Actually, treadmills existed for thousands of years. Since as early as the Romans, human-powered wheels were known to have been used to pump or move water, lift objects through cranes or even grind grain like a regular mill.
Maybe there’s too much truth in this for it to be a joke. But it can’t be all fun and laughs all the time.
In Jerusalem, a female journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, everyday, for a long, long time. So she went to check it out.
She went to the Wailing Wall and there he was!
She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, she approached him for an interview.
“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Wall and praying?”
“For about 60 years.”
“60 years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”
“I pray for peace. I pray for all the hatred to stop and I pray for all our children to grow up in safety and friendship.”
I read where English criminals called that treadmill the “cockchafer,” because it caused chafe injuries to the groin area, especially with the poor hygiene of the day.
Yes, and they are known as The Dreadmills in parts of Texas.
Take care, may possum recipe connoisseur Hank “Propane Can Change Your Life For The Better Or Worse Depending On Your Attitude Toward Your True Obligations As A Propane User” Hillord be with you, and gesundheit.
faith and begorrah, my last name is O’Connell, descendent of the ancient kings of Ireland, and Jeremiah The Bible Prophet took with the daughter of king Zedekiah of Jerusalem called Teia Tephi of the tribe of Judah, landing at Howth, near Dublin, in Ireland on the 18th. of June 583 B.C. and she was married into the O’Connell clan, so i’m Jesus’ cousin a couple of times removed, but from Providence (RI), not Boston….
Steven and Richard are two old roommates who have always loved baseball.
Together, they make an arrangement. Since they’re not getting any younger, the first one to die has to let the other know if there is baseball in heaven. Specifically, a year after his death, he will sit on the downstairs couch (as a ghost, of course), and tell the other.
As it happens, Richard dies first. The funeral happens, he’s buried, and everyone moves on. Except Steven. Because Steven still doesn’t know if there’s baseball in heaven.
After about a month of contemplation, he comes to the conclusion that he really won’t know until he dies or Richard tells him. So Steven, too, moves on with his life, and is completely dumbfounded when eleven months later he comes downstairs one morning and Richard is there.
After the usual greetings, laughing, and a bit of crying, Richard grows more serious.
“Steve, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
Steve asks Richard for the good news first.
“The good news is that there is baseball in heaven. I play second just like I used to, and it’s just great.”
With apologies to some, I am going to go to some political musing. It’s St. Patrick’s Day and I have enjoyed many of the Irish jokes; and it got me to thinking, St. Patrick’s Day is an exemplary example of how fickle racism and tribalism are! Racism (real or imagined) and tribalism are related to the “cancel culture” as well.
For those of you who remember our history, there was a time when Irish immigrants were arriving in great numbers to the United States; they were initially shunned, discriminated against and isolated to their own “ghettos”. Even businesses that were hiring included the phrase “No Irish need apply!” added to their doors!
But now; so many years later, we celebrate what it means to be Irish! We drink green beer (what better way to admire a culture that includes alcoholism as an identity established by xenophobic miscreants), have parades and the "wearin’ of the Green! Social Justice Warriors might label this “cultural misappropriation” but it’s all in fun, isn’t it? A Holiday!
As I said, fickle! The racism and tribalism that divides and causes our culture; such political, emotional, moral, fraternal and familial turmoil can easily be changed and retargeted. It all turns on an arbitrary and dubious emotional “issue of the moment” that can be important by one tribe or another: or one race or another!
Since these “strongly held beliefs” are so fickle, so changeable, so arbitrary, perhaps they might be placed in the category of non-existence by ignoring them! Very stereotypical solution that so many have suggested before! However, my hypothesis is that the fickleness I speak of could be a strong catalyst for achieving the goal.
I think of our National Seal, E Pluribus Unum, “of many parts one”. I understand that the original intent was reference was to the different states under one Federal Charter; but it also means the people!
Erin go Bragh! On the Aulde Sode this Holiday is much more religious than it is in America. Nonetheless, it’s a quintessentially Irish holiday, whichever side of the Pond Ye hail from…and with that, my all-time favorite Irish joke:
O’Brien comes staggering into Murphy’s pub, beat black and blue. Murphy stops wiping down the counter and exclaims, “O’Brien, what in the world happened? Who beat you up so bad?” [Murphy, while a compassionate man, had little respect for the adverbial form.]
“T’was Flynn did this t’me,” O’Brien replies.
“Flynn?” Murphy replies, incredulously. “Why, that little squint could na’ have done this to you, unless he had somethin’ in his hand!”
“That he did,” said O’Brien. “He had a fireplace poker in his hand.”
“But did ye not have anythin’ in your own hand?”
“I did indeed – Mrs. Flynn’s breast, and a thing of beauty it was…but useless in battle.”
JDP_Huntington Beach over 2 years ago
No RIBION St Pats day items?
Templo S.U.D. over 2 years ago
so how many double stitches do Minor League baseballs have?
monkeysky over 2 years ago
Actually, treadmills existed for thousands of years. Since as early as the Romans, human-powered wheels were known to have been used to pump or move water, lift objects through cranes or even grind grain like a regular mill.
Charlie Fogwhistle over 2 years ago
Maybe there’s too much truth in this for it to be a joke. But it can’t be all fun and laughs all the time.
In Jerusalem, a female journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, everyday, for a long, long time. So she went to check it out.
She went to the Wailing Wall and there he was!
She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, she approached him for an interview.
“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Wall and praying?”
“For about 60 years.”
“60 years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”
“I pray for peace. I pray for all the hatred to stop and I pray for all our children to grow up in safety and friendship.”
“How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?”
“Like I’m talking to a wall!”
Until next time.
