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I hoping that all of you have a plan before you do anything. If not, plans are everywhere now days, and most are easily obtained for next to nothing. Diet plans, home building plans, repair manuals, get rich plans, increase your sexual performance; the list goes on and on; some good; many not so.
Now, if you get a plan and introduce it to someone else, that starts a conspiracy. And if the conspiracy is to, for example, rob a bank, and you buy the ski mask as it calls for in Step 1, then you have consummated a conspiracy to commit a felony and you could face the same penalty that applies to bank robbery even though you never got that far...... Get it?
So, who do you blame for that naughty scenario? Is it the one who wrote that evil plan, the one who distributed it, the one who obtained it and shared it with his friend, the one who took the first step to carry out the plan, or the actual plan itself?
You know, Islam has a plan. The Kuran (or is it the Coran, or the Koran, or the Curan? I've seen it spelled many a ways) is their plan. The Muslim "How to do it book." It is the doctrine for the Islamic cause. The theology. The plan. Want to read it? If so, it's free on the Internet. It's OK. Read it if you want. You're not breaking any law if you do.
But.....those that choose to follow the Kuran plan, talk about it, praise it, believe in it, and share the theology with others, then make a move to act on what it says.......are conspirators in this country. You see the Islamic doctrine, the Muslim theology, demands death to anyone that refuses to follow their way. They call it "jihad." And in their own context, that death they cause is murder. And since it is illegal to murder anyone in this country, it is also just as illegal to plan it.
The Muslim worshipers that attend their mosques regularly and support the theology of the Kuran buy tithing to the cause, are nothing more than conspirators to commit murder. ALL Muslims conspire to commit murder, whether they want to be labeled so or not, because they All support jihad in some way or another.
I know, most of you blow that off by excusing most Muslims and placing blame only on the radical ones. You know, the ones that the hijack airplanes, or the ones that strap on their custom fitted bomb vests. But, ALL Muslims are to blame, because ALL Muslims support the theology and doctrine of the Kuran. And, they use the cover of the mosques to conspire against us.
Yes, I know one might argue that not all Catholics believe in birth control pills, but that theology is a far cry from the murder the Muslims advocate. I will say though, that to provide financial support to the Catholic church is to advocate their theology just like the same is true to make a donation to the Republican party. While the GOP is for the most part, might be good, there are plenty of GOP representatives that need to go.
If you don't support everything your group advocates, whether it is the GOP, the Catholics, or Islam, it is time to jump ship and quit supporting a flawed doctrine. You see, it is not the Plan that is the problem. It is the ones who choose the follow the Plan, whether it is religious, political, or other, for the outcome.
The Florida group that plan to burn the Kuran this weekend are doing nothing to curb the violence the doctrine incites. To do so would only serve to fuel the world's most violent people. There are better ways.
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Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Coming to America
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Well, some of you can't quite understand, or refuse to believe me about how the Muslims are changing the world, including America.
So, for those of you that need a visual aid, or for those of you that won't believe anything unless you read it in print (other than here), here is a clip about what has happened in France. I hope that you take the time to look at it, especially those that rebuked my previous posting about hoe Europe is no longer the same place that most of us immigrated from.
So here it is. Enjoy.
http://www.cbn.com/cbnnews/world/2010/August/Islamization-of-Paris-a-Warning-to-the-West/
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Well, some of you can't quite understand, or refuse to believe me about how the Muslims are changing the world, including America.
So, for those of you that need a visual aid, or for those of you that won't believe anything unless you read it in print (other than here), here is a clip about what has happened in France. I hope that you take the time to look at it, especially those that rebuked my previous posting about hoe Europe is no longer the same place that most of us immigrated from.
So here it is. Enjoy.
http://www.cbn.com/cbnnews/world/2010/August/Islamization-of-Paris-a-Warning-to-the-West/
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Forgiveness
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Now, I know that some of you don't like me. But, I'm going to tell you, "Jesus thinks I'm to die for!" Actually, Preach said that in his introduction last Sunday. So, that struck me because I know that Jesus died for the Preach just as he died for me... and you, for that matter.
Along the lines of forgiveness, I was having a conversation about baseball with a friend this past week. And somehow it went toward Little League, where many of my fondest memories lie. The Little League finale was set to be played later that day, and if I'm correct it involved a team from Japan and a team from Honolulu, Hawaii.
Wow! Who would have ever thought that once America's greatest enemy, would be playing baseball in a good will game against a team from the very city they devastated? I think that is incredible. To realize how much forgiveness has been exchanged since December 7, 1942.
For whom have you forgave?
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Now, I know that some of you don't like me. But, I'm going to tell you, "Jesus thinks I'm to die for!" Actually, Preach said that in his introduction last Sunday. So, that struck me because I know that Jesus died for the Preach just as he died for me... and you, for that matter.
Along the lines of forgiveness, I was having a conversation about baseball with a friend this past week. And somehow it went toward Little League, where many of my fondest memories lie. The Little League finale was set to be played later that day, and if I'm correct it involved a team from Japan and a team from Honolulu, Hawaii.
Wow! Who would have ever thought that once America's greatest enemy, would be playing baseball in a good will game against a team from the very city they devastated? I think that is incredible. To realize how much forgiveness has been exchanged since December 7, 1942.
For whom have you forgave?
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Sunday, August 29, 2010
Forecast - RAIN
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Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain. It's not something that most of us like to do, especially when we realize it is not going to end soon. Dismal days are here and we will be locked into the doldrums for a time to come.
It has been clear on the Central Oregon Coast for the past six weeks. Clear and sunshiny, and not a drop of rain. Don't get much better than that! So, just what am I talking about?
It really is raining but some of you don't even know why things feel wet! I'm talking about the Long Legged MacMuslim and his court. That's pretty dismal!
From the moment he appeared two years before his election, he scared the day light out of me. He was like a turtle found sunning himself on top of a fence post. Turtles can't climb, so who put him there? No one knew, and many didn't care. They only wanted a change. Hitler promised the same.
Within days of his inauguration, his popularity began to fade. The people saw him in his true form. He bows before foreign Muslim kings, and denounces the past policies of America. The same policies that built our country. He releases terrorists so they can fight us once again. De-criminalizes the other terrorist' conduct and moves their trials to a civilian court. He forces his social programs down our throats without much discussion. He raises our taxes and drives business to a stop. More entitlement programs than one could shake a stick at. Injects himself into local issues by ruling that a White cop beat his Black friend and that the Muslims have a religious right to build a mosque anywhere they want so they can continue their plans to destroy us. Who does he think he is? That answer is very scary!
Who voted for him anyway? Not many will now admit that. Perhaps my sister, or your daughter, or your father. Maybe your neighbor or even your dog and some illegal alliens. Someone lifted him to that fencepost!
You can put up your umbrella or stay inside, but it will still be raining. Close your eyes, but you will still hear it. Jump across the puddles, but your feet will still get wet. Bundle up, but it will still be cold outside. Turn on the wipers but your vision will still be blurred. The road might seem shiny and dry, but they are covered, half black, with ice just waiting to ruin you life.
"Rain, rain, won't you go away" are the words to the song that we are all singing now. And, like it always has, the rain will probably stop once again. And I hope that you will be happy.
But what will it be like by then? Although the sun shined again, it was a different world that Moses found when the rains stopped.
And, for us?
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Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain. It's not something that most of us like to do, especially when we realize it is not going to end soon. Dismal days are here and we will be locked into the doldrums for a time to come.
It has been clear on the Central Oregon Coast for the past six weeks. Clear and sunshiny, and not a drop of rain. Don't get much better than that! So, just what am I talking about?
It really is raining but some of you don't even know why things feel wet! I'm talking about the Long Legged MacMuslim and his court. That's pretty dismal!
From the moment he appeared two years before his election, he scared the day light out of me. He was like a turtle found sunning himself on top of a fence post. Turtles can't climb, so who put him there? No one knew, and many didn't care. They only wanted a change. Hitler promised the same.
Within days of his inauguration, his popularity began to fade. The people saw him in his true form. He bows before foreign Muslim kings, and denounces the past policies of America. The same policies that built our country. He releases terrorists so they can fight us once again. De-criminalizes the other terrorist' conduct and moves their trials to a civilian court. He forces his social programs down our throats without much discussion. He raises our taxes and drives business to a stop. More entitlement programs than one could shake a stick at. Injects himself into local issues by ruling that a White cop beat his Black friend and that the Muslims have a religious right to build a mosque anywhere they want so they can continue their plans to destroy us. Who does he think he is? That answer is very scary!
Who voted for him anyway? Not many will now admit that. Perhaps my sister, or your daughter, or your father. Maybe your neighbor or even your dog and some illegal alliens. Someone lifted him to that fencepost!
You can put up your umbrella or stay inside, but it will still be raining. Close your eyes, but you will still hear it. Jump across the puddles, but your feet will still get wet. Bundle up, but it will still be cold outside. Turn on the wipers but your vision will still be blurred. The road might seem shiny and dry, but they are covered, half black, with ice just waiting to ruin you life.
"Rain, rain, won't you go away" are the words to the song that we are all singing now. And, like it always has, the rain will probably stop once again. And I hope that you will be happy.
But what will it be like by then? Although the sun shined again, it was a different world that Moses found when the rains stopped.
And, for us?
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Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The real issue
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The real battle for religious freedom lurks beneath the Ground Zero mosque controversy. It is very sad that the public debate over it presents the mosque proponents as the partisans of American liberty. From the sharia shouting Imam Feisal Rauf, to the Long Legged MacMuslim, Mayor Bloomberg, and the rest of the Leftists.
When it comes to liberty, no one in this society has been given a wider berth than the Muslims.
Their vise grip on America has been cinched since the fall of Iran in the late 70's by the government, the media, and Hollywood.
They have put a “moderate” label on the Muslim Brotherhood who boldly promise to eliminate Western Civilization from within. American Muslims are not different from other Muslims. Their leadership of the mosques and Islamic centers is foreign. Their leadership is anti-Western and arrogant. In Islam, there is no more worse offense than to befriend the infidels.
I stand in awe by our government who straddle the line between preaching freedom of religion and cheerleading for terrorists.
Mosques in America are controlled by the Muslim Brotherhood and its satellites. During early 70's the Brotherhood began to buy properties across America to build their "Islamic centers,” which became the axis of the Islamist movement in America.
These Islamic centers owe their livelyhood and vision to their Brotherhood, and in return are funded by Middle East countries, particularly the Saudis. Their instructions are to immigrate but don’t integrate, infiltrate but don’t assimilate. And that they have done.
And theses Islamists are the true enemies of religious liberty. Ground Zero mosque proponents whether they realize it or not, are advancing their cause - against the will of the American people, under the guise of “religious freedom.” They know that, in contrast to the innate intolerance of sharia states, the United States opens its arms to people of all faiths, including Muslims.
The Ground Zero mosque controversy is not about religious liberty for Muslims. It is about whether Islam will thrive in the United States, and ultimately devour us.
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The real battle for religious freedom lurks beneath the Ground Zero mosque controversy. It is very sad that the public debate over it presents the mosque proponents as the partisans of American liberty. From the sharia shouting Imam Feisal Rauf, to the Long Legged MacMuslim, Mayor Bloomberg, and the rest of the Leftists.
When it comes to liberty, no one in this society has been given a wider berth than the Muslims.
Their vise grip on America has been cinched since the fall of Iran in the late 70's by the government, the media, and Hollywood.
They have put a “moderate” label on the Muslim Brotherhood who boldly promise to eliminate Western Civilization from within. American Muslims are not different from other Muslims. Their leadership of the mosques and Islamic centers is foreign. Their leadership is anti-Western and arrogant. In Islam, there is no more worse offense than to befriend the infidels.
I stand in awe by our government who straddle the line between preaching freedom of religion and cheerleading for terrorists.
Mosques in America are controlled by the Muslim Brotherhood and its satellites. During early 70's the Brotherhood began to buy properties across America to build their "Islamic centers,” which became the axis of the Islamist movement in America.
These Islamic centers owe their livelyhood and vision to their Brotherhood, and in return are funded by Middle East countries, particularly the Saudis. Their instructions are to immigrate but don’t integrate, infiltrate but don’t assimilate. And that they have done.
And theses Islamists are the true enemies of religious liberty. Ground Zero mosque proponents whether they realize it or not, are advancing their cause - against the will of the American people, under the guise of “religious freedom.” They know that, in contrast to the innate intolerance of sharia states, the United States opens its arms to people of all faiths, including Muslims.
The Ground Zero mosque controversy is not about religious liberty for Muslims. It is about whether Islam will thrive in the United States, and ultimately devour us.
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Monday, August 23, 2010
Beyond the Normal
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Our world is infatuated with everything which is more than normal. From the fictitious characters like Superman who can leap tall buildings in a single bound, and the Rifleman who could cock and fire his lever action carbine nearly as fast as a Gatling gun, to the real world people like Evil Knievel that could jump the Grand Canyon a rocket powered motorcycle, they all get our attention quick.
Being far beyond normal is to be extreme. Whether a swimmer that dives from a 300 foot cliff, the serial killer that avoids apprehension for years, the aggressive politician that will do anything to get elected, or the religious one that can never stop thumping, they are all extreme. And anyone who advocates, follows, supports, funds, encourages, or tolerates an extreme idea is an extremist himself.
Even though one who attends an extreme ski jumping competition most likely will never try it himself, he too is an extremist because he supports the sport by his mere interest. Or applauding an actor who removes his clothes in public is to support his conduct. And simply joining the Boy Scouts is to advocate their principals even though you might never earn a badge yourself.
And, just the same, to stand back and do nothing about which you dislike is equal to supporting it. Make sense? It doesn't involve me. It is not in my back yard. I'm not Jewish or Black. I don't live there. I don't care what's happening somewhere else. Those attitudes actually aid the goals and intentions of the offenders.
Few cared when the Nazis came for the Jews because they were not Jewish. But what happened when they came for the Poles? What are you going to do when they come to get you?
Now to the point. To be a part of, to me a member, to tolerate, to advocate, to accept anything which is extreme is to be an extremist yourself. Muslim extremists are in our spotlight today. But who is a Muslim extremist? Is it the guy that straps on the bomb to kill the innocent without discrimination during jihad in name of Allah? Or is it the follower who attends the mosque, bows to the Imam, chants for revenge and gives to support the doctrine that encourages the killing of all unbelievers? THEY ARE ONE IN THE SAME. Get it?
Islam. All of Islam. All Muslims. All mosques. They are all the same and are equally responsible for the carnage perpitrated by their doctrine. Whether they actually wear the bomb, or just chip in to buy it. All of Islam is extreme, by our definition, but not to theirs.
Regardless of the organization you attend, or the organization you fund, or the organization you applaud, your mere involvement is to support the ideology and doctrine of that oirganization. Whether you attend at a cathedral, a church, a synagogue, a mosque, a chapel, or a parrish; you support it's doctrine. Because if you didn't you wouldn't be there. And if the doctrine happens to be Islam, it is not extreme, but evil.
