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Eric Holder recently proclaimed that amnesty for illegal aliens is "A matter of Civil and Human rights." Joe Biden announced that the Boston Bombers were just "Knock Off" Jihadists. Obama again told America "Not to rush to judgement." And countless friends and relatives claimed what great neighbors the bombers were and how well the brothers excelled in sports and academics.
Are you kidding me? Just what part of Human Rights gives anyone absolute rights to citizenship in a country they entered illegally? Didn't we give asylum to a family of terrorists? What is the diffence between a "knockoff" and a "real" terrorist when they both hate America and murder innocent people? The bombers and their mother admit that they hate America pledge their alliance to Allah under their own declared Jihad. Who cares what type of athletes they were! Who cares whether they acted alone or in concert with a group. The are murderers!
Sound familiar? Remember Obama speaking the same tone following the Fort Hood murders before declaring the incident Work Place violence? Remember him when he defended his black buddy that interfered with the cops? Remember Obama supporting Holder's refusal to prosecute the Black Muslims that were interfering at the voting poll? Remember Holder sending the judge and attorneys to stop the FBI from interviewing the terrorist at the hospital?
I'm disgusted with the many Americans minimizing murderous acts by Muslims on America. I'm tired of seeing so many of us tolerating, if not embracing these Islamic thugs. I'm tired of our leadership refusing to admit that our war against terror is real. When will they wake up, or will they?
Just let it go, then sit back and enjoy the show. So they say.
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
Escaping the Closet
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OK. At least I've tried. I've done what you've said. I went to the closet and had nothing but happy thoughts. No politics. Little complaining. Less FOX News. Lots of watching Andy of Mayberry and Lassie. And I can not stand it any longer. I'm back!
So, first on my list of topics is Islam. But first let me set the stage.
As we all should know, our forefathers left England in a pursuit to acquire religious freedom. And in those days, it was Christianity that was so thought after. So America was born; created upon the laws of Christianity. And if you don't know Christianity is all about Love and Forgiveness.
As time passed, more any more immigrants settled in America bring with them new religions and cultures. Over time, Americans began to embrace these ideas, and to some extent relaxed their views toward other cultures and faiths. And we were able to co-exist productively and peacefully.
Until. . . . the influx of Islamic immigrants in America. The fundamentals of Islam conflict with our way of life in America. Democracy, peacefully co-exist with others, and both civil and criminal laws are prohibited by Islamic followers. You see, Muslims, by their very doctrine can not co-exist with anyone different than them, which they call Infidels. Their doctrine demands the murdering of every Infidel in a ritual they call "Jihad." Simply said, their doctrine promotes hate against anyone outside their faith.
In the interest of preserving America as it was created, the time has long passed that we must stop Islam from consuming our Nation and our way of life. America must stop embracing this ideology now. We must understand that every Muslim is an enemy of our God and our nation which was founded upon God. We can not merely focus only on the "radicalized" Muslims, but every Muslim, because none can truly respect the American values we have.
Wake up Americans. I know it's hard to realize that every Muslim is our enemy.
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OK. At least I've tried. I've done what you've said. I went to the closet and had nothing but happy thoughts. No politics. Little complaining. Less FOX News. Lots of watching Andy of Mayberry and Lassie. And I can not stand it any longer. I'm back!
So, first on my list of topics is Islam. But first let me set the stage.
As we all should know, our forefathers left England in a pursuit to acquire religious freedom. And in those days, it was Christianity that was so thought after. So America was born; created upon the laws of Christianity. And if you don't know Christianity is all about Love and Forgiveness.
As time passed, more any more immigrants settled in America bring with them new religions and cultures. Over time, Americans began to embrace these ideas, and to some extent relaxed their views toward other cultures and faiths. And we were able to co-exist productively and peacefully.
Until. . . . the influx of Islamic immigrants in America. The fundamentals of Islam conflict with our way of life in America. Democracy, peacefully co-exist with others, and both civil and criminal laws are prohibited by Islamic followers. You see, Muslims, by their very doctrine can not co-exist with anyone different than them, which they call Infidels. Their doctrine demands the murdering of every Infidel in a ritual they call "Jihad." Simply said, their doctrine promotes hate against anyone outside their faith.
In the interest of preserving America as it was created, the time has long passed that we must stop Islam from consuming our Nation and our way of life. America must stop embracing this ideology now. We must understand that every Muslim is an enemy of our God and our nation which was founded upon God. We can not merely focus only on the "radicalized" Muslims, but every Muslim, because none can truly respect the American values we have.
Wake up Americans. I know it's hard to realize that every Muslim is our enemy.
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Monday, April 22, 2013
Contagion
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OK. So please don't get offended believing I'm writing about you. But, after reading this, you feel like I've used you as an example, then I probably have. However, keep in mind that what I'm about to describe fits many of us, including me.
That said....... Recently I received a home video through the Thought Dock portal. I wish I could post the video here, but that would certainly make the sender feel singled out. But even if I did single them out, it would be good for them to hear my point of view.