Bilan over 2 years ago
What was the limit in Victorian times on how lazy you can be?
OldsVistaCruiser over 2 years ago
I read where English criminals called that treadmill the “cockchafer,” because it caused chafe injuries to the groin area, especially with the poor hygiene of the day.
James Wolfenstein over 2 years ago
Guess how many double stitches they put on a non-official baseball…
Huckleberry Hiroshima over 2 years ago
Yes, and they are known as The Dreadmills in parts of Texas.
Take care, may possum recipe connoisseur Hank “Propane Can Change Your Life For The Better Or Worse Depending On Your Attitude Toward Your True Obligations As A Propane User” Hillord be with you, and gesundheit.
Copy-&-Paste over 2 years ago
Treadmills? A form of punishment for Laziness? Hope they never come to my house – I’m retired!
Teto85 Premium Member over 2 years ago
Could have been worse, at least they weren’t transported to Australia.
oakie817 over 2 years ago
faith and begorrah, my last name is O’Connell, descendent of the ancient kings of Ireland, and Jeremiah The Bible Prophet took with the daughter of king Zedekiah of Jerusalem called Teia Tephi of the tribe of Judah, landing at Howth, near Dublin, in Ireland on the 18th. of June 583 B.C. and she was married into the O’Connell clan, so i’m Jesus’ cousin a couple of times removed, but from Providence (RI), not Boston….
198.23.5.11 over 2 years ago
Did the old-timers get fed up and hang clothes on the treadmills like we do today?
mindjob over 2 years ago
Benny is in the ice capades now and can jump 4 barrels!
tremaine53 over 2 years ago
Is there something amazing about baseballs having exactly 108 double stitches?
FassEddie over 2 years ago
Steven and Richard are two old roommates who have always loved baseball.
Together, they make an arrangement. Since they’re not getting any younger, the first one to die has to let the other know if there is baseball in heaven. Specifically, a year after his death, he will sit on the downstairs couch (as a ghost, of course), and tell the other.
As it happens, Richard dies first. The funeral happens, he’s buried, and everyone moves on. Except Steven. Because Steven still doesn’t know if there’s baseball in heaven.
After about a month of contemplation, he comes to the conclusion that he really won’t know until he dies or Richard tells him. So Steven, too, moves on with his life, and is completely dumbfounded when eleven months later he comes downstairs one morning and Richard is there.
After the usual greetings, laughing, and a bit of crying, Richard grows more serious.
“Steve, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
Steve asks Richard for the good news first.
“The good news is that there is baseball in heaven. I play second just like I used to, and it’s just great.”
“The bad news is that you’re pitching tomorrow.”
WCraft Premium Member over 2 years ago
Well, now I’m going to have to have a serious talk with our “slacker” Labrador Retriever. He does NOT know how to ice skate!
NoNameOntheBullet Premium Member over 2 years ago
With apologies to some, I am going to go to some political musing. It’s St. Patrick’s Day and I have enjoyed many of the Irish jokes; and it got me to thinking, St. Patrick’s Day is an exemplary example of how fickle racism and tribalism are! Racism (real or imagined) and tribalism are related to the “cancel culture” as well.
For those of you who remember our history, there was a time when Irish immigrants were arriving in great numbers to the United States; they were initially shunned, discriminated against and isolated to their own “ghettos”. Even businesses that were hiring included the phrase “No Irish need apply!” added to their doors!
But now; so many years later, we celebrate what it means to be Irish! We drink green beer (what better way to admire a culture that includes alcoholism as an identity established by xenophobic miscreants), have parades and the "wearin’ of the Green! Social Justice Warriors might label this “cultural misappropriation” but it’s all in fun, isn’t it? A Holiday!
As I said, fickle! The racism and tribalism that divides and causes our culture; such political, emotional, moral, fraternal and familial turmoil can easily be changed and retargeted. It all turns on an arbitrary and dubious emotional “issue of the moment” that can be important by one tribe or another: or one race or another!
Since these “strongly held beliefs” are so fickle, so changeable, so arbitrary, perhaps they might be placed in the category of non-existence by ignoring them! Very stereotypical solution that so many have suggested before! However, my hypothesis is that the fickleness I speak of could be a strong catalyst for achieving the goal.
I think of our National Seal, E Pluribus Unum, “of many parts one”. I understand that the original intent was reference was to the different states under one Federal Charter; but it also means the people!
eromlig over 2 years ago
Erin go Bragh! On the Aulde Sode this Holiday is much more religious than it is in America. Nonetheless, it’s a quintessentially Irish holiday, whichever side of the Pond Ye hail from…and with that, my all-time favorite Irish joke:
O’Brien comes staggering into Murphy’s pub, beat black and blue. Murphy stops wiping down the counter and exclaims, “O’Brien, what in the world happened? Who beat you up so bad?” [Murphy, while a compassionate man, had little respect for the adverbial form.]
“T’was Flynn did this t’me,” O’Brien replies.
“Flynn?” Murphy replies, incredulously. “Why, that little squint could na’ have done this to you, unless he had somethin’ in his hand!”
“That he did,” said O’Brien. “He had a fireplace poker in his hand.”
“But did ye not have anythin’ in your own hand?”
“I did indeed – Mrs. Flynn’s breast, and a thing of beauty it was…but useless in battle.”
Nicole ♫ ⊱✿ ◕‿◕✿⊰♫ Premium Member over 2 years ago
Treadmill? That looks more like a StairMaster.
tee929 over 2 years ago
I am sure Frankenstein’s Monster had more!
Charlie Fogwhistle over 2 years ago
A propos of nothing:
I lost the bar trivia contest last night by one point. The last question was, “Where do women have the curliest hair?”
Apparently the correct answer is Fiji.
Until next time.