So, just like most of us will state there are no good Nazis, if you believe there are good Muslims because they are not all extreme, you are smoking your socks. They are ALL extremely evil by their very ideology and doctrine. Someone once said, "Everything I needed to know about Islam, I learned on 9/11."
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Our world is infatuated with everything which is more than normal. From the fictitious characters like Superman who can leap tall buildings in a single bound, and the Rifleman who could cock and fire his lever action carbine nearly as fast as a Gatling gun, to the real world people like Evil Knievel that could jump the Grand Canyon a rocket powered motorcycle, they all get our attention quick.
Being far beyond normal is to be extreme. Whether a swimmer that dives from a 300 foot cliff, the serial killer that avoids apprehension for years, the aggressive politician that will do anything to get elected, or the religious one that can never stop thumping, they are all extreme. And anyone who advocates, follows, supports, funds, encourages, or tolerates an extreme idea is an extremist himself.
Even though one who attends an extreme ski jumping competition most likely will never try it himself, he too is an extremist because he supports the sport by his mere interest. Or applauding an actor who removes his clothes in public is to support his conduct. And simply joining the Boy Scouts is to advocate their principals even though you might never earn a badge yourself.
And, just the same, to stand back and do nothing about which you dislike is equal to supporting it. Make sense? It doesn't involve me. It is not in my back yard. I'm not Jewish or Black. I don't live there. I don't care what's happening somewhere else. Those attitudes actually aid the goals and intentions of the offenders.
Few cared when the Nazis came for the Jews because they were not Jewish. But what happened when they came for the Poles? What are you going to do when they come to get you?
Now to the point. To be a part of, to me a member, to tolerate, to advocate, to accept anything which is extreme is to be an extremist yourself. Muslim extremists are in our spotlight today. But who is a Muslim extremist? Is it the guy that straps on the bomb to kill the innocent without discrimination during jihad in name of Allah? Or is it the follower who attends the mosque, bows to the Imam, chants for revenge and gives to support the doctrine that encourages the killing of all unbelievers? THEY ARE ONE IN THE SAME. Get it?
Islam. All of Islam. All Muslims. All mosques. They are all the same and are equally responsible for the carnage perpitrated by their doctrine. Whether they actually wear the bomb, or just chip in to buy it. All of Islam is extreme, by our definition, but not to theirs.
Regardless of the organization you attend, or the organization you fund, or the organization you applaud, your mere involvement is to support the ideology and doctrine of that oirganization. Whether you attend at a cathedral, a church, a synagogue, a mosque, a chapel, or a parrish; you support it's doctrine. Because if you didn't you wouldn't be there. And if the doctrine happens to be Islam, it is not extreme, but evil.
So, just like most of us will state there are no good Nazis, if you believe there are good Muslims because they are not all extreme, you are smoking your socks. They are ALL extremely evil by their very ideology and doctrine. Someone once said, "Everything I needed to know about Islam, I learned on 9/11."
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Friday, August 20, 2010
Average
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Who ever came up with the concept of average? Americans have been fascinated with averages the last 50 or so years. So fascinated in fact that we don't even realize what it is all about.
It's all over us. Average height, age, ability, income, intelligence, speed, temperature, eyesight, weight, rainfall, etc, etc. It's about being normal. Where everyone is the same. Where we are encouraged to be alike, and discouraged from being different. In the 50 percentile. Sort of like socialism.
But what if something is better than average? A better than average batting average make millions of dollar difference in a baseball player's salary. A better than average return average makes your stock broker a whiz. If you are taller than average you have a greater chance of dunking a basketball. If you are smarter than average you could be a genius. If you make more money than average you are considered rich. If the area you live is better than average in rainfall and temperature, it might be a paradise. If you drive faster than the average you might get there sooner.
What's the downside? If your test scores are below average you might be a dumb ass. Or if your income is lower than average you might be poor. If you weigh less than most everyone else, you might be too thin. If you die before the average life expectancy, you might have been unhealthy. If it does not rain where you live it could be considered a dust bowl. And if you drive slower that the average you could get a ticket.
So, what is the point with determining averages? Is it because you want to be average? To do what everyone else is doing? To look like they do? To be as smart as everyone else? To have what they have? To never be called fat or skinny? Or not to be called tall or short? Or to not be looked upon as smart or dumb?
Most Americans like just being average. In the middle fifty. Normal range. They never want to stand out in any way. March with the rest of the ducks. Blend into the group. But some, not so. They want to stand out. They prefer to be the life of the party. The drunkest one there. The smartest in the class. The sexiest. The best dresser. Or the fastest in the race.
Just an average Thought from the Dock.
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Who ever came up with the concept of average? Americans have been fascinated with averages the last 50 or so years. So fascinated in fact that we don't even realize what it is all about.
It's all over us. Average height, age, ability, income, intelligence, speed, temperature, eyesight, weight, rainfall, etc, etc. It's about being normal. Where everyone is the same. Where we are encouraged to be alike, and discouraged from being different. In the 50 percentile. Sort of like socialism.
But what if something is better than average? A better than average batting average make millions of dollar difference in a baseball player's salary. A better than average return average makes your stock broker a whiz. If you are taller than average you have a greater chance of dunking a basketball. If you are smarter than average you could be a genius. If you make more money than average you are considered rich. If the area you live is better than average in rainfall and temperature, it might be a paradise. If you drive faster than the average you might get there sooner.
What's the downside? If your test scores are below average you might be a dumb ass. Or if your income is lower than average you might be poor. If you weigh less than most everyone else, you might be too thin. If you die before the average life expectancy, you might have been unhealthy. If it does not rain where you live it could be considered a dust bowl. And if you drive slower that the average you could get a ticket.
So, what is the point with determining averages? Is it because you want to be average? To do what everyone else is doing? To look like they do? To be as smart as everyone else? To have what they have? To never be called fat or skinny? Or not to be called tall or short? Or to not be looked upon as smart or dumb?
Most Americans like just being average. In the middle fifty. Normal range. They never want to stand out in any way. March with the rest of the ducks. Blend into the group. But some, not so. They want to stand out. They prefer to be the life of the party. The drunkest one there. The smartest in the class. The sexiest. The best dresser. Or the fastest in the race.
Just an average Thought from the Dock.
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Are we there yet?
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In Those Days we lived along the "Right Side." The part of our country made famous during the settlement of early America. In the lands where Americans died in battle during the Revolutionary and Civil Wars.
And we had an early 60's vintage Chevrolet station wagon that could seat our family of seven fairly comfortably in the three rows of clear plastic covered seats. It was then that Mom decided to return to her birthplace on the "Left Side" for a visit with her mother and sisters who lived near San Francisco.
Although there was no global warming then, and Al Gore had not yet made millions scaring the heck out of us with his fabrication of an Inconvenient Truth, it was still pretty darn hot that summer. There was no air conditioning then, no movies playing in the headrests, no wireless telephones, no car seats, no slurpies at the gas stations, and no refrigerators with cold sodas in our car. The windows were kept down all day long and canvas water bags were hung on the bumper to provide a cool drink.
So with the luggage and ice chest strapped to the roof rack, which was in turn strapped to the rooftop, and the rear seats folded down to make a common area for the little ones, and the baby nestled between Mom and I on the front bench seat, we set out for the left coast.
Mom drove as long as she could before pulling of the road to nap. She slept sitting up behind the steering wheel as I watched over my siblings. 2800 miles in three days she drove. Few roadside rests and our only stops were to pee in the bushes, for gas, or to get fresh stuff for the sandwiches we made along the way. No motels. No cafes. No sightseeing stops.
We drove and sang songs when the radio lost the stations. We colored and argued amongst ourselves. We asked Mom over and over, "How much longer will it be?" Or, "Are we there yet?" every time she would pull off the highway, usually just to get gas. It was a struggle. For everyone.
But we made it. And Mom announced, "we're here!" And our struggles seemed to have made our trip that much more enjoyable because we wre there. And so it is with life in general. And many before me have attested that one must suffer to achieve salvation. So true. How can you appreciate anything when everything you have has been given to you?
No pain. No gain.
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In Those Days we lived along the "Right Side." The part of our country made famous during the settlement of early America. In the lands where Americans died in battle during the Revolutionary and Civil Wars.
And we had an early 60's vintage Chevrolet station wagon that could seat our family of seven fairly comfortably in the three rows of clear plastic covered seats. It was then that Mom decided to return to her birthplace on the "Left Side" for a visit with her mother and sisters who lived near San Francisco.
Although there was no global warming then, and Al Gore had not yet made millions scaring the heck out of us with his fabrication of an Inconvenient Truth, it was still pretty darn hot that summer. There was no air conditioning then, no movies playing in the headrests, no wireless telephones, no car seats, no slurpies at the gas stations, and no refrigerators with cold sodas in our car. The windows were kept down all day long and canvas water bags were hung on the bumper to provide a cool drink.
So with the luggage and ice chest strapped to the roof rack, which was in turn strapped to the rooftop, and the rear seats folded down to make a common area for the little ones, and the baby nestled between Mom and I on the front bench seat, we set out for the left coast.
Mom drove as long as she could before pulling of the road to nap. She slept sitting up behind the steering wheel as I watched over my siblings. 2800 miles in three days she drove. Few roadside rests and our only stops were to pee in the bushes, for gas, or to get fresh stuff for the sandwiches we made along the way. No motels. No cafes. No sightseeing stops.
We drove and sang songs when the radio lost the stations. We colored and argued amongst ourselves. We asked Mom over and over, "How much longer will it be?" Or, "Are we there yet?" every time she would pull off the highway, usually just to get gas. It was a struggle. For everyone.
But we made it. And Mom announced, "we're here!" And our struggles seemed to have made our trip that much more enjoyable because we wre there. And so it is with life in general. And many before me have attested that one must suffer to achieve salvation. So true. How can you appreciate anything when everything you have has been given to you?
No pain. No gain.
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Sunday, August 15, 2010
The Difference is
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Recently our Long Legged Halfblack President made a public comment to the press regarding the Mosque that is planned to be built just a few blocks from Ground Zero, NYC. The White house spokes person, Bill Burton, clarified the statement but emphasized the President stands by it.
I'll reprint it as published so that you won't get confused as to what the President's stance is regarding Muslims. Burton said, "What he said last night, and reaffirmed today, is that if a church, a synagogue, or a Hindu temple can be built on a site, you simply can not deny that right to those who want to build a mosque." Previously, the President had stated that the Muslims have the right to build a mosque near Ground Zero.
I'll give you a moment to digest that.
The President's statement was made to reflect religious freedom in America. I understand the freedom of religion issue, but the President does not rule on law. That's for a judge to decide. He did the same when he injected his position attacking the White cop that arrested his Black Harvard friend. And I say, that he should have kept his halfblack nose out of it.
But, the bigger issue issue here. Churches, synagogues, and Hindu temples do not glorify and encourage murdering innocent people, but mosques do. Religious freedom does not allow churches to do harm to anyone, either within their religion, or outside it. Remember how the government used tanks to enter the compound of Davis Karish when it was believed that he was sexually assaulting women and children in his own church in the name of his religion. How about how the FBI infiltrated the Black Panther Party and essentially shut it down? Or the Nazis? How about the Jewish Defense League. Now, I understand that many of you don't even know about these examples because you were too young, or too busy, or flat didn't care about them when they occurred.
Now, the Muslims are on the rise in America. Over 1200 mosques in 47 States have been built. And another 350 are set to be built by this year's end. Islamic clerics inside these mosques incite their followers. Islam, by it's own doctrine, calls for the murder of anyone that is not of their faith. It has long been known that Islamic clerics recruit people to detonate bombs against innocents. The clerics reward the families of the bombers and assure them that there is no higher honor than to die while committing jihad. And funding for these attacks are provided from the collections of the mosques. So, ALL Muslims are responsible for what occurs in the mosques.
So, that's the difference between the mosques and churches, synagogues, or temples. Religious freedom does NOT guarantee the right of the worshipers to kill people. So, I'll state that Islamic mosques have no right to preach their hatred ANYWHERE in America, and should ALL be destroyed, or kept under guard just like the KKK and Nazi camps. These Muslims present a far worse danger to us than Nazis, JDL, KKK, or the wacky Wacos ever did!
Think I make this up? No way! Government reports support what I said. But why does our government seem to do little about it? Other counties have shut down mosques. Why not we?
And since the Long Legged MacMuslim has once again proclaimed his loyalty to Islam, he too needs to be controlled.
Amen
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Recently our Long Legged Halfblack President made a public comment to the press regarding the Mosque that is planned to be built just a few blocks from Ground Zero, NYC. The White house spokes person, Bill Burton, clarified the statement but emphasized the President stands by it.
I'll reprint it as published so that you won't get confused as to what the President's stance is regarding Muslims. Burton said, "What he said last night, and reaffirmed today, is that if a church, a synagogue, or a Hindu temple can be built on a site, you simply can not deny that right to those who want to build a mosque." Previously, the President had stated that the Muslims have the right to build a mosque near Ground Zero.
I'll give you a moment to digest that.
The President's statement was made to reflect religious freedom in America. I understand the freedom of religion issue, but the President does not rule on law. That's for a judge to decide. He did the same when he injected his position attacking the White cop that arrested his Black Harvard friend. And I say, that he should have kept his halfblack nose out of it.
But, the bigger issue issue here. Churches, synagogues, and Hindu temples do not glorify and encourage murdering innocent people, but mosques do. Religious freedom does not allow churches to do harm to anyone, either within their religion, or outside it. Remember how the government used tanks to enter the compound of Davis Karish when it was believed that he was sexually assaulting women and children in his own church in the name of his religion. How about how the FBI infiltrated the Black Panther Party and essentially shut it down? Or the Nazis? How about the Jewish Defense League. Now, I understand that many of you don't even know about these examples because you were too young, or too busy, or flat didn't care about them when they occurred.
Now, the Muslims are on the rise in America. Over 1200 mosques in 47 States have been built. And another 350 are set to be built by this year's end. Islamic clerics inside these mosques incite their followers. Islam, by it's own doctrine, calls for the murder of anyone that is not of their faith. It has long been known that Islamic clerics recruit people to detonate bombs against innocents. The clerics reward the families of the bombers and assure them that there is no higher honor than to die while committing jihad. And funding for these attacks are provided from the collections of the mosques. So, ALL Muslims are responsible for what occurs in the mosques.
So, that's the difference between the mosques and churches, synagogues, or temples. Religious freedom does NOT guarantee the right of the worshipers to kill people. So, I'll state that Islamic mosques have no right to preach their hatred ANYWHERE in America, and should ALL be destroyed, or kept under guard just like the KKK and Nazi camps. These Muslims present a far worse danger to us than Nazis, JDL, KKK, or the wacky Wacos ever did!
