. The Jehovah Witnesses in Klamath Falls, Oregon, insisted on visiting the owner of the home at the back doorway despite warnings of slip and fall accidents and the obvious tell-tale signs of black ice.

On December 28, 2007, I was working to unfreeze a hose and water was all over the concrete. Just that early in the morning, I warned the owner of the home that the situation was dangerous. Coincidently, while struggling to defrost the hose, the Jehovah Witnesses appeared unannounced. This time, the main ordinary Jehovah brought with them a man who was apparently disabled on a cane. It was apparent that I was struggling with the dangerous situation. I again informed the Jehovah that the situation was extremely dangerous during the winter and that maybe they should approach the front of the home where they could "preach" safely and without any disturbances.

The reason I am displaying this message is because the bad people make it difficult with hardships for the good people. Homeowner insurance companies gouge the responsible homeowner because of these kind of instances of stupidity and ignorance. If negligent people want to have slip and fall accidents, the good ones shouldn't have to pay the high prices of insurance increases!

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Killings Surge in Oakland, and Officials Are Unable to Explain Why.

The New York Times reports that there is a cresting wave of violence in Oakland, California.
(published June 22, 2007)

A recorded 148 homicides in 2006, a 57% rise over 2005 and the highest number in 11 years. Possible explanations include large numbers of violent parolees returning from prison..."We're trying to make sense of it, " said Officer Roland Holmgren, a spokesman for the Oakland Police Department. "But it's irrational. "Many criminologists and law enforcement officials are debating whether the violent-crime data signal a significant national trend. In a report, "A Gathering Storm - Violent Crime in America," the Police Executive Research Forum, a professional organization of police chiefs, warned last year that violent crime increases were at "the front end of a tipping point of an epidemic of violence not seen for years."

"I'm a big Dufus and I don't know what to do. " Tang...Tang...Tang...Tang-A-Lang...Tang-A-Lang...Tang-A-Lang.