As the global economy recovers, America’s trade activity has picked up. But imports once again grew more than exports last quarter, presenting a net drag on growth.

Gross domestic product, a broad measure of the total value of goods and services produced in a given economy, has been expanding for the last year, leading many economists to believe the recession  that began in December 2007 is technically over.

Still, G.D.P growth in the last quarter of 2009 — at an annual rate of 5 percent — was much more robust than it has been this year. This slowdown, coupled with disappointing job creation, has led to worries that the recovery is losing steam. The nation’s unemployment rate continues to linger just below 10 percent.

Here’s a HUGE reason why there is a slowdown and unemployment is so high:

E m m a   M a e r s k

The Emma Maersk, part of a Danish shipping line
chartered to Wal Mart, is shown in this photos essay.

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What a ship….no wonder ‘Made in China ‘ is displacing North American made goods big time.
This monster transports goods across the Pacific in just 5 days!! This is one of three ships
presently in service, with another two ships commissioned to be completed in 2012.

What a ship….no wonder ‘Made in China ‘ is displacing North American made goods big time.
This monster transports goods across the Pacific in just 5 days!! This is one of three ships

presently in service, with another two ships commissioned to be completed in 2012.

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These ships were commissioned by Wal-Mart to get all their goods and stuff from China . They hold

an incredible 15,000 cartons and have a 207 foot deck beam!!  The full crew is just 13 people on a ship


longer than a US Aircraft Carrier (which has a crew of 5,000)

With it’s 207′ beam it is too big to fit through the Panama or Suez Canals ..


It is strictly transpacific. Cruise speed: 31 knots.

The goods arrive 4 days before the typical container ship (18-20 knots) on
a China -to-
California  run. 91% of Walmart products are made in China .

So this behemoth is hugely competitive even when carrying perishable goods.

The ship was built in five sections. The sections floated together and then welded.


The command bridge is higher than a 10-story building and has 11 cargo crane rigs

that can operate simultaneously unloading the entire ship in less than two hours.

Additional info:

Country of origin – Denmark


Length – 1,302 ft
Width – 207 ft
Net cargo – 123,200 tons
Engine – 14 cylinders in-line diesel engine (110,000 BHP)
Cruise Speed – 31 knots

Cargo capacity – 15,000 TEU (1 TEU = 20 cubic feet)
Crew – 13 people !
First Trip – Sept. 08, 2006
Construction cost – US $145,000,000+

Silicone painting applied to the ship bottom reduces water
resistance and saves 317,000 gallons of diesel per year.

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Editorial Comment!


A recent documentary in late March, 2010 on the History Channel noted that
all of these containers are shipped back to China , EMPTY. Yep, that’s right.
We send nothing back on these ships. What does that tell you about
the current financial state of this country? Just keep buying those imported
goods (mostly gadgets) until you run out of money.

Then you may wonder what the cause of unemployment (maybe even your job)
in the U.S. and Canada  might be????

This message, if any, surely deserves forwarding, doesn’t it ?

Continue reading about One BIG Reason why the economy is weak in 2010 and getting weaker!

John on July 30th, 2010

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After being interviewed by the school administration, the prospective teacher said:

‘Let me see if I’ve got this right.

‘You want me to go into that room with all those kids, correct their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their dress habits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instill in them a love for learning.

‘You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self esteem and personal pride.

‘You want me to teach them patriotism and good citizenship, sportsmanship and fair play, and how to register to vote, balance a checkbook, and apply for a job.

‘You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of antisocial behavior, and make sure that they all pass the final exams

‘You also want me to provide them with an equal education regardless of their handicaps, and communicate regularly with their parents in English, Spanish or any other language, by letter, telephone, newsletter, and report card.

‘You want me to do all this with a piece of chalk, a blackboard, a bulletin board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps.

‘You want me to do all this and then you tell me. . .

I CAN’T PRAY?

Also:

without support from many parents ( When I was a student, If I got in trouble at school I got in more trouble at home)

with dwindling budgets and support

with the threat of losing my job if students perform poorly on state, federal or provincial tests (which  are a waste of money and time)

with a great deal of stress

with a huge workload

with low status

after 5 years of College or University Education

No wonder there are so many emails making the rounds about, WHY TEACHERS DRINK!


Continue reading about NOMINATED FOR ” BEST EMAIL OF THE YEAR 2010”

John on July 29th, 2010

beware of cat-doormat

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John on July 28th, 2010

Don’t look at your watch every 10 minutes.

Don’t play with things like a pen or a knickknack sitting on the interviewer’s desk.