Think I make this up? No way! Government reports support what I said. But why does our government seem to do little about it? Other counties have shut down mosques. Why not we?
And since the Long Legged MacMuslim has once again proclaimed his loyalty to Islam, he too needs to be controlled.
Amen
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Thursday, August 12, 2010
August 23, 1996
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Are your calenders marked for the soon approaching anniversary of August 23, 1996? It has been 14 years now, but how many of you even remember? Most of you, but I'm sure not all, can relate to the July 4Th and December 7Th dates in American history, but August 23?
It was August 23, 1996 when a little know camel jockey named Usama bin Laden declared "jihad" against the United States and the rest of the west. We didn't even know how to spell his name then, let alone knew what jihad was. And we laughed about how this rag tag, AK47 carrying Muslim could be any kind of threat to America. What weapons did they have outside of 1950's vintage rocket propelled grenades?
Well, we sure know now don't we? Now that he bought down the Twin Towers; something that no one would have ever imagined. Attacks on our embassies abroad, the near sinking of one of most modern naval warships, biological attacks and bombings against our European friends, and the murders of thousands of infidels.
"Infidels," what's that? Who knew what an infidel was then, or even now for that matter? Who in America really knew what Islam was, or is even now. Well, Islam is a religious doctrine that supports the murdering of infidels through jihad. And the infidel is you! And dying while committing jihad has no greater glory to Allah, the Islamic god. And all Muslims are sworn to Islam. And here we are today.
While the tolerating American views welcomed the Islamic culture, we smiled about the ash spot on their foreheads, their dress, their music, and their dedication to prayer every few hours while bowing and facing east, they flourished. They built thousands of mosques all across our country. They stopped traffic while they bowed in the streets of our big cities to pray, while we fought to remove crosses from our schools and public areas. They abused their American freedoms, while they waged jihad killing both our soldiers and civilians everywhere. We have an American President welcoming the Muslim community, thanking them for their contributions to the world, and protecting their freedom of religion.
And we still don't get it. We don't understand that all Muslims are our enemies. Because all Muslims practice Islam. And the Islamic doctrine promotes the killing of all infidels. And once again, you are the infidel. How then can you support those that are pledged to kill you?
You know, most Americans seem to agree that Nazis are evil. But they only hate Jews and people of color. Muslims on the other hand hate everyone who is not of their religion. Compare those numbers! It's not just the radical followers of Islam, but it is all of Islam because of their doctrine. And that is all Muslims, not just those carrying the RPG's.
Wake up! There is nothing worse that we can do but to do nothing!
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Are your calenders marked for the soon approaching anniversary of August 23, 1996? It has been 14 years now, but how many of you even remember? Most of you, but I'm sure not all, can relate to the July 4Th and December 7Th dates in American history, but August 23?
It was August 23, 1996 when a little know camel jockey named Usama bin Laden declared "jihad" against the United States and the rest of the west. We didn't even know how to spell his name then, let alone knew what jihad was. And we laughed about how this rag tag, AK47 carrying Muslim could be any kind of threat to America. What weapons did they have outside of 1950's vintage rocket propelled grenades?
Well, we sure know now don't we? Now that he bought down the Twin Towers; something that no one would have ever imagined. Attacks on our embassies abroad, the near sinking of one of most modern naval warships, biological attacks and bombings against our European friends, and the murders of thousands of infidels.
"Infidels," what's that? Who knew what an infidel was then, or even now for that matter? Who in America really knew what Islam was, or is even now. Well, Islam is a religious doctrine that supports the murdering of infidels through jihad. And the infidel is you! And dying while committing jihad has no greater glory to Allah, the Islamic god. And all Muslims are sworn to Islam. And here we are today.
While the tolerating American views welcomed the Islamic culture, we smiled about the ash spot on their foreheads, their dress, their music, and their dedication to prayer every few hours while bowing and facing east, they flourished. They built thousands of mosques all across our country. They stopped traffic while they bowed in the streets of our big cities to pray, while we fought to remove crosses from our schools and public areas. They abused their American freedoms, while they waged jihad killing both our soldiers and civilians everywhere. We have an American President welcoming the Muslim community, thanking them for their contributions to the world, and protecting their freedom of religion.
And we still don't get it. We don't understand that all Muslims are our enemies. Because all Muslims practice Islam. And the Islamic doctrine promotes the killing of all infidels. And once again, you are the infidel. How then can you support those that are pledged to kill you?
You know, most Americans seem to agree that Nazis are evil. But they only hate Jews and people of color. Muslims on the other hand hate everyone who is not of their religion. Compare those numbers! It's not just the radical followers of Islam, but it is all of Islam because of their doctrine. And that is all Muslims, not just those carrying the RPG's.
Wake up! There is nothing worse that we can do but to do nothing!
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Sunday, August 8, 2010
The vast majority
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In the previous post, I discussed how and why America is destined to fall someday, perhaps sooner than our vast majority cares to realize. For a case in point, take a look at Europe. For those of you that immigrated to America from there, or those that have descendants there, or those that travel abroad frequently, you might know what I mean.
Europe is not what it was even 30 years ago. It is not the same region that your parents left. It's not the same place that your relatives struggle to live. Many call it Europia now. It has been overwhelmed by Asian, Middle Eastern, and African influence. They share a common currency and have no control over their borders. Now you might think that is good. You know, diversity I mean. That popular word practiced in America during the last 10 years. It's the right way. Tolerate, accept, teach and promote all people and cultures from all over the world. Sounds good. But it isn't.
Now you might say the vast majority of these people and their cultures are good, and that is good for everyone. But is it? We're likely to agree that the vast majority of Germans were not Nazi's during Hitler's reign, but he took Germany to war and genocide while the vast majority watched. And you would agree the vast majority of the Japanese empire were not savages bent on ruling the world. And you would agree the vast majority of the Chinese do not support communism. And the vast majority of Muslims are not radicals. But the vast majority of the members of these cultures are acountable for the actions of all.
Although these cultures have resulted in the murders of billions of innocent people through out history, we in America accept these cultures even though many of them are Hell bent on destroying our way of life.
And, in particular, I'm talking about Muslims. Not the vast majority of Muslims, but all Muslims. All Muslims even though there is only a small percent of them that wear suicide vests. All Muslims, because all Muslims believe that the "Infidels" (that mean us) are their enemies, and should be killed at every opportunity. All Muslims because they do nothing to stop the radicals from wearing their bomb vests. All Muslims because they support and fund jihad through their mosques. Just like all Germans were responsable for the atrocities of the Nazis.
So, even though the vast majority of these people might not support their culture any longer, they do nothing to stop the carnage their culture creates. So even though the vast majority of Americans are ignorant about what is happening to America, they too can not be excused.
So, I make a plea to all Americans. Stop accepting. Stop tolerating. Stop welcoming. Stop embracing. Stop being politically correct. Stop stepping aside to let other cultures thrive. Stop ignoring the evil ways of these cultures. Stop allowing mosques to be built so that they can then fund their jihad. Quit looking the other way like the vast majority of Germans did. And stop teaching these principles to your children.
In Thirty years, Europe has all but been conquered by Muslims. And they have been already working their strategy in America for 10 years. They are applying their culture and beliefs as representatives in our government, as teachers in our schools and universities, and as judges in our courts because the vast majority of Americans allow it. The vast majority of the Muslims need to be held accountable for all Muslims.
Thirty years is not that far away. For me, the fight here will likely be over by then. But for my grandchildren.....
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In the previous post, I discussed how and why America is destined to fall someday, perhaps sooner than our vast majority cares to realize. For a case in point, take a look at Europe. For those of you that immigrated to America from there, or those that have descendants there, or those that travel abroad frequently, you might know what I mean.
Europe is not what it was even 30 years ago. It is not the same region that your parents left. It's not the same place that your relatives struggle to live. Many call it Europia now. It has been overwhelmed by Asian, Middle Eastern, and African influence. They share a common currency and have no control over their borders. Now you might think that is good. You know, diversity I mean. That popular word practiced in America during the last 10 years. It's the right way. Tolerate, accept, teach and promote all people and cultures from all over the world. Sounds good. But it isn't.
Now you might say the vast majority of these people and their cultures are good, and that is good for everyone. But is it? We're likely to agree that the vast majority of Germans were not Nazi's during Hitler's reign, but he took Germany to war and genocide while the vast majority watched. And you would agree the vast majority of the Japanese empire were not savages bent on ruling the world. And you would agree the vast majority of the Chinese do not support communism. And the vast majority of Muslims are not radicals. But the vast majority of the members of these cultures are acountable for the actions of all.
Although these cultures have resulted in the murders of billions of innocent people through out history, we in America accept these cultures even though many of them are Hell bent on destroying our way of life.
And, in particular, I'm talking about Muslims. Not the vast majority of Muslims, but all Muslims. All Muslims even though there is only a small percent of them that wear suicide vests. All Muslims, because all Muslims believe that the "Infidels" (that mean us) are their enemies, and should be killed at every opportunity. All Muslims because they do nothing to stop the radicals from wearing their bomb vests. All Muslims because they support and fund jihad through their mosques. Just like all Germans were responsable for the atrocities of the Nazis.
So, even though the vast majority of these people might not support their culture any longer, they do nothing to stop the carnage their culture creates. So even though the vast majority of Americans are ignorant about what is happening to America, they too can not be excused.
So, I make a plea to all Americans. Stop accepting. Stop tolerating. Stop welcoming. Stop embracing. Stop being politically correct. Stop stepping aside to let other cultures thrive. Stop ignoring the evil ways of these cultures. Stop allowing mosques to be built so that they can then fund their jihad. Quit looking the other way like the vast majority of Germans did. And stop teaching these principles to your children.
In Thirty years, Europe has all but been conquered by Muslims. And they have been already working their strategy in America for 10 years. They are applying their culture and beliefs as representatives in our government, as teachers in our schools and universities, and as judges in our courts because the vast majority of Americans allow it. The vast majority of the Muslims need to be held accountable for all Muslims.
Thirty years is not that far away. For me, the fight here will likely be over by then. But for my grandchildren.....
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Friday, August 6, 2010
Destined
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I am by no means a world history expert, but probably like you, I have a general understanding of the past. The difference is though, that I know that America will follow every other world power in it's rise and to it's fall. I think we all can see it coming, but most of us don't really believe it will someday happen.
From the earliest times of recorded history, various countries or empires have come to power, then suddenly fall. Some have vanished completely while others still exist but have only a claim to their fame.
Egyptians, Persians, Asians, Europeans, Middle Easterners, and Africans all have had a piece of the pie, but lost it. Some have regained it, while others collapsed into the dust. Israel, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Poland, Russia, England, China, Turkey, and Japan have all risen, and fallen in modern times. All of which reigned only for a few hundred years. Some collapsed suddenly, others more gradually, but all have failed eventually.
Countries and empires fall from power, usually from very similar reasons. Whether they were ruled by monarchs, dictators, elected officials, or whether they were comminist, socialist, democracies, or republics, they failed. Their people rebelled over taxes and the wealth acquired by their rulers. They fall because their population divides itself by religion, culture, language, race, and class.
So what is destined for America? We have been around only a few hundred years, risen to a world power with the last 80, reached our good time during the last 40, and are beginning our slide during the last 20. It's not that America will be conquered by some foreign invader, but more likely will be attacked from within. And the evidence seems to reflect that has all ready begun.
Our nation is being divided by declining morals, ethics, languages, cultures, and religious extremists. Each out to gain total control. Uncontrolled immigration, exploitations of our constitutionally guaranteed freedoms, and greed are driving America deeper into destruction.
The question, "How much longer will we be America?" Will the collapse be within my lifetime, my grand children's, or their children? I don't know. But things certainly can not sustain themselves as they are. So, what should we do? Just let it be? Sing songs and sit back as life as we know it crumbles before our eyes? Who really cares? You? Or do you have the blinders on and refuse to believe our destiny?
Even the Thought Dock is nearly exhausted and will someday crumble, only to be quietly consumed by the waters beneath.
Enjoy your weekend and welcome back to those that have been gone.
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I am by no means a world history expert, but probably like you, I have a general understanding of the past. The difference is though, that I know that America will follow every other world power in it's rise and to it's fall. I think we all can see it coming, but most of us don't really believe it will someday happen.
From the earliest times of recorded history, various countries or empires have come to power, then suddenly fall. Some have vanished completely while others still exist but have only a claim to their fame.
Egyptians, Persians, Asians, Europeans, Middle Easterners, and Africans all have had a piece of the pie, but lost it. Some have regained it, while others collapsed into the dust. Israel, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Poland, Russia, England, China, Turkey, and Japan have all risen, and fallen in modern times. All of which reigned only for a few hundred years. Some collapsed suddenly, others more gradually, but all have failed eventually.
Countries and empires fall from power, usually from very similar reasons. Whether they were ruled by monarchs, dictators, elected officials, or whether they were comminist, socialist, democracies, or republics, they failed. Their people rebelled over taxes and the wealth acquired by their rulers. They fall because their population divides itself by religion, culture, language, race, and class.
So what is destined for America? We have been around only a few hundred years, risen to a world power with the last 80, reached our good time during the last 40, and are beginning our slide during the last 20. It's not that America will be conquered by some foreign invader, but more likely will be attacked from within. And the evidence seems to reflect that has all ready begun.
Our nation is being divided by declining morals, ethics, languages, cultures, and religious extremists. Each out to gain total control. Uncontrolled immigration, exploitations of our constitutionally guaranteed freedoms, and greed are driving America deeper into destruction.
The question, "How much longer will we be America?" Will the collapse be within my lifetime, my grand children's, or their children? I don't know. But things certainly can not sustain themselves as they are. So, what should we do? Just let it be? Sing songs and sit back as life as we know it crumbles before our eyes? Who really cares? You? Or do you have the blinders on and refuse to believe our destiny?
Even the Thought Dock is nearly exhausted and will someday crumble, only to be quietly consumed by the waters beneath.
Enjoy your weekend and welcome back to those that have been gone.
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010
United We Stand...
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........ Divided We Fall.
Dick Lamm is former Governor of Colorado. Here is a transcript of a speech he have in 2005 at and immigration conference in Washington DC. Keep in mind that this occurred before the Arizona Law debate, before the California Gay Marriage issue, before the Mosque debate at Ground Zero, before the last Presidential election, and before Pelosi control of the House and Senate. I did redact portions of his speech, but it can be viewed in it's entirety through researching the Internet. Thanks DD for contributing the information.
In response to a presentation given by Victor Hansen Davis about how immigration - both legal and illegal was destroying the entire state of California, former Governor Lamm spoke about how America could be destroyed in 8 easy steps.
He stated, "If you believe that America is too smug, too self-satisfied, too rich, then let's destroy America . It is not that hard to do. No nation in history has survived the ravages of time. Arnold Toynbee observed that all great civilizations rise and fall and that 'An autopsy of history would show that all great nations commit suicide."