The video logged an incident where a parent baked a cake for the children. The cake was quite large and was decorated with whipped chocolate frosting and brightly colored designs The cake looked like it was "To die for."
Apparently, the mother (who was not shown on the video) seated her four children around a small table with the cake in the center. There were no plates, utensils, or napkins in the area. The kids ranged from age 2-9 years, and were instructed to "Have at it!"
What a delightful surprise it was. As I watched, the three oldest kids immediately dove into the treat using only the fingers and hands, and sometimes even forced their mouths directly into the cake. What a mess! It was rather apparent the kids were having a blast, although it was not anything I would ever let my children do, nor do I personally think it was wise.
As the video progressed, I noticed the youngest child with a strange look on her face at the start. As she watched her siblings plow into it, it was clear that she knew at the start that it was wrong to eat like a heathen. But as time passed, she joined in with the others. First by only dipping a finger in, but eventually joined in full throttle. What a mess!
To me it was more than just a video of kids having fun. It convincingly illustrates "Learned Behavior." That youngest child knew from the start that what her siblings were doing was not acceptable behavior and refused to participate. But after watching her siblings do it, she succumbed to the peer pressure, and soon joined in.
Interestingly enough, several weeks before, that youngest child who had minimal exposure to church, came home from Sunday School, chanting, "I want to be like Jesus."
So, it works either way. You soon become like those that you associate with, whether good, bad, or ugly. Sin can only lead to further Sin, just as easily as righteousness leads to sanctuation.
Jus' Sayin'. So Mama tell your children...
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OK. So please don't get offended believing I'm writing about you. But, after reading this, you feel like I've used you as an example, then I probably have. However, keep in mind that what I'm about to describe fits many of us, including me.
That said....... Recently I received a home video through the Thought Dock portal. I wish I could post the video here, but that would certainly make the sender feel singled out. But even if I did single them out, it would be good for them to hear my point of view.
The video logged an incident where a parent baked a cake for the children. The cake was quite large and was decorated with whipped chocolate frosting and brightly colored designs The cake looked like it was "To die for."
Apparently, the mother (who was not shown on the video) seated her four children around a small table with the cake in the center. There were no plates, utensils, or napkins in the area. The kids ranged from age 2-9 years, and were instructed to "Have at it!"
What a delightful surprise it was. As I watched, the three oldest kids immediately dove into the treat using only the fingers and hands, and sometimes even forced their mouths directly into the cake. What a mess! It was rather apparent the kids were having a blast, although it was not anything I would ever let my children do, nor do I personally think it was wise.
As the video progressed, I noticed the youngest child with a strange look on her face at the start. As she watched her siblings plow into it, it was clear that she knew at the start that it was wrong to eat like a heathen. But as time passed, she joined in with the others. First by only dipping a finger in, but eventually joined in full throttle. What a mess!
To me it was more than just a video of kids having fun. It convincingly illustrates "Learned Behavior." That youngest child knew from the start that what her siblings were doing was not acceptable behavior and refused to participate. But after watching her siblings do it, she succumbed to the peer pressure, and soon joined in.
Interestingly enough, several weeks before, that youngest child who had minimal exposure to church, came home from Sunday School, chanting, "I want to be like Jesus."
So, it works either way. You soon become like those that you associate with, whether good, bad, or ugly. Sin can only lead to further Sin, just as easily as righteousness leads to sanctuation.
Jus' Sayin'. So Mama tell your children...
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Saturday, April 13, 2013
Mama tell your children
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In Those Days, I loved to sit on my Grandpa's lap and listen to him sing. Sounds weird, huh. One would never know by my voice that my Grandpa-D, after surviving the stress of Ellis Island, sang in the Italian Opera in New Yorr City. But more than that, I was fascinated by his life's experiences. I remember most of them to this day and occasionally reflect back on them when I find myself in a similar situation.
We were a proud family that never wanted to be the center of any one's attention, but then again we were taught how to never be left behind. Mama's constant lectures about wearing clean socks or the necessity of chewing with our mouth closed ring through my mind most every day. And I listened to them being told again to all of my younger siblings. It was as if someone told them to her long before my time.
Never did I hear a word about their struggling finances, but it was rather apparent to me as I grew older. Often I would notice that we would each get a pair of shoes for Easter Sunday, while Mom wore that same old dress which I think she made. I valued every lecture and every story, although some I had a difficult time believing. I can see the impact they had on me to this very day. They kept me proud and honest, hard working and humorous, sarcastic and cynical, and brave, strong and compassionate.
And when it came time, I passed the stories from my Grandpa, my Papa, and those of my own to my children. And to make a special point, I even made some up while exaggerating others just as they had done to me. Every story had a lesson and every one had a moral.
Sometimes today, I wonder whether parents are passing along similar tales to their kids. Or would the kids today even care to listen. Somehow my gut says they are not, and their children, so spoiled, do not care.
So live your life in Sin and Misery in this House of the Rising Scum and don't tell your children what they have done.