Don’t get too comfortable.

Don’t promise to fix the company’s two years of losses and cure all the problems in the world.

Don’t assume that you have the job until it’s offered to you.


What to Say and do in a Job Interview

1. The art of listening

One of the first skills of a conversation is the art of listening.

2. When to speak

Keep in mind when to speak and when not to.  This is doubly important when you are facing more than one interviewer.

3. The information you provide

Quality over quantity Concentration and focus are quite important.

4. Provide Facts

5. Relevancy

focus on relevancy.

6. A team player

Make it clear to the  interviewers that you are a team player.

8. Future plans

9. Honest answers


Proof Read your resumeeee:



  • “Skills: Strong Work Ethic, Attention to Detail, Team Player, Self Motivated, Attention to Detail”
  • Woman who sent her résumé and cover letter without deleting someone else’s editing, including such comments as “I don’t think you want to say this about yourself here”
  • Continue reading about What not to do and What to Say in a Job Interview

    John on July 28th, 2010
    Doormats With A Difference


    wine-doormatWarrant -doormatwalk over me - doormatsleeping dog-doormatno thanks -doormatlook who is here-doormathere- doormatgolf - doormat

    Continue reading about Doormats With A Difference

    John on July 28th, 2010

    While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, ‘The tooth fairy will never believe this!’

    Continue reading about The Tooth Fairy

    John on July 28th, 2010

    God, grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,
    The good fortune to run into the ones that I do,
    And the eyesight to tell the difference.

    Continue reading about A Prayer for the Golden Years

    John on July 28th, 2010
    Two young businessmen in Florida were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store in the shopping mall.  As yet, the store wasn’t ready, with only a few shelves and display racks set up. One said to the other, “I’ll bet that any minute now some senior is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we’re selling.” Sure enough, just a moment later, a curious senior gentleman walked up to the window, looked around intensely and rapped on the glass, then in a loud voice asked, “What are you sellin’ here?” One of the men replied sarcastically, “We’re selling ass-holes.” Without skipping a beat, the old timer said, “You’re doing well, only two left.”



    Two young businessmen in Florida were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store in the shopping mall.  As yet, the store wasn’t ready, with only a few shelves and display racks set up. One said to the other, “I’ll bet that any minute now some senior is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we’re selling.” Sure enough, just a moment later, a curious senior gentleman walked up to the window, looked around intensely and rapped on the glass, then in a loud voice asked, “What are you sellin’ here?” One of the men replied sarcastically, “We’re selling ass-holes.” Without skipping a beat, the old timer said, “You’re doing well, only two left.”

    Continue reading about What’s for sale?

    All you think about is soccer!


    My Wife: ‘Soccer, soccer, soccer! That’s all you ever think about! If you said you were going to stay at home one Saturday afternoon to help with the house’ work, I think I’d drop dead from the shock!’

    Me: ‘It’s no good trying to bribe me, dear.’



    and that’s when the fight started…

    Continue reading about All you think about is soccer, football, hockey, baseball and…

    John on July 28th, 2010

    When an old man died in a geriatric ward, it was believed that he left nothing of any value. Later, when the nurses were going  through his meager possessions, they found this  poem. Its quality and content so impressed the  staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her  copy to Missouri .