FIRST, "Turn America into a bilingual or multi-lingual and bicultural country. History shows that no nation can survive the tension, conflict, and antagonism of two or more competing languages and cultures. It is a blessing for an individual to be bilingual; however, it is a curse for a society to be bilingual. "
SECOND, "Invent 'multiculturalism' and encourage immigrants to maintain their culture. Make it an article of belief that all cultures are equal. Make it an article of faith that the Black and Hispanic dropout rates are due solely to prejudice and discrimination by the majority. Every other explanation is out of bounds."
THIRD, "The United States could become a 'Hispanic Quebec' without much effort. The key is to celebrate diversity rather than unity. Without the dominance that once dictated ethnocentricity and what it meant to be an American, we are left with only tolerance and pluralism to hold us together. We could encourage all immigrants to keep their own language and culture. We could replace the melting pot metaphor with the salad bowl metaphor. It is important to ensure that we have various cultural subgroups living in America enforcing their differences rather than as Americans, emphasizing their similarities."
FOURTH, "We could make our fastest growing demographic group the least educated. I would add a second underclass, unassimilated, undereducated, and antagonistic to our population. We would have this second underclass have a 50% dropout rate from high school."
FIFTH, " We could get big foundations and business to give these efforts lots of money. We could invest in ethnic identity, and could establish the cult of 'Victimology.' We could get all minorities to think that their lack of success was the fault of the majority. We could start a grievance industry blaming all minority failure on the majority population."
SIXTH, "America 's downfall would include dual citizenship, and promote divided loyalties. We would celebrate diversity over unity. We would stress differences rather than similarities. Diverse people worldwide are mostly engaged in hating each other - that is, when they are not killing each other. A diverse, peaceful, or stable society is against most historical precedent. People undervalue the unity it takes to keep a nation together.
SEVENTH, "We could place all subjects off limits; make it taboo to talk about anything against the cult of 'diversity.' We would find a word similar to 'heretic' in the 16th century - that stopped discussion and paralyzed thinking. Words like 'racist' or 'xenophobe' halt discussion and debate. Having made America a bilingual/bicultural country, having established multi-culturism, having the large foundations fund the doctrine of 'Victimology,' we could next make it impossible to enforce our immigration laws. We would develop a mantra: That because immigration has been good for America , it must always be good. I would make every individual immigrant symmetric and ignore the cumulative impact of millions of them."
In the last minute of his speech, Governor Lamm wiped his brow. Profound silence followed.
Finally he said, "Lastly, EIGHTH, we could censor Victor Hanson Davis's book "Mexifornia." His book is dangerous. It exposes the plan to destroy America . If you feel America deserves to be destroyed, don't read that book."
Lamm's speech recieved no applause. A chilling fear quietly rose like an ominous cloud above every attendee at the conference. Every American in that room knew that everything Lamm enumerated was proceeding methodically, quietly, darkly, yet pervasively across the United States today. Discussion is being suppressed.
Over 100 languages are ripping the foundation of our educational system and national cohesiveness. Even barbaric cultures that practice female genital mutilation are growing as we celebrate 'diversity.' American jobs are vanishing into the Third World as corporations create a Third World in America - take note of California and other states - to date, ten million illegal aliens and growing fast. It is reminiscent of George Orwell's book "1984." In that story, three slogans are engraved in the Ministry of Truth building: "War is peace," "Freedom is slavery," and "Ignorance is strength."
Governor Lamm walked back to his seat. It dawned on everyone at the conference that our nation and the future of this great democracy is deeply in trouble and worsening fast. If we don't get this immigration monster stopped within three years, it will rage like a California wildfire and destroy everything in its path especially The American Dream, the Thought Dock
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........ Divided We Fall.
Dick Lamm is former Governor of Colorado. Here is a transcript of a speech he have in 2005 at and immigration conference in Washington DC. Keep in mind that this occurred before the Arizona Law debate, before the California Gay Marriage issue, before the Mosque debate at Ground Zero, before the last Presidential election, and before Pelosi control of the House and Senate. I did redact portions of his speech, but it can be viewed in it's entirety through researching the Internet. Thanks DD for contributing the information.
In response to a presentation given by Victor Hansen Davis about how immigration - both legal and illegal was destroying the entire state of California, former Governor Lamm spoke about how America could be destroyed in 8 easy steps.
He stated, "If you believe that America is too smug, too self-satisfied, too rich, then let's destroy America . It is not that hard to do. No nation in history has survived the ravages of time. Arnold Toynbee observed that all great civilizations rise and fall and that 'An autopsy of history would show that all great nations commit suicide."
FIRST, "Turn America into a bilingual or multi-lingual and bicultural country. History shows that no nation can survive the tension, conflict, and antagonism of two or more competing languages and cultures. It is a blessing for an individual to be bilingual; however, it is a curse for a society to be bilingual. "
SECOND, "Invent 'multiculturalism' and encourage immigrants to maintain their culture. Make it an article of belief that all cultures are equal. Make it an article of faith that the Black and Hispanic dropout rates are due solely to prejudice and discrimination by the majority. Every other explanation is out of bounds."
THIRD, "The United States could become a 'Hispanic Quebec' without much effort. The key is to celebrate diversity rather than unity. Without the dominance that once dictated ethnocentricity and what it meant to be an American, we are left with only tolerance and pluralism to hold us together. We could encourage all immigrants to keep their own language and culture. We could replace the melting pot metaphor with the salad bowl metaphor. It is important to ensure that we have various cultural subgroups living in America enforcing their differences rather than as Americans, emphasizing their similarities."
FOURTH, "We could make our fastest growing demographic group the least educated. I would add a second underclass, unassimilated, undereducated, and antagonistic to our population. We would have this second underclass have a 50% dropout rate from high school."
FIFTH, " We could get big foundations and business to give these efforts lots of money. We could invest in ethnic identity, and could establish the cult of 'Victimology.' We could get all minorities to think that their lack of success was the fault of the majority. We could start a grievance industry blaming all minority failure on the majority population."
SIXTH, "America 's downfall would include dual citizenship, and promote divided loyalties. We would celebrate diversity over unity. We would stress differences rather than similarities. Diverse people worldwide are mostly engaged in hating each other - that is, when they are not killing each other. A diverse, peaceful, or stable society is against most historical precedent. People undervalue the unity it takes to keep a nation together.
SEVENTH, "We could place all subjects off limits; make it taboo to talk about anything against the cult of 'diversity.' We would find a word similar to 'heretic' in the 16th century - that stopped discussion and paralyzed thinking. Words like 'racist' or 'xenophobe' halt discussion and debate. Having made America a bilingual/bicultural country, having established multi-culturism, having the large foundations fund the doctrine of 'Victimology,' we could next make it impossible to enforce our immigration laws. We would develop a mantra: That because immigration has been good for America , it must always be good. I would make every individual immigrant symmetric and ignore the cumulative impact of millions of them."
In the last minute of his speech, Governor Lamm wiped his brow. Profound silence followed.
Finally he said, "Lastly, EIGHTH, we could censor Victor Hanson Davis's book "Mexifornia." His book is dangerous. It exposes the plan to destroy America . If you feel America deserves to be destroyed, don't read that book."
Lamm's speech recieved no applause. A chilling fear quietly rose like an ominous cloud above every attendee at the conference. Every American in that room knew that everything Lamm enumerated was proceeding methodically, quietly, darkly, yet pervasively across the United States today. Discussion is being suppressed.
Over 100 languages are ripping the foundation of our educational system and national cohesiveness. Even barbaric cultures that practice female genital mutilation are growing as we celebrate 'diversity.' American jobs are vanishing into the Third World as corporations create a Third World in America - take note of California and other states - to date, ten million illegal aliens and growing fast. It is reminiscent of George Orwell's book "1984." In that story, three slogans are engraved in the Ministry of Truth building: "War is peace," "Freedom is slavery," and "Ignorance is strength."
Governor Lamm walked back to his seat. It dawned on everyone at the conference that our nation and the future of this great democracy is deeply in trouble and worsening fast. If we don't get this immigration monster stopped within three years, it will rage like a California wildfire and destroy everything in its path especially The American Dream, the Thought Dock
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Monday, August 2, 2010
Is it cold in here, or is it just you (or me)?
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In Those Days, Mom gave me a diary for my birthday. I know many of you might think that was an odd gift for a 14 year old boy, but I thought it was really cool. She had one, and like most others having diaries, no one was ever allowed to see what was written inside. They were secret in a sense, only to be read by yourself or someone else at a later time. Much later.
I carried mine with me to school. The bus/train ride consumed about two hours each way, and I would huddle in a seat by myself while I wrote. You know, personal things. Things that I never really understood. Like the German girl, Inge, that I met in town. She was older and smart, with really big boobs, but I knew I never had a chance with her because she was outside my league. I'd write about my parents, siblings, and school teachers. And how I got creamed trying to make that game saving tackle, and how my baseball coach told me to try to get on base with a walk. I thought he did it because he had no faith that I could get a hit.
I often wonder what ever happened to that diary, and my Mom's as well. I know I had it until I got married, but then what? I wish I had it now. Nobody ever got to read them as they were intended. Not I, nor anyone else that I knew anyway. Perhaps some stranger picked it out of the trash and gave it to a museum somewhere, but likely not. More likely it rotted and has returned itself to the earth somehow. And nobody really cares but me.
Now, some 45 years later, nobody that I know keeps a diary. They are called "journals" now days anyway. But there are blogs, and a whole lot of people like me, write them. But blogs are different than diaries or journals.
This blog first began much like a diary. I didn't care if anybody read it. It was just a means for me to know me. And as it evolved, I learned that there were others that enjoyed reading it for some reason or another. Some wanted to argue. Others laughed, while most just raised a brow and thought, "Wow, did he just say that?"
This blog is not secret, and it is no longer meant for me to discover me. It for you to discover you, through me. It is to speak the truth by saying what needs to be said. To remind you of where we have been. To awaken you so that you will see where we are going. To credit those worthy of credit and to bring to light the darkness of others. And to praise our Lord.
But sometimes I ask my self, "Is it cold in here, or is it just you?" If it were not for the counter, I would wonder whether anyone is actually reading. I know that you are there, but I sure wish you'd speak up. Certainly you have an opinion. I welcome those whether or not you agree with me. It's time to get off your butts. To awake. To stand for what you believe. To be American.
To do what you can to keep it America. To rise against corruption. To rebuild you ethics. And to comment, like you did with some of the older posts!
Or, is it time that you just begin, or continue writing in your own "secret" diary, just waiting for someone to read it when it's too late?
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In Those Days, Mom gave me a diary for my birthday. I know many of you might think that was an odd gift for a 14 year old boy, but I thought it was really cool. She had one, and like most others having diaries, no one was ever allowed to see what was written inside. They were secret in a sense, only to be read by yourself or someone else at a later time. Much later.
I carried mine with me to school. The bus/train ride consumed about two hours each way, and I would huddle in a seat by myself while I wrote. You know, personal things. Things that I never really understood. Like the German girl, Inge, that I met in town. She was older and smart, with really big boobs, but I knew I never had a chance with her because she was outside my league. I'd write about my parents, siblings, and school teachers. And how I got creamed trying to make that game saving tackle, and how my baseball coach told me to try to get on base with a walk. I thought he did it because he had no faith that I could get a hit.
I often wonder what ever happened to that diary, and my Mom's as well. I know I had it until I got married, but then what? I wish I had it now. Nobody ever got to read them as they were intended. Not I, nor anyone else that I knew anyway. Perhaps some stranger picked it out of the trash and gave it to a museum somewhere, but likely not. More likely it rotted and has returned itself to the earth somehow. And nobody really cares but me.
Now, some 45 years later, nobody that I know keeps a diary. They are called "journals" now days anyway. But there are blogs, and a whole lot of people like me, write them. But blogs are different than diaries or journals.
This blog first began much like a diary. I didn't care if anybody read it. It was just a means for me to know me. And as it evolved, I learned that there were others that enjoyed reading it for some reason or another. Some wanted to argue. Others laughed, while most just raised a brow and thought, "Wow, did he just say that?"
This blog is not secret, and it is no longer meant for me to discover me. It for you to discover you, through me. It is to speak the truth by saying what needs to be said. To remind you of where we have been. To awaken you so that you will see where we are going. To credit those worthy of credit and to bring to light the darkness of others. And to praise our Lord.
But sometimes I ask my self, "Is it cold in here, or is it just you?" If it were not for the counter, I would wonder whether anyone is actually reading. I know that you are there, but I sure wish you'd speak up. Certainly you have an opinion. I welcome those whether or not you agree with me. It's time to get off your butts. To awake. To stand for what you believe. To be American.
To do what you can to keep it America. To rise against corruption. To rebuild you ethics. And to comment, like you did with some of the older posts!
Or, is it time that you just begin, or continue writing in your own "secret" diary, just waiting for someone to read it when it's too late?
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Friday, July 30, 2010
Picking Peanuts; the beginning.
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Not so very long ago, but before many of you were around, or before most of you can remember, or before most of you even cared, a decision made by a simple peanut farmer would affect our lives in America for generations to come. It was then (circa 1975) that a very famous peanut farmer, after a hard days work, took it upon himself to give a Presidential Pardon to 12 million illegal aliens in America. And so it began.
Since then, it is merely a federal civil law violation to climb the fence into America. That means, unlike in Iran, Korea or China, you can't be sent to jail, but merely deported if caught. So more and more people from around the world flocked into America because there was no penalty, or even a means to stop it.
But nearly all illegal entries into America soon become Federal Criminal law violations. Most falsify federal documents like work visas (green cards), social security cards and pass ports, to land them employment and social benefits. And other federal crimes are committed as well, like smuggling, counterfeiting, narcotic trading, and terrorism. And when caught, that could subject them to a federal prison term. But until recently, few cared.
You know, all cops have the authority to enforce any law violation, whether state, federal, county, or municipal that occurs within their jurisdiction. That's why our 12-man municipal police department can make arrests for state crimes like drunk driving, and federal violations including bank robbery, counterfeiting, and drug smuggling.
But now, our federal government does not want our local authorities to make arrests for certain federal law violations involving illegal immigration. Yet they want local help to combat funny money manufacturing, drug smuggling, terrorism, bank robbery, and the counterfeiting of federal documents. And at the same time, the feds overlook sanctuary cities that host illegal federal activity.
So, what would happen if our local cops enforced all federal laws equally? Forget about immigration, look the other way the next time the bank gets robbed, or fail to cooperate in medicare fraud and terrorism investigations.
From my perspective the feds can not have it both ways. They can't just pick and choose.
The bank gets robbed; call the FBI. Someone makes a phony $100 bill; call the Secret Service. A male of mid-eastern decent, aged 18-35 is hiding briefacses at the airport; call Homeland Defense. Sounds crazy, but it wouldn't take long for the feds to realize their ignorance and politics.
