Dance the pain away, dance in hard times, keep at it, never give up.

Vietnam and Maylasia are now Merit Nations.

Bill Hole and Huck Finn to win the BETTER WORLD AWARD!

Lithuania and Ethiopia are now a Merit Nations.

Dolly Parton and Dick Cavett win the BETTER WORLD AWARD!

No health.

Stop nonsense.

Brain zapper.

After roughing it out, sure..

EB White to win the BETTER WORLD AWARD!

Ireland to become a Merit Nation.

Save us.

Computers make for a bad god. Perhaps evil. But chat groups are heaven correct!

Kicks you.

Jim Henson and Nelson Mandela have won the: BETTER WORLD AWARD!

Holland and Tiawan are now a Merit Nations.

Animal instincts to spread into warfare. How can you predict? Panic for example or rampaging.

This is the third time I discovered Journalism go the garbage route. All yellow.

This war has not stopped and has reality.

Flannery O'conner to win the Better World Award!

Aulstralia is now a Merit Nation.

How did a military nobody suddenly become truly military? Not a lie, or a fake. It all began with a phone call many years ago. I was asked a question? The answer was a surprise to the military, and my dream began.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!