    When  an old man died in the geriatric ward of a  nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was  believed that he had nothing left of any  value.
    Later, when the nurses were going  through his meager possessions, they found this  poem. Its quality and content so impressed the  staff that copies were made and distributed to  every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her  copy to Missouri .
    The  old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since  appeared in the Christmas edition of the News  Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental  Health. A slide presentation has also been made  based on his simple, but eloquent,  poem.
    And this little old man, with  nothing left to give to the world, is now the  author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across  the Internet.
    Crabby  Old Man
    What  do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you  see?
    What are you thinking . . . . . when  you’re looking at me?
    A crabby old man . . .  . . not very wise,
    Uncertain of habit . . . .  . with faraway eyes?
    Who dribbles his  food . . . . . and makes no reply.
    When you  say in a loud voice . . . . . ‘I do wish you’d  try!’
    Who seems not to notice . . . . . the  things that you do.
    And forever is losing . .  . . . A sock or shoe?
    Who, resisting or  not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
    With  bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to  fill?
    Is that what you’re thinking? . . . . .  Is that what you see?
    Then open your eyes,  nurse . . . . . you’re not looking at  me.
    I’ll tell you who I am. . . . . . As  I sit here so still,
    As I do at your bidding,  . . . . . as I eat at your will.
    I’m a small  child of Ten . . . . . with a father and  mother,
    Brothers and sisters . . . . . who  love one another.
    A young boy of Sixteen  . . . . with wings on his feet.
    Dreaming that  soon now . . . . . a lover he’ll meet.
    A  groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a  leap.
    Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I  promised to keep.
    At Twenty-Five, now . .  . . . I have young of my own.
    Who need me to  guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
    A  man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown  fast,
    Bound to each other . . . . . With ties  that should last.
    At Forty, my young sons  . . . . . have grown and are gone,
    But my  woman’s beside me . . . . . to see I don’t  mourn.
    At Fifty, once more, babies play  ’round my knee,
    Again, we know children . . .  . . My loved one and me.
    Dark days are  upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
    I look  at the future . . . . . shudder with  dread.
    For my young are all rearing . . . . .  young of their own.
    And I think of the years  . . . . . and the love that I’ve  known.
    I’m now an old man . . . . . and  nature is cruel.
    Tis jest to make old age . .  . . . look like a fool.
    The body, it crumbles  . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
    There is  now a stone . . . . where I once had a  heart.
    But inside this old carcass . . .  . . a young guy still dwells,
    And now and  again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
    I  remember the joys . . . . . I remember the  pain.
    And I’m loving and living . . . . .  life over again.
    I think of the years,  all too few . . . . . gone too fast.
    And  accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can  last.
    So open your eyes, people . . . . .  open and see.
    Not a crabby old man . . . Look  closer . . . see ME!!
    Remember  this poem when you next meet  an  older person who you might brush  aside  without  looking at the young soul within.
    We  will all, one day, be there, too!
    PLEASE  SHARE THIS POEM
    The best and  most beautiful things of  this  world can’t be seen or touched.


    The  old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since  appeared in the Christmas edition of the News  Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental  Health. A slide presentation has also been made  based on his simple, but eloquent,  poem.

    And this little old man, with  nothing left to give to the world, is now the  author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across  the Internet.

    Crabby  Old Man

    What  do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you  see?

    What are you thinking . . . . . when  you’re looking at me?

    A crabby old man . . .  . . not very wise,

    Uncertain of habit . . . .  . with faraway eyes?

    Who dribbles his  food . . . . . and makes no reply.

    When you  say in a loud voice . . . . . ‘I do wish you’d  try!’

    Who seems not to notice . . . . . the  things that you do.

    And forever is losing . .  . . . A sock or shoe?

    Who, resisting or  not . . . . . lets you do as you will,

    With  bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to  fill?

    Is that what you’re thinking? . . . . .  Is that what you see?

    Then open your eyes,  nurse . . . . . you’re not looking at  me.

    I’ll tell you who I am. . . . . . As  I sit here so still,

    As I do at your bidding,  . . . . . as I eat at your will.

    I’m a small  child of Ten . . . . . with a father and  mother,

    Brothers and sisters . . . . . who  love one another.

    A young boy of Sixteen  . . . . with wings on his feet.

    Dreaming that  soon now . . . . . a lover he’ll meet.

    A  groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a  leap.

    Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I  promised to keep.

    At Twenty-Five, now . .  . . . I have young of my own.

    Who need me to  guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.

    A  man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown  fast,

    Bound to each other . . . . . With ties  that should last.

    At Forty, my young sons  . . . . . have grown and are gone,

    But my  woman’s beside me . . . . . to see I don’t  mourn.

    At Fifty, once more, babies play  ’round my knee,

    Again, we know children . . .  . . My loved one and me.

    Dark days are  upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.

    I look  at the future . . . . . shudder with  dread.

    For my young are all rearing . . . . .  young of their own.

    And I think of the years  . . . . . and the love that I’ve  known.

    I’m now an old man . . . . . and  nature is cruel.

    Tis jest to make old age . .  . . . look like a fool.

    The body, it crumbles  . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.

    There is  now a stone . . . . where I once had a  heart.

    But inside this old carcass . . .  . . a young guy still dwells,

    And now and  again . . . . . my battered heart swells.

    I  remember the joys . . . . . I remember the  pain.

    And I’m loving and living . . . . .  life over again.

    I think of the years,  all too few . . . . . gone too fast.

    And  accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can  last.

    So open your eyes, people . . . . .  open and see.

    Not a crabby old man . . . Look  closer . . . see ME!!


    Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.

    We  will all, one day, be there, too!

    PLEASE  SHARE THIS POEM

    The best and  most beautiful things of  this  world can’t be seen or touched.

    Continue reading about Being Old!