Now, who would have ever imagined what a failing peanut farm would lead to?
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Not so very long ago, but before many of you were around, or before most of you can remember, or before most of you even cared, a decision made by a simple peanut farmer would affect our lives in America for generations to come. It was then (circa 1975) that a very famous peanut farmer, after a hard days work, took it upon himself to give a Presidential Pardon to 12 million illegal aliens in America. And so it began.
Since then, it is merely a federal civil law violation to climb the fence into America. That means, unlike in Iran, Korea or China, you can't be sent to jail, but merely deported if caught. So more and more people from around the world flocked into America because there was no penalty, or even a means to stop it.
But nearly all illegal entries into America soon become Federal Criminal law violations. Most falsify federal documents like work visas (green cards), social security cards and pass ports, to land them employment and social benefits. And other federal crimes are committed as well, like smuggling, counterfeiting, narcotic trading, and terrorism. And when caught, that could subject them to a federal prison term. But until recently, few cared.
You know, all cops have the authority to enforce any law violation, whether state, federal, county, or municipal that occurs within their jurisdiction. That's why our 12-man municipal police department can make arrests for state crimes like drunk driving, and federal violations including bank robbery, counterfeiting, and drug smuggling.
But now, our federal government does not want our local authorities to make arrests for certain federal law violations involving illegal immigration. Yet they want local help to combat funny money manufacturing, drug smuggling, terrorism, bank robbery, and the counterfeiting of federal documents. And at the same time, the feds overlook sanctuary cities that host illegal federal activity.
So, what would happen if our local cops enforced all federal laws equally? Forget about immigration, look the other way the next time the bank gets robbed, or fail to cooperate in medicare fraud and terrorism investigations.
From my perspective the feds can not have it both ways. They can't just pick and choose.
The bank gets robbed; call the FBI. Someone makes a phony $100 bill; call the Secret Service. A male of mid-eastern decent, aged 18-35 is hiding briefacses at the airport; call Homeland Defense. Sounds crazy, but it wouldn't take long for the feds to realize their ignorance and politics.
Now, who would have ever imagined what a failing peanut farm would lead to?
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tone the Bell
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I'm hoping that you have heard about the uprising by the taxpayers in Bell, California yesterday. But if you have not, I'll recap.
Somehow, it came to the attention of the residents that the mayor of their city was salaried at nearly 800k and the police chief drew a comfortable 350+. I think the medium income in Bell was around 45K, so it was odd that the mayor's income was twice that of the Long Legged Halfblack MacMuslim's and their police chief's compensation was the highest of any chief in America, twice that of the one in Los Angeles.
So the residents rallied and demanded their resignations. The city council countered by slashing their salaries by 90%, And in the end, think the mayor and chief were forced to resign. Hurrah for the people! A great example of what the people can do if they put their mind to it.
In thinking about this incident a little deeper, I wondered how could the salaries of these people have risen to that level in the first place. Surely they were not hired on at that level.
So the blame must be put onto the backs of the community itself! While the taxpayers were away earning their income to pay their taxes, the politicians quietly raised their salaries without the approval, or knowledge of their constituents, It was what is precisely going on throughout America today.
Yeah, I know most of you get bored talking about politics let alone paying attention to it. It's so much more pleasant to kick back with a beer and watch America's got Talent or Nascar rather than Fox News. But you have to wake up. Pay attention. This certainly is not an isolated case of political abuse!
John Kerry stores his yacht in a state neighboring his resident state and avoids paying 500k a year in taxes? It's not the tax cheating that gets me, it's the value of the boat on which the taxes are assessed. The thing must be worth a large fortune! And it all came by way of his political salaries over the years. And incidents like these are everywhere and we don't even see it.
So, pay attention and Tone their Bells!
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I'm hoping that you have heard about the uprising by the taxpayers in Bell, California yesterday. But if you have not, I'll recap.
Somehow, it came to the attention of the residents that the mayor of their city was salaried at nearly 800k and the police chief drew a comfortable 350+. I think the medium income in Bell was around 45K, so it was odd that the mayor's income was twice that of the Long Legged Halfblack MacMuslim's and their police chief's compensation was the highest of any chief in America, twice that of the one in Los Angeles.
So the residents rallied and demanded their resignations. The city council countered by slashing their salaries by 90%, And in the end, think the mayor and chief were forced to resign. Hurrah for the people! A great example of what the people can do if they put their mind to it.
In thinking about this incident a little deeper, I wondered how could the salaries of these people have risen to that level in the first place. Surely they were not hired on at that level.
So the blame must be put onto the backs of the community itself! While the taxpayers were away earning their income to pay their taxes, the politicians quietly raised their salaries without the approval, or knowledge of their constituents, It was what is precisely going on throughout America today.
Yeah, I know most of you get bored talking about politics let alone paying attention to it. It's so much more pleasant to kick back with a beer and watch America's got Talent or Nascar rather than Fox News. But you have to wake up. Pay attention. This certainly is not an isolated case of political abuse!
John Kerry stores his yacht in a state neighboring his resident state and avoids paying 500k a year in taxes? It's not the tax cheating that gets me, it's the value of the boat on which the taxes are assessed. The thing must be worth a large fortune! And it all came by way of his political salaries over the years. And incidents like these are everywhere and we don't even see it.
So, pay attention and Tone their Bells!
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Sunday, July 25, 2010
Paddle Me (gently)
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It's pretty easy to find water around this place. Aside from the bottled type sold in almost every store, there is an ocean, rivers, streams, creeks, and lakes all over. Some say there are 21 lakes within 20 miles of my house, and the best way to experience them is by kayak. Notice I said "experience?" It is much more than just "seeing."
I love a paddling. No, not the discipline type that I would give my kids to keep them in focus with my focus. Nor is it the thing that my old school teacher kept at his desk to keep me in his focus. But the the term that experienced ones call kayaking. It took me a while to understand, "Want to Paddle?"
Anyway, I love it. To paddle slow and low. Along the banks and beneath the overhanging branches of a giant spruce tree. To see that trails end, full of animal tracks left by those wanting a cool drink or a dip in search of food. Or into the tall grasses over the shallow water providing a concealed place for eggs to hatch, or tiny fish to feed. So quiet. So tranquil.
I paddle often now. Sometimes alone, but at other times with friends. I'm learning the names of the critters and the plants. I'm seeing the difference between an Elk and a Moose, or an Osprey and Seagull, and a Hawk and an Eagle, or a Cedar and a Fir, or a Huckleberry and Blackberry, or a Lilac and a Lilly.
These things seem to have a greater importance to me now that I've been away from the big city jungle. Perhaps because I'm in a place like this where I have time to share. Sharing with friends. Sharing with family. Smelling the roses and enjoying the greatness of life when ever I can.
Come paddle with me. We'll put in (that means launch) at the Thought Dock. Or, I'll pack mine to a place you know. You follow me, or I'll follow you. Either way we can enjoy God's world.
And all, without calling Ralph!.
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It's pretty easy to find water around this place. Aside from the bottled type sold in almost every store, there is an ocean, rivers, streams, creeks, and lakes all over. Some say there are 21 lakes within 20 miles of my house, and the best way to experience them is by kayak. Notice I said "experience?" It is much more than just "seeing."
I love a paddling. No, not the discipline type that I would give my kids to keep them in focus with my focus. Nor is it the thing that my old school teacher kept at his desk to keep me in his focus. But the the term that experienced ones call kayaking. It took me a while to understand, "Want to Paddle?"
Anyway, I love it. To paddle slow and low. Along the banks and beneath the overhanging branches of a giant spruce tree. To see that trails end, full of animal tracks left by those wanting a cool drink or a dip in search of food. Or into the tall grasses over the shallow water providing a concealed place for eggs to hatch, or tiny fish to feed. So quiet. So tranquil.
I paddle often now. Sometimes alone, but at other times with friends. I'm learning the names of the critters and the plants. I'm seeing the difference between an Elk and a Moose, or an Osprey and Seagull, and a Hawk and an Eagle, or a Cedar and a Fir, or a Huckleberry and Blackberry, or a Lilac and a Lilly.
These things seem to have a greater importance to me now that I've been away from the big city jungle. Perhaps because I'm in a place like this where I have time to share. Sharing with friends. Sharing with family. Smelling the roses and enjoying the greatness of life when ever I can.
Come paddle with me. We'll put in (that means launch) at the Thought Dock. Or, I'll pack mine to a place you know. You follow me, or I'll follow you. Either way we can enjoy God's world.
And all, without calling Ralph!.
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Friday, July 23, 2010
An American Muslim?
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I'm not sure where this reprinted article originated, but it sure offers an interesting viewpoint. Make me wonder just where our Halfblack MacMuslim stands?
Can a good Muslim be a good American?
Theologically - No . . . Because a Muslim's allegiance is to Allah, the Moon God of Arabia.
Religiously - No. . . Because no other religion is accepted by Allah except Islam.
Scripturally - No. . . Because his allegiance is to the Five Pillars of Islam and the Quran.
Geographically - No . . . Because his allegiance is to Mecca , to which he turns in prayer five times a day.
Socially - No. . . Because his allegiance to Islam forbids him to make friends with Christians or Jews .
Politically - No. . . Because he must submit to the Mullahs (spiritual leaders), who teach annihilation of Israel and the destruction of America, the great Satan.
Domestically - No. . . Because he is instructed to marry four women and beat and scourge his wife when she disobeys him (Quran 4:34 ).
Intellectually - No. . . Because he cannot accept our Constitution since it is based on Biblical principles and he believes the Bible to be corrupt.
Philosophically - No. . . Because Islam, Muhammad, and the Quran do not allow freedom of religion and expression. Democracy and Islam cannot co-exist. Every Muslim government is either dictatorial or autocratic.
Spiritually - No. . . Because when we declare 'one nation under God,' The Christian's God is loving and kind, while Allah is NEVER referred to as Heavenly father, nor is he ever called love in the Quran's 99 excellent names.
Perhaps we should be very suspicious of ALL MUSLIMS in this country. - - - They obviously cannot be both 'good' Muslims and good Americans. Call it what you wish it's still the truth. You had better believe it. The more who understand this, the better it will be for our country and our future. The religious war is bigger than we know or understand!
Thanks MG.
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I'm not sure where this reprinted article originated, but it sure offers an interesting viewpoint. Make me wonder just where our Halfblack MacMuslim stands?
Can a good Muslim be a good American?
Theologically - No . . . Because a Muslim's allegiance is to Allah, the Moon God of Arabia.
Religiously - No. . . Because no other religion is accepted by Allah except Islam.
Scripturally - No. . . Because his allegiance is to the Five Pillars of Islam and the Quran.
Geographically - No . . . Because his allegiance is to Mecca , to which he turns in prayer five times a day.
Socially - No. . . Because his allegiance to Islam forbids him to make friends with Christians or Jews .
Politically - No. . . Because he must submit to the Mullahs (spiritual leaders), who teach annihilation of Israel and the destruction of America, the great Satan.
Domestically - No. . . Because he is instructed to marry four women and beat and scourge his wife when she disobeys him (Quran 4:34 ).
Intellectually - No. . . Because he cannot accept our Constitution since it is based on Biblical principles and he believes the Bible to be corrupt.
Philosophically - No. . . Because Islam, Muhammad, and the Quran do not allow freedom of religion and expression. Democracy and Islam cannot co-exist. Every Muslim government is either dictatorial or autocratic.
Spiritually - No. . . Because when we declare 'one nation under God,' The Christian's God is loving and kind, while Allah is NEVER referred to as Heavenly father, nor is he ever called love in the Quran's 99 excellent names.
Perhaps we should be very suspicious of ALL MUSLIMS in this country. - - - They obviously cannot be both 'good' Muslims and good Americans. Call it what you wish it's still the truth. You had better believe it. The more who understand this, the better it will be for our country and our future. The religious war is bigger than we know or understand!
Thanks MG.
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Cloudy Day Sunshine
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For many, the quality of life on the Central Oregon Coast is directly related to the weather. Weather forecasts consume much of the news every day. And since it is a retirement and tourist based community, health and weather together dominate most every conversation.
Many seem to focus on whether the weather will be clear, cloudy, chilly, or windy in the days ahead. And since the weather is so unpredictable here, I find there is really no sense in talking about it other than to make general conversation.
Then after hashing out the weather woes, a typical conversation shifts to about how we are feeling physically. Back pain, headaches, constipation, cholesterol and blood pressure are often compared with one another. And since most of us here are experiencing the same symptoms, I find little benefit in discussing them other than to assure each another that we care and to offer assistance and prayer.
Adding to weather and health, the reality of witnessing the passings of our family, friends and neighbors seem to happen far too often.
For many, this is a depressing place. But for me, not so much. Yeah, I'd prefer warmer summertime temperatures with less rain. I never prefer to feel pain, grow old, or see the pain and aging of others. And I don't like to see my friends and family pass away.
I try to realize the blessings I have. My family, my country, my life and my loves. And I try not to get hung up on clouds, but look through them for the sunshine. To realize that just above those clouds there are always blue skies where it never rains. And I try not to get hung up on my pain, or that of others, but to work through the clouds and to know that aging is part of life, but beyond those clouds there will be no hurt. No pain.
There is always sunshine on every cloudy day, and I try to see every moment. But sometimes, it sure ain't easy. Even with the comfort and tranquility of the Thought Dock.
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For many, the quality of life on the Central Oregon Coast is directly related to the weather. Weather forecasts consume much of the news every day. And since it is a retirement and tourist based community, health and weather together dominate most every conversation.
Many seem to focus on whether the weather will be clear, cloudy, chilly, or windy in the days ahead. And since the weather is so unpredictable here, I find there is really no sense in talking about it other than to make general conversation.
Then after hashing out the weather woes, a typical conversation shifts to about how we are feeling physically. Back pain, headaches, constipation, cholesterol and blood pressure are often compared with one another. And since most of us here are experiencing the same symptoms, I find little benefit in discussing them other than to assure each another that we care and to offer assistance and prayer.
Adding to weather and health, the reality of witnessing the passings of our family, friends and neighbors seem to happen far too often.
For many, this is a depressing place. But for me, not so much. Yeah, I'd prefer warmer summertime temperatures with less rain. I never prefer to feel pain, grow old, or see the pain and aging of others. And I don't like to see my friends and family pass away.
I try to realize the blessings I have. My family, my country, my life and my loves. And I try not to get hung up on clouds, but look through them for the sunshine. To realize that just above those clouds there are always blue skies where it never rains. And I try not to get hung up on my pain, or that of others, but to work through the clouds and to know that aging is part of life, but beyond those clouds there will be no hurt. No pain.
There is always sunshine on every cloudy day, and I try to see every moment. But sometimes, it sure ain't easy. Even with the comfort and tranquility of the Thought Dock.