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In Those Days, I loved to sit on my Grandpa's lap and listen to him sing. Sounds weird, huh. One would never know by my voice that my Grandpa-D, after surviving the stress of Ellis Island, sang in the Italian Opera in New Yorr City. But more than that, I was fascinated by his life's experiences. I remember most of them to this day and occasionally reflect back on them when I find myself in a similar situation.
We were a proud family that never wanted to be the center of any one's attention, but then again we were taught how to never be left behind. Mama's constant lectures about wearing clean socks or the necessity of chewing with our mouth closed ring through my mind most every day. And I listened to them being told again to all of my younger siblings. It was as if someone told them to her long before my time.
Never did I hear a word about their struggling finances, but it was rather apparent to me as I grew older. Often I would notice that we would each get a pair of shoes for Easter Sunday, while Mom wore that same old dress which I think she made. I valued every lecture and every story, although some I had a difficult time believing. I can see the impact they had on me to this very day. They kept me proud and honest, hard working and humorous, sarcastic and cynical, and brave, strong and compassionate.
And when it came time, I passed the stories from my Grandpa, my Papa, and those of my own to my children. And to make a special point, I even made some up while exaggerating others just as they had done to me. Every story had a lesson and every one had a moral.
Sometimes today, I wonder whether parents are passing along similar tales to their kids. Or would the kids today even care to listen. Somehow my gut says they are not, and their children, so spoiled, do not care.
So live your life in Sin and Misery in this House of the Rising Scum and don't tell your children what they have done.
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Monday, April 1, 2013
Yesterday
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A few weeks ago, I met a new friend who was about 20 years my junior. About the same age as my oldest daughter. And as you can imagine, my conversation soon turned to politics and morals. It wasn't long before my new friend informed me that as we grow older, we become reluctant to accept change. And change is often better. Well, as you can imagine, that conversation has really made me think. Is it really better now than ever?
For me Yesterday was a time for a Sunday drive, stick ball and 15 cent burgers. Chevy Impala station wagons and 15mpg. Televisions with dials to tune and transistor radios. Kites at the beach and crabbing with a chicken neck tied to a string. Trading cards flapping on bicycle spokes and shovelling snow or raking leaves for a buck.
It was a time when all my friends had both a Mom and a Dad. The Mickey Mouse show, Rin Tin Tin and Roy Rogers. There were Sissies and Tom Boys but no Gays or Lesbians in my world. We wore ties to church, Mom stayed at home tending the kids and fixing dinner for my Dad when he came home from work.
I choked trying to smoke cigarettes but the only drug I knew was aspirin. One pair of shoes for church and school, and PF Fliers for play. Duck Tails and Crewcuts, but no Mohawks colored blue. Abortions were illegal and effective birth control means did not exist. Young men married their pregnant girlfriend and raised their children together.
I knew people in wheel chairs but none with hip replacements. My Mom was blind but somehow she watched me. We Potty Trotted houses but never did drive by shootings. There were fights at school, but the fighters became friends afterwards. A school teacher paddled me in class but no one ever called my Mom.
Well that was my Yesterday and I'm sure that everyone has their Yesterday. For most, Yesterday is dead and gone. But for me, it has not passed. It is the very essence of who I am and how I came to be me.
Speaking words of Wisdom, let me be Me.
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A few weeks ago, I met a new friend who was about 20 years my junior. About the same age as my oldest daughter. And as you can imagine, my conversation soon turned to politics and morals. It wasn't long before my new friend informed me that as we grow older, we become reluctant to accept change. And change is often better. Well, as you can imagine, that conversation has really made me think. Is it really better now than ever?
For me Yesterday was a time for a Sunday drive, stick ball and 15 cent burgers. Chevy Impala station wagons and 15mpg. Televisions with dials to tune and transistor radios. Kites at the beach and crabbing with a chicken neck tied to a string. Trading cards flapping on bicycle spokes and shovelling snow or raking leaves for a buck.
It was a time when all my friends had both a Mom and a Dad. The Mickey Mouse show, Rin Tin Tin and Roy Rogers. There were Sissies and Tom Boys but no Gays or Lesbians in my world. We wore ties to church, Mom stayed at home tending the kids and fixing dinner for my Dad when he came home from work.
I choked trying to smoke cigarettes but the only drug I knew was aspirin. One pair of shoes for church and school, and PF Fliers for play. Duck Tails and Crewcuts, but no Mohawks colored blue. Abortions were illegal and effective birth control means did not exist. Young men married their pregnant girlfriend and raised their children together.
I knew people in wheel chairs but none with hip replacements. My Mom was blind but somehow she watched me. We Potty Trotted houses but never did drive by shootings. There were fights at school, but the fighters became friends afterwards. A school teacher paddled me in class but no one ever called my Mom.
Well that was my Yesterday and I'm sure that everyone has their Yesterday. For most, Yesterday is dead and gone. But for me, it has not passed. It is the very essence of who I am and how I came to be me.
Speaking words of Wisdom, let me be Me.
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