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Monday, July 19, 2010
Calling Ralph
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In Those Days, I often sailed the waters off shore in Socal. You know, waters like Malibu, Muslce Beach, and Pacific Palisades. And over the years, I learned celestral and dead reckoning navigation, the rules of the seas, off shore to about 80 miles or so. That was as far enough for me, because GPS systems were non-existent then. So, I preferred to not be far and tried to keep the mainland coast in view when ever I could. Somehow, I left my dream of sailing along the coast, south to the Panama Canal and into the Gulf Coast were set aside. Now, it has been 15 years since I was last on the ocean.
That all changed today. A Besty ( RW) invited me aboard his boat to fish off shore for Salmon and Crab, which I've been longing to do for the past few years. Now the boat I have, is very suitable for the river and lakes, but not for the ocean. At least not the Pacific Northwest ocean. This ocean, although bearing the same name, is not anything like the SoCal part.
So, bright and early I met RW, and his friend A (sorry, i didn't get personal with A this trip and his last name was never revealed). As soon as we cleared the jetty, I realized this was going to be much different experience for me. It was rough. Really rough to my standards.
We set some crab traps and A informed me that he gets sea sick nearly every trip, and he just considers it part of fishing. I guess I unintentionally gave him my infamous "eye roll," because he asked me not to laugh when it happened. I replied that I would never laugh at a sick person, but I did tell him I had only vomited twice that I could remember in my entire lifetime, and both were times that I overdosed on alcoholic beverages. And, I knew it could happen to me, I spoze.
I've always been proud of that, but really, there were times that I was so sick with flu, food poisoning and seeing crap during my career, that I wished I could vomit. It seems it would have made thing simpler.
So it was not long before A's admonition came true. And he kept it up for about 30 minutes or so. You know, "Calling Ralph." That's what we called it in Those Days. It was much politer than using words like barf, or puke. I will admit though that both RW and I grinned a little as A was hanging by his waist, over the side. He had it down to a science.
I know most of you that know me surely think that I am near perfect. You know, strong, handsome, smart, and generally a really cool dude. So much that many of you want to be me. And, that is a compliment in itself.
But I have to admit, you wouldn't like to be me today. Because I called "Ralph" twice. Can you believe it. So, now I'm up to 4 times in my life. I wonder, will this will continue to be the trend for me?
I hope not. I didn't enjoy that at all. Partly because I had to call Ralph long distance. I was screaming Ralph so that he could hear me even if her were on the beach 5 miles away. It hurt, and did not smell good. And having little experience just how to do it, part of it went on the top of the ice chest that we had planned to use for our catch. Unlike A's, at least mine was mostly coffee because I didn't have a muffin for breakfast at the bait shop just before we set out like he did.
Well, we didn't fare any better with a catch this time, but I wonder if I'll try it again should they ask. There are salmon in the river, as well as crabs, so I wonder what the advantage is to going in the ocean, other that to perfect calling Ralph?
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In Those Days, I often sailed the waters off shore in Socal. You know, waters like Malibu, Muslce Beach, and Pacific Palisades. And over the years, I learned celestral and dead reckoning navigation, the rules of the seas, off shore to about 80 miles or so. That was as far enough for me, because GPS systems were non-existent then. So, I preferred to not be far and tried to keep the mainland coast in view when ever I could. Somehow, I left my dream of sailing along the coast, south to the Panama Canal and into the Gulf Coast were set aside. Now, it has been 15 years since I was last on the ocean.
That all changed today. A Besty ( RW) invited me aboard his boat to fish off shore for Salmon and Crab, which I've been longing to do for the past few years. Now the boat I have, is very suitable for the river and lakes, but not for the ocean. At least not the Pacific Northwest ocean. This ocean, although bearing the same name, is not anything like the SoCal part.
So, bright and early I met RW, and his friend A (sorry, i didn't get personal with A this trip and his last name was never revealed). As soon as we cleared the jetty, I realized this was going to be much different experience for me. It was rough. Really rough to my standards.
We set some crab traps and A informed me that he gets sea sick nearly every trip, and he just considers it part of fishing. I guess I unintentionally gave him my infamous "eye roll," because he asked me not to laugh when it happened. I replied that I would never laugh at a sick person, but I did tell him I had only vomited twice that I could remember in my entire lifetime, and both were times that I overdosed on alcoholic beverages. And, I knew it could happen to me, I spoze.
I've always been proud of that, but really, there were times that I was so sick with flu, food poisoning and seeing crap during my career, that I wished I could vomit. It seems it would have made thing simpler.
So it was not long before A's admonition came true. And he kept it up for about 30 minutes or so. You know, "Calling Ralph." That's what we called it in Those Days. It was much politer than using words like barf, or puke. I will admit though that both RW and I grinned a little as A was hanging by his waist, over the side. He had it down to a science.
I know most of you that know me surely think that I am near perfect. You know, strong, handsome, smart, and generally a really cool dude. So much that many of you want to be me. And, that is a compliment in itself.
But I have to admit, you wouldn't like to be me today. Because I called "Ralph" twice. Can you believe it. So, now I'm up to 4 times in my life. I wonder, will this will continue to be the trend for me?
I hope not. I didn't enjoy that at all. Partly because I had to call Ralph long distance. I was screaming Ralph so that he could hear me even if her were on the beach 5 miles away. It hurt, and did not smell good. And having little experience just how to do it, part of it went on the top of the ice chest that we had planned to use for our catch. Unlike A's, at least mine was mostly coffee because I didn't have a muffin for breakfast at the bait shop just before we set out like he did.
Well, we didn't fare any better with a catch this time, but I wonder if I'll try it again should they ask. There are salmon in the river, as well as crabs, so I wonder what the advantage is to going in the ocean, other that to perfect calling Ralph?
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Thursday, July 15, 2010
Downtown
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In Those Days, it was transistor radios not MP3 players that brought the music to my ears. And it was then (1965) that I first heard Petula Clark's song, "Downtown." We were living in Germany at the time. Although I liked the upbeat melody, I struggled to translate her words to English. Having lived a bit in a big city, I never really understood her fascination with one, but I thought that perhaps it was just Brooklyn.
Several years later, we settled not far from Hollywood and the words to Clark's song returned to my head. And with the marvel of the Internet, I've been able to recall the exact words. So, I went to Hollywood, and later worked a career in America's 2nd largest city, and I found out what cities really were about. Petula had to be smoking her socks!
"When you're alone and life is making you lonely,You can always go downtown. When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry seems to help. Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city. Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty. How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there. You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares and go Downtown. Things will be great when you're Downtown. No finer place for sure. Everything is waiting for you. Neither the traffic, nor noise, or the brighter lights impressed me. There were thieves and whores on nearly every corner and I feared being squashed by the traffic.
Don't hang around and let your problems surround you. There are movie shows downtown. Maybe you know some little places to go to where they never close downtown. Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossanova. You'll be dancing with them too, before the night is over. Happy again. The lights are much brighter there. You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares and go Downtown. Where all the lights are bright, Downtown. Waiting for you tonight. Downtown. You're gonna be alright now. Sure, there are plenty of movie shows that were filthy. And the lights were brighter, except in the alleys where you are likely to get jacked. And there wasn't time to dance after you're car was stolen.
And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you. Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to guide them along. So, maybe I'll see you there. We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares and go Downtown. Things will be great when you're Downtown. Don't wait a minute more, Downtown, every thing's waiting for you! Downtown. Downtown. Yes, you'll find some one who you think is just like you. Someone who will introduce you to drugs, prostitution, pornography, or Gay sex.
So I've since fled the big city, and I don't miss it. There are birds, bees, and bears here. Unpolluted rivers without without concrete linings. Pristine beaches with an infinite number of sand dunes. Old fashioned burger stands and small town parades. Where senior citizens feel respected. Volunteer fire departments and a police department having a handful of cops. It's very dark at night and the loudest noise is an occasional chainsaw. And traffic only when the drawbridge opens, or when a logging truck climbs a hill.
And a Thought Dock to relax.
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In Those Days, it was transistor radios not MP3 players that brought the music to my ears. And it was then (1965) that I first heard Petula Clark's song, "Downtown." We were living in Germany at the time. Although I liked the upbeat melody, I struggled to translate her words to English. Having lived a bit in a big city, I never really understood her fascination with one, but I thought that perhaps it was just Brooklyn.
Several years later, we settled not far from Hollywood and the words to Clark's song returned to my head. And with the marvel of the Internet, I've been able to recall the exact words. So, I went to Hollywood, and later worked a career in America's 2nd largest city, and I found out what cities really were about. Petula had to be smoking her socks!
"When you're alone and life is making you lonely,You can always go downtown. When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry seems to help. Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city. Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty. How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there. You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares and go Downtown. Things will be great when you're Downtown. No finer place for sure. Everything is waiting for you. Neither the traffic, nor noise, or the brighter lights impressed me. There were thieves and whores on nearly every corner and I feared being squashed by the traffic.
Don't hang around and let your problems surround you. There are movie shows downtown. Maybe you know some little places to go to where they never close downtown. Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossanova. You'll be dancing with them too, before the night is over. Happy again. The lights are much brighter there. You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares and go Downtown. Where all the lights are bright, Downtown. Waiting for you tonight. Downtown. You're gonna be alright now. Sure, there are plenty of movie shows that were filthy. And the lights were brighter, except in the alleys where you are likely to get jacked. And there wasn't time to dance after you're car was stolen.
And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you. Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to guide them along. So, maybe I'll see you there. We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares and go Downtown. Things will be great when you're Downtown. Don't wait a minute more, Downtown, every thing's waiting for you! Downtown. Downtown. Yes, you'll find some one who you think is just like you. Someone who will introduce you to drugs, prostitution, pornography, or Gay sex.
So I've since fled the big city, and I don't miss it. There are birds, bees, and bears here. Unpolluted rivers without without concrete linings. Pristine beaches with an infinite number of sand dunes. Old fashioned burger stands and small town parades. Where senior citizens feel respected. Volunteer fire departments and a police department having a handful of cops. It's very dark at night and the loudest noise is an occasional chainsaw. And traffic only when the drawbridge opens, or when a logging truck climbs a hill.
And a Thought Dock to relax.
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Hello... Is it me that you are looking for?
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For those that are in my world-wide audience that don't know me personally, or have not looked closely at my profile photograph, I'll share something with you.
I have dark skin... And in the summer, it gets very dark. I am part Italian, and appearance wise, the Italian part prevails. I have been mistaken for being Hispanic, Black, Cajun, Asian, and Middle Eastern, but never Swedish. That said, I was born in America to parents that were also born in America.
Every now and then, I travel through Arizona, but I don't fear being harassed by the local police there. Yeah sure, I could be stopped for speeding. But I'll have a valid driver's license, I'll be sober, and there will be no people stuffed in the trunk that scramle away like cockroaches as soon as the gate is released.
So, I have faith that the Arizona cops won't even bother to ask me if I am an American citizen. But if they do, I won't mind. I'll just say, "No. No. No. It ain't me Babe. It ain't me you're looking for, Babe."
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For those that are in my world-wide audience that don't know me personally, or have not looked closely at my profile photograph, I'll share something with you.
I have dark skin... And in the summer, it gets very dark. I am part Italian, and appearance wise, the Italian part prevails. I have been mistaken for being Hispanic, Black, Cajun, Asian, and Middle Eastern, but never Swedish. That said, I was born in America to parents that were also born in America.
Every now and then, I travel through Arizona, but I don't fear being harassed by the local police there. Yeah sure, I could be stopped for speeding. But I'll have a valid driver's license, I'll be sober, and there will be no people stuffed in the trunk that scramle away like cockroaches as soon as the gate is released.
So, I have faith that the Arizona cops won't even bother to ask me if I am an American citizen. But if they do, I won't mind. I'll just say, "No. No. No. It ain't me Babe. It ain't me you're looking for, Babe."
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Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Non-Profits and Charities
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I recently stumbled across a discarded Oregonian newspaper. Had I not got it for free, I would have never bothered to read it. For those outside my adopted home state, or don't know much, the Oregonian is a Portland area publication and is probably the most liberal newspaper still in print.
In looking through it, a full page advertisement appeared on page A8. The ad thanked the readers for contributing to the newspaper's sponsoring of their 78Th. "Season for Charity" campaign. It was a huge success and collected over 297K in donations. With that, the Oregonian reported that they distributed 80K to the Oregon Food Bank, and $9500 to each of 16 other social service agencies. And I applaud their effort.
But in looking a bit deeper into the ad, I noticed an irregularity. If you were to do the math, you would find an Eighty-one Thousand Dollar shortfall in the money passed on to the charities from the actual amount collected. That's nearly 10%.
So where did that go? I know there are some costs associated with collecting money for charity. Things like advertising, wages, banking, and accountant fees. But who received that pay? Perhaps the advertisement costs were paid to the Oregonian itself, and perhaps the wages of the Oregonian employees were reimbursed from the collection, and perhaps the banking and other professional fees were actually that of the Oregonian.
My point is that nearly every charitable event advertised as "Non-Profit" is actually profitable to those running the event. Why is that? If they expect us to donate our time, money, and resources to the cause, why don't those running the show do the same?
In fairness to the Oregonian, 10% isn't so bad when compared to some others. The American Red Cross and the Cancer Society, report that only slightly more that half of the donations actually make it to the persons it was intended for. And other agencies take an even far greater portion to cover their administration costs. One police charity that I know consumes over 90% of what is taken in!
Far too many organizations that claim to be non-profit are actually very profitable to those at the top. Local pet adoption centers, television evangelists, free newspapers, public television and radio stations, donate your car to charity centers, Salvation Army, some churches, homeless shelters, and medical clinics are just to name a few. And more are popping up every day! It's no wonder why.
Sometimes I'd rather just give mine to the bum begging in the street, or to the single mom I see searching the bottom of her purse for that last coin at the grocery store cashier. At least then I'd know that everything I give goes to it's intended purpose.
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I recently stumbled across a discarded Oregonian newspaper. Had I not got it for free, I would have never bothered to read it. For those outside my adopted home state, or don't know much, the Oregonian is a Portland area publication and is probably the most liberal newspaper still in print.
In looking through it, a full page advertisement appeared on page A8. The ad thanked the readers for contributing to the newspaper's sponsoring of their 78Th. "Season for Charity" campaign. It was a huge success and collected over 297K in donations. With that, the Oregonian reported that they distributed 80K to the Oregon Food Bank, and $9500 to each of 16 other social service agencies. And I applaud their effort.
But in looking a bit deeper into the ad, I noticed an irregularity. If you were to do the math, you would find an Eighty-one Thousand Dollar shortfall in the money passed on to the charities from the actual amount collected. That's nearly 10%.
So where did that go? I know there are some costs associated with collecting money for charity. Things like advertising, wages, banking, and accountant fees. But who received that pay? Perhaps the advertisement costs were paid to the Oregonian itself, and perhaps the wages of the Oregonian employees were reimbursed from the collection, and perhaps the banking and other professional fees were actually that of the Oregonian.
My point is that nearly every charitable event advertised as "Non-Profit" is actually profitable to those running the event. Why is that? If they expect us to donate our time, money, and resources to the cause, why don't those running the show do the same?
In fairness to the Oregonian, 10% isn't so bad when compared to some others. The American Red Cross and the Cancer Society, report that only slightly more that half of the donations actually make it to the persons it was intended for. And other agencies take an even far greater portion to cover their administration costs. One police charity that I know consumes over 90% of what is taken in!
Far too many organizations that claim to be non-profit are actually very profitable to those at the top. Local pet adoption centers, television evangelists, free newspapers, public television and radio stations, donate your car to charity centers, Salvation Army, some churches, homeless shelters, and medical clinics are just to name a few. And more are popping up every day! It's no wonder why.
Sometimes I'd rather just give mine to the bum begging in the street, or to the single mom I see searching the bottom of her purse for that last coin at the grocery store cashier. At least then I'd know that everything I give goes to it's intended purpose.
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Saturday, July 10, 2010
JACKPOT!
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The bells, sirens and whistles went off! Everyone knew. Can you imagine hitting a jackpot of nearly Five Hundred Thousand Dollars? Well, that is what happened to a local resident of this Central Oregon Coast community at the local Indian casino a week or so ago.
According to the newspaper and others that know her, she was just an everyday "Jane." You know, much like most of us. Not wealthy. Middle aged and experiencing bouts of hard luck. Medical reasons and such. I don't know much more than that.
But I do know that if she was a everyday Jane, she isn't now. You see, because that 47% of everyday Janes don't pay any federal income taxes (a published IRS fact), it is very likely that she hasn't paid taxes either. Now, suddenly she is the over 50% federal tax bracket because she has earned over 250K this year, something that the MacMuslim implemented. Add to that a 8-12% State tax, and that will mean more than half of her jackpot will likely go to taxes.
I'll bet she is stunned to realize that her good fortune will be redistributed by the government to the less fortunates (like she probably once was). I wonder how she will like that? After all the years of being on the receiving end, she now will fall victim to the liberal social ways she likely supported. She now will learn what it is like to pay taxes like the successful capitalists have been doing for years. But, she probably voted for the MacMuslim just like most of the Orgonians did.
But I am happy for her, because even after taxes there will be enough left to significantly affect her quality of life.
Congrats Jane!
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The bells, sirens and whistles went off! Everyone knew. Can you imagine hitting a jackpot of nearly Five Hundred Thousand Dollars? Well, that is what happened to a local resident of this Central Oregon Coast community at the local Indian casino a week or so ago.
According to the newspaper and others that know her, she was just an everyday "Jane." You know, much like most of us. Not wealthy. Middle aged and experiencing bouts of hard luck. Medical reasons and such. I don't know much more than that.
But I do know that if she was a everyday Jane, she isn't now. You see, because that 47% of everyday Janes don't pay any federal income taxes (a published IRS fact), it is very likely that she hasn't paid taxes either. Now, suddenly she is the over 50% federal tax bracket because she has earned over 250K this year, something that the MacMuslim implemented. Add to that a 8-12% State tax, and that will mean more than half of her jackpot will likely go to taxes.
I'll bet she is stunned to realize that her good fortune will be redistributed by the government to the less fortunates (like she probably once was). I wonder how she will like that? After all the years of being on the receiving end, she now will fall victim to the liberal social ways she likely supported. She now will learn what it is like to pay taxes like the successful capitalists have been doing for years. But, she probably voted for the MacMuslim just like most of the Orgonians did.
But I am happy for her, because even after taxes there will be enough left to significantly affect her quality of life.
Congrats Jane!
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Thursday, July 8, 2010
Radical Islam
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By Charles Krauthammer
Re: The Fort Hood shooter, the Christmas Day bomber, the Times Square attacker.
On May 13, the following exchange occurred at a hearing of the House Judiciary Committee:
Rep. Lamar Smith (R-Tex.): Do you feel that these individuals might have been incited to take the actions that they did because of radical Islam?
Attorney General Eric Holder: There are a variety of reasons why I think people have taken these actions. . . .
Smith: Okay, but radical Islam could have been one of the reasons?
Holder: There are a variety of reasons why people --
Smith: But was radical Islam one of them?
Holder: There are a variety of reasons why people do these things. Some of them are potentially religious-based.
Potentially, mind you. This went on until the questioner gave up in exasperation.
A similar question arose last week in U.S. District Court when Faisal Shahzad, the Times Square attacker, pleaded guilty. Explained Shahzad: "One has to understand where I'm coming from . . . I consider myself a mujahid, a Muslim soldier."
Well, that is clarifying. As was the self-printed business card of Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan, the Fort Hood shooter, identifying himself as SoA: Soldier of Allah.
Holder's avoidance of the obvious continues the absurd and embarrassing refusal of the Obama administration to acknowledge who out there is trying to kill Americans and why. In fact, it has banned from its official vocabulary the terms jihadist, Islamist and Islamic terrorism.
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Thanks BK
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By Charles Krauthammer
Re: The Fort Hood shooter, the Christmas Day bomber, the Times Square attacker.
On May 13, the following exchange occurred at a hearing of the House Judiciary Committee:
Rep. Lamar Smith (R-Tex.): Do you feel that these individuals might have been incited to take the actions that they did because of radical Islam?
Attorney General Eric Holder: There are a variety of reasons why I think people have taken these actions. . . .
Smith: Okay, but radical Islam could have been one of the reasons?
Holder: There are a variety of reasons why people --
Smith: But was radical Islam one of them?
Holder: There are a variety of reasons why people do these things. Some of them are potentially religious-based.
Potentially, mind you. This went on until the questioner gave up in exasperation.
A similar question arose last week in U.S. District Court when Faisal Shahzad, the Times Square attacker, pleaded guilty. Explained Shahzad: "One has to understand where I'm coming from . . . I consider myself a mujahid, a Muslim soldier."
Well, that is clarifying. As was the self-printed business card of Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan, the Fort Hood shooter, identifying himself as SoA: Soldier of Allah.
Holder's avoidance of the obvious continues the absurd and embarrassing refusal of the Obama administration to acknowledge who out there is trying to kill Americans and why. In fact, it has banned from its official vocabulary the terms jihadist, Islamist and Islamic terrorism.
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Thanks BK
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Do you Remember?
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Geez. You guys must be hungry. I can't believe I haven't fed you guys in over 4 days, but I'm hoping that you nursed yourself with the Lovelies on Fox News while I was gone. It must have been rough because you are so used to me breaking down the facts that radiate to the Thought Dock and arrange them into a logical order before distributing my Wisdom to you. However, I do appreciate you checking in every day like most of you do. It keeps that counter ticking.
Anyway, I'm sorry. We did however, get away for America's best holiday with a trip to the McKenzie River. Yes, I know many of you wouldn't understand because the rivers where you live have concrete banks and are polluted with beer cans and graffiti while the only shade available is from some high rise building. But some of you like it like that.
Anyway, do you remember the Jewish Holocaust and Hitler's attempt to rule the world? Maybe the storming of the beaches of Normandy? I know it was long before many of you were around, but you must have heard about it in school or seen it on the History Channel. Maybe not though, but I'll bet you remember I Love Lucy, or the Three Stooges. Why is that?
How about the attack on Pearl Harbor or the evacuation of our embassy in Vietnam during the final days of that war? Or, maybe you recall the capture of our embassy in 1979 Iran by the radical Islamics?
Do you even remember the Twin Towers collapsing, or the events surrounding that attack? How many Americans were lost? I doubt that more that a few of you even know. How sad.
You know, if you can't don't, or won't remember these things, then all will soon be lost.
America was built by regular people willing to die for our country. From the Revolutionary Way to the current War on Terrorism. How soon we forget. How quick we return from each traumatic event only to become complacent again. We turn our heads as crap is happening in front of us, just hoping it will all go away. But it never does and it never will.
Now the Long Legged Halfblack MacMuslim has all but disbanded the pride of our Nation, NASA, and directed it's chief to extend an open arm to the Muslims around the world to thank them for their contributions to science! Who is he talking about. Chemical Ali?
So close your eyes again.
I pray for this Country and that includes you!
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Geez. You guys must be hungry. I can't believe I haven't fed you guys in over 4 days, but I'm hoping that you nursed yourself with the Lovelies on Fox News while I was gone. It must have been rough because you are so used to me breaking down the facts that radiate to the Thought Dock and arrange them into a logical order before distributing my Wisdom to you. However, I do appreciate you checking in every day like most of you do. It keeps that counter ticking.
Anyway, I'm sorry. We did however, get away for America's best holiday with a trip to the McKenzie River. Yes, I know many of you wouldn't understand because the rivers where you live have concrete banks and are polluted with beer cans and graffiti while the only shade available is from some high rise building. But some of you like it like that.
Anyway, do you remember the Jewish Holocaust and Hitler's attempt to rule the world? Maybe the storming of the beaches of Normandy? I know it was long before many of you were around, but you must have heard about it in school or seen it on the History Channel. Maybe not though, but I'll bet you remember I Love Lucy, or the Three Stooges. Why is that?
How about the attack on Pearl Harbor or the evacuation of our embassy in Vietnam during the final days of that war? Or, maybe you recall the capture of our embassy in 1979 Iran by the radical Islamics?
Do you even remember the Twin Towers collapsing, or the events surrounding that attack? How many Americans were lost? I doubt that more that a few of you even know. How sad.
You know, if you can't don't, or won't remember these things, then all will soon be lost.
America was built by regular people willing to die for our country. From the Revolutionary Way to the current War on Terrorism. How soon we forget. How quick we return from each traumatic event only to become complacent again. We turn our heads as crap is happening in front of us, just hoping it will all go away. But it never does and it never will.
Now the Long Legged Halfblack MacMuslim has all but disbanded the pride of our Nation, NASA, and directed it's chief to extend an open arm to the Muslims around the world to thank them for their contributions to science! Who is he talking about. Chemical Ali?
So close your eyes again.
I pray for this Country and that includes you!
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Weathered
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Last Saturday, we made the monthly trek to the bigger city for some supplies. The weather was just gorgeous and, if I remember right, it was the first day of summer. What a wonderful drive through the country until.....
We reached the bigger city. There were people hollering at the passing motorists (me) from the sidewalks, holding their signs advertising their fundraising car washes, pizza discounts, and farmer's markets, etc., etc.
I can't stand it. It was just like Tijuana (well without the drug murders). If you've never been there, maybe you've tried San Juan, or Baghdad (but without the bombings). It's all the same. People everywhere begging you to buy their goods, or just begging for money. Pulling on your shirt tails as they follow you along your journey.
We passed at least five youth car washes within the first mile into the bigger city. Now, I never even let my kid wash my car, so what made them think that I would let a bunch of other kids do it? As we approached the entrance to America's largest retailer to get some Chinese imports, there we even more kids collecting money or selling their useless and overpriced crap to support their cause. A political polster table collecting signatures for another school bond (they already squandered last year's), and the usual bums collecting money for their own self interest. "Please Help" their signs read. When was the last time they ever pitched in to help anyone but them selves?
We made our way into the store thinking that there would be some relief. No, there were others there cooking up their half-bite size treats for you to taste test. I politely told the first bag that I'd pass on her fat filled desert as I walked away and leaned against a post while my wife gathered up imports. The bag approached me and again offered her concoction. And again, I rejected her, but this time a little more sternly. Eventually, my wife returned with her over stuffed shopping cart and headed to the gate. As we passed the bag, she presented her offer to my wife. She refused, but deflected the bag to me stating, "I think my husband would love that." As the bag reached toward me with her 1/4 ounce cup of ice cream, I ordered her to stay away from me.
The finale came while I was loading my imports into the car. This dude, walks up to me and hands me some sort of sticker and begins to explain his cause. He got a dozen or so words out before he said that usually people give a little something to pay for the sticker and fund his cause. I said nothing, gave his sticker back along with the "look." He slithered away quickly knowing he was lucky that I didn't post his sticker on his face.
I'm sure it is like this all across America. Perhaps some places are worse than others. But it is just another sign of how America is tolerating change, and that change will make us just like the 3rd world countries that we used to pity.
I'm weathered and all out of change.
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Last Saturday, we made the monthly trek to the bigger city for some supplies. The weather was just gorgeous and, if I remember right, it was the first day of summer. What a wonderful drive through the country until.....
We reached the bigger city. There were people hollering at the passing motorists (me) from the sidewalks, holding their signs advertising their fundraising car washes, pizza discounts, and farmer's markets, etc., etc.
I can't stand it. It was just like Tijuana (well without the drug murders). If you've never been there, maybe you've tried San Juan, or Baghdad (but without the bombings). It's all the same. People everywhere begging you to buy their goods, or just begging for money. Pulling on your shirt tails as they follow you along your journey.
We passed at least five youth car washes within the first mile into the bigger city. Now, I never even let my kid wash my car, so what made them think that I would let a bunch of other kids do it? As we approached the entrance to America's largest retailer to get some Chinese imports, there we even more kids collecting money or selling their useless and overpriced crap to support their cause. A political polster table collecting signatures for another school bond (they already squandered last year's), and the usual bums collecting money for their own self interest. "Please Help" their signs read. When was the last time they ever pitched in to help anyone but them selves?
We made our way into the store thinking that there would be some relief. No, there were others there cooking up their half-bite size treats for you to taste test. I politely told the first bag that I'd pass on her fat filled desert as I walked away and leaned against a post while my wife gathered up imports. The bag approached me and again offered her concoction. And again, I rejected her, but this time a little more sternly. Eventually, my wife returned with her over stuffed shopping cart and headed to the gate. As we passed the bag, she presented her offer to my wife. She refused, but deflected the bag to me stating, "I think my husband would love that." As the bag reached toward me with her 1/4 ounce cup of ice cream, I ordered her to stay away from me.
The finale came while I was loading my imports into the car. This dude, walks up to me and hands me some sort of sticker and begins to explain his cause. He got a dozen or so words out before he said that usually people give a little something to pay for the sticker and fund his cause. I said nothing, gave his sticker back along with the "look." He slithered away quickly knowing he was lucky that I didn't post his sticker on his face.
I'm sure it is like this all across America. Perhaps some places are worse than others. But it is just another sign of how America is tolerating change, and that change will make us just like the 3rd world countries that we used to pity.
I'm weathered and all out of change.
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
A few examples
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The war in the Pacific ends when the Japanese get nuked a couple of times and never again rises to war. In fact, now they are one of our strongest allies. But things began to change after that. For America, "Kinder and Gentler" became the way of life.
WWII ended, but the Korean War breaks out. Our troops fight to preserve a democracy and drive the northern commies back a ways. We obtain a fantasy truce, and declare peace. Now 50 years later, North Korea has developed their own nukes and is not only threatening the South by sinking their ship, but is provoking a World War.
In the late 60's Vietnam becomes the center of another uprising. We go there, get our butts kicked, and run away before anything is ever resolved. Now, the entire region is commie and over run with Islamic terrorists that are threatening us once again.
After teaching the camel riders of the middle east how to harvest their oil riches at our expense, they quickly moved into the modern age. But in 1979, Iran throws us out and imprisons our embassy workers. The Democrat peanut farmer did little more that pray about it for 18 months. And now, Iran is threatening to nuke us!
Well, I could go on about this, but I'll spare you the stress. The bottom dollar is that using force is not pretty, but sometimes it is the only avenue to get the point across.
I never enjoyed spanking my children, but after doing so just a few times, they became the best behaved kids on the block and they now are the pride of my life.
As a cop, I learned early that it was likely that I would not survive a first punch due to my slighter size. So no one ever hit me first, because when the time was necessary, I was the aggressor. They were usually put to the ground with one very strong blow before the fight could even begin. It was the key to my survival, and that's what I'm talking about here.
The longer that we restrain ourselves from using force against the evils that are attempting to destroy our way, the more success they will have. And, that includes our own domestic problems.
The time to take back our country is now. Give up with the kinder way and tolerating that which you know is wrong. It will never go away.
Close our borders, using force if necessary. Quell rioters with a fire hose when they refuse to disperse. Throw the homeless beggars of the steps of our White House. And blast the roofs we built off Iran. North Korea will get the message.
And, stay out of my face!
The war in the Pacific ends when the Japanese get nuked a couple of times and never again rises to war. In fact, now they are one of our strongest allies. But things began to change after that. For America, "Kinder and Gentler" became the way of life.
WWII ended, but the Korean War breaks out. Our troops fight to preserve a democracy and drive the northern commies back a ways. We obtain a fantasy truce, and declare peace. Now 50 years later, North Korea has developed their own nukes and is not only threatening the South by sinking their ship, but is provoking a World War.
In the late 60's Vietnam becomes the center of another uprising. We go there, get our butts kicked, and run away before anything is ever resolved. Now, the entire region is commie and over run with Islamic terrorists that are threatening us once again.
After teaching the camel riders of the middle east how to harvest their oil riches at our expense, they quickly moved into the modern age. But in 1979, Iran throws us out and imprisons our embassy workers. The Democrat peanut farmer did little more that pray about it for 18 months. And now, Iran is threatening to nuke us!
Well, I could go on about this, but I'll spare you the stress. The bottom dollar is that using force is not pretty, but sometimes it is the only avenue to get the point across.
I never enjoyed spanking my children, but after doing so just a few times, they became the best behaved kids on the block and they now are the pride of my life.
As a cop, I learned early that it was likely that I would not survive a first punch due to my slighter size. So no one ever hit me first, because when the time was necessary, I was the aggressor. They were usually put to the ground with one very strong blow before the fight could even begin. It was the key to my survival, and that's what I'm talking about here.
The longer that we restrain ourselves from using force against the evils that are attempting to destroy our way, the more success they will have. And, that includes our own domestic problems.
The time to take back our country is now. Give up with the kinder way and tolerating that which you know is wrong. It will never go away.
Close our borders, using force if necessary. Quell rioters with a fire hose when they refuse to disperse. Throw the homeless beggars of the steps of our White House. And blast the roofs we built off Iran. North Korea will get the message.
And, stay out of my face!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
What's it all about, Alfie?
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I've always had an extreme interest in psychology. Why people do what they do and why they think like they think. But I've never really bought into the rationale of most psychologists.
One wrote that if there is no clear action to take, then it is best to take no action at all. Just hang on and let what ever is about to happen run it's course until such time that a clear solution presents itself. Doing such, he said, would prevent a premature action that could likely be a wrong choice.
In contrast, I recently read a chapter on the safe operation of a motorcycle from a manufacturer's owner's manual. After bringing to light many techniques to apply under various conditions, it concluded by stating, "If a collision is eminent, do something."
Two contrasting opinions. And, I believe Americans have taken the "Wait and See" approach for far too long. We have let uncontrolled immigration flood our neighborhoods, ignored failed criminal justice and school systems, tolerated corrupt politicians, and looked the other way at the declining morality in America.
You see, the longer we tolerate and watch misconduct occurring before our very eyes, the more we tend just to accept that which we know to be wrong because it seems to be in the common place. And in those instances where we finally choose to take a stand, the problem is so large it is nearly impossible to repair.
Get it, Alfie?
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I've always had an extreme interest in psychology. Why people do what they do and why they think like they think. But I've never really bought into the rationale of most psychologists.
One wrote that if there is no clear action to take, then it is best to take no action at all. Just hang on and let what ever is about to happen run it's course until such time that a clear solution presents itself. Doing such, he said, would prevent a premature action that could likely be a wrong choice.
In contrast, I recently read a chapter on the safe operation of a motorcycle from a manufacturer's owner's manual. After bringing to light many techniques to apply under various conditions, it concluded by stating, "If a collision is eminent, do something."
Two contrasting opinions. And, I believe Americans have taken the "Wait and See" approach for far too long. We have let uncontrolled immigration flood our neighborhoods, ignored failed criminal justice and school systems, tolerated corrupt politicians, and looked the other way at the declining morality in America.
You see, the longer we tolerate and watch misconduct occurring before our very eyes, the more we tend just to accept that which we know to be wrong because it seems to be in the common place. And in those instances where we finally choose to take a stand, the problem is so large it is nearly impossible to repair.
Get it, Alfie?
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Monday, June 28, 2010
Feeling better now?
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OK, now that I've taught you that your were not really sick, you are probably feeling better by now.
Pehaps you've realized now that you are fat, not because you have an illness, but because you eat too much and don't get enough exercise. Well, I admit I'm fat too, but I'm not sick. The good new is that those are choices that you make and can change yourself.
And, for those of you that have remained sober this past weekend, I'm very proud of you. You are not sick either.
If you've stopped smoking, you were never considered to be sick in the first place, just addicted to a filthy and disgusting habit. But it was still your choice that caused your addiction, and it can be your choice to stop.
And, I know that some of you think I'm sick for not having compassion or tolerance for you, or someone else who you think is sick. Well, I'm not sick and never was. I choose to be this way. To speak out about that which is wrong. To educate you and to help you become a better person, and to make this a better place.
So spit the pacifier out. Quit crying and making excuses. Get up and get off whatever is bringing you down. Help yourself. I know it's not easy, but...
You can do it!
Whew! I need a toke. But, not one toke over the line..
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OK, now that I've taught you that your were not really sick, you are probably feeling better by now.
Pehaps you've realized now that you are fat, not because you have an illness, but because you eat too much and don't get enough exercise. Well, I admit I'm fat too, but I'm not sick. The good new is that those are choices that you make and can change yourself.
And, for those of you that have remained sober this past weekend, I'm very proud of you. You are not sick either.
If you've stopped smoking, you were never considered to be sick in the first place, just addicted to a filthy and disgusting habit. But it was still your choice that caused your addiction, and it can be your choice to stop.
And, I know that some of you think I'm sick for not having compassion or tolerance for you, or someone else who you think is sick. Well, I'm not sick and never was. I choose to be this way. To speak out about that which is wrong. To educate you and to help you become a better person, and to make this a better place.
So spit the pacifier out. Quit crying and making excuses. Get up and get off whatever is bringing you down. Help yourself. I know it's not easy, but...
You can do it!
Whew! I need a toke. But, not one toke over the line..
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Friday, June 25, 2010
Are you sick?
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Actually, I guess in today's culture, I should ask, "Are you ill?" Ill is a gentler way of labeling your condition, but if you are ill, you are sick. And, what you are about to read might even make you sick. But, it is your choice. If you don't want to be sick about this, then don't read on. You can just say, "No" you know.
Long before I was old enough to understand, or even care about these things, the liberals of society were very successful in convincing most of you that drunks drink too much because they have a sickness (illness). Now, I'm not blasting Alcoholics Anonymous. They are a wonderful group that have save countless lives and the lives of those that were affected by drunks. But, over drinking is a choice, although it can become a very difficult choice to either begin, or stop drinking.
Don't you think it is odd that smoking has never been accepted as a sickness. Although it has been labeled (and rightfully so) as filthy, disgusting, stinky, costly, and an unhealthy habit, it has never really been accepted to be a sickness. I wonder why. Is it because such a greater number of us chain smoked as compared to the drunks? Isn't it easier for the majority to call the minority sick?
I believe that the life style we chose is by choice. We choose to get drunk, to smoke, to be fit, to have sex with the same sex, follow our faith, obey the law, to murder, or to lie and cheat. But when we make the wrong choices, it seems to always be caused by some sort of sickness, or even some oddity in our genes.
Rapists, child molesters, and murderers must be sick they say. Twinkl defenses originate. Arsonists and embezzlers are just as sick as spouse beaters and radical terrorists. We say that living in filth beneath an overpass is an illness, so let us treat their disease. The fact is that they all have chosen their deeds and to offer them a sickness defense is sick.
If you are labelling everyone around you as sick because they don't share your values, you are the one that is sick. But, the good news is that I can treat you. Simply by following the Wisdom of the Thought Dock, and watching Fox News, you can overcome. I'll heal you!.
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Actually, I guess in today's culture, I should ask, "Are you ill?" Ill is a gentler way of labeling your condition, but if you are ill, you are sick. And, what you are about to read might even make you sick. But, it is your choice. If you don't want to be sick about this, then don't read on. You can just say, "No" you know.
Long before I was old enough to understand, or even care about these things, the liberals of society were very successful in convincing most of you that drunks drink too much because they have a sickness (illness). Now, I'm not blasting Alcoholics Anonymous. They are a wonderful group that have save countless lives and the lives of those that were affected by drunks. But, over drinking is a choice, although it can become a very difficult choice to either begin, or stop drinking.
Don't you think it is odd that smoking has never been accepted as a sickness. Although it has been labeled (and rightfully so) as filthy, disgusting, stinky, costly, and an unhealthy habit, it has never really been accepted to be a sickness. I wonder why. Is it because such a greater number of us chain smoked as compared to the drunks? Isn't it easier for the majority to call the minority sick?
I believe that the life style we chose is by choice. We choose to get drunk, to smoke, to be fit, to have sex with the same sex, follow our faith, obey the law, to murder, or to lie and cheat. But when we make the wrong choices, it seems to always be caused by some sort of sickness, or even some oddity in our genes.
Rapists, child molesters, and murderers must be sick they say. Twinkl defenses originate. Arsonists and embezzlers are just as sick as spouse beaters and radical terrorists. We say that living in filth beneath an overpass is an illness, so let us treat their disease. The fact is that they all have chosen their deeds and to offer them a sickness defense is sick.
If you are labelling everyone around you as sick because they don't share your values, you are the one that is sick. But, the good news is that I can treat you. Simply by following the Wisdom of the Thought Dock, and watching Fox News, you can overcome. I'll heal you!.
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
For the People
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I'm sure that we all (except for the really radical loonies) can agree that government services are essential. We need an army. We need someone to build our roads, teach our children, and house our criminals. We need police and fire protection, parks and recreation, health and human resources, building and safety regulators, courts and coroners.
But the question is always - But to what extent and how do we pay for it?
It has long been that everyone pays for it all through taxes, although some pay more than others. And that seems fair when we know that we all benefit from services like the military and prisons. But everyone pays for roads even if they don't drive. Everyone pays a share for education even if they neither attend school, nor have children that do. We pay for police and fire protection even though we've never called the cops or had our house burn. We pay for search and rescue even though we never got lost.
What about Usage Fees? Are they more fair? In other words, if you drive a car, perhaps the costs of building and maintain roads should be funded through increased DMV fees or gasoline taxes while reducing State and Federal taxes. If you cause someone to call the cops, you get billed. If you use the court system, you pay. If you like to camp, pay a camping fee. If you drive the freeway, pay at a toll booth. Go to college, pay up. A rescue at sea by the Coast Guard, you foot the bill.
Why not? Going to the movies is not subsidised by the tax payers, so why should your cost of other personal activity be? Take the poll on the left. It is paid for by me.
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I'm sure that we all (except for the really radical loonies) can agree that government services are essential. We need an army. We need someone to build our roads, teach our children, and house our criminals. We need police and fire protection, parks and recreation, health and human resources, building and safety regulators, courts and coroners.
But the question is always - But to what extent and how do we pay for it?
It has long been that everyone pays for it all through taxes, although some pay more than others. And that seems fair when we know that we all benefit from services like the military and prisons. But everyone pays for roads even if they don't drive. Everyone pays a share for education even if they neither attend school, nor have children that do. We pay for police and fire protection even though we've never called the cops or had our house burn. We pay for search and rescue even though we never got lost.
What about Usage Fees? Are they more fair? In other words, if you drive a car, perhaps the costs of building and maintain roads should be funded through increased DMV fees or gasoline taxes while reducing State and Federal taxes. If you cause someone to call the cops, you get billed. If you use the court system, you pay. If you like to camp, pay a camping fee. If you drive the freeway, pay at a toll booth. Go to college, pay up. A rescue at sea by the Coast Guard, you foot the bill.
Why not? Going to the movies is not subsidised by the tax payers, so why should your cost of other personal activity be? Take the poll on the left. It is paid for by me.
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Udda Duck
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In Those Days, I learned that the easiest and most efficient way to move a group of people to a specific destination together is to march. And, it was while I was in the Police Academy that I was taught to march.
Well, sort of. I understood the concept of marching, the commands, the steps, the turns, and the rest positions. Halt, forward, left face, right face, double step to the rear, side step, dress up, right flank, left flank, parade rest, eyes right, salute, present arms, and attention. I know them all. But the problem was that I did not always follow the instructions like everyone else.
And, that is because I'm different. I don't seem to march with the rest of the ducks. I am the Ugly Duck, Daffy Duck, Black Duck, Udda Duck (I just made that one up), Diver Duck, Coot, Loon, and all the rest of the imperfect ducks. I'm certainly not the Mallard, nor do I want to be.
You know, I was so bad at marching that the training staff issued me a rock, that I was ordered to carry every moment of my training. The 3-pounder, was smooth and oval, and fit nicely into my palm. It was painted blue and had yellow lettering stating, "Hold in left hand." It was to remind me which way was left. So on every run, with every push up, every time I went to lunch, or to dump, that rock was with me. And, it is still with me now. Well, not exactly in my left hand, but still kept somewhere in this house.
Eventually I caught on about marching and later in life I actually often commanded a platoon of club weilding cops and marched them right into battle. I was really pretty good.
But now, I'm back to being that Udda Duck. I no longer strive to be like the rest of you. I strive to make you more like me. And lead you to wisdom by spreading my wisdom to my world-wide audiences.
So, "Atten.....Hup." At ease now. Everything will be alright.
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In Those Days, I learned that the easiest and most efficient way to move a group of people to a specific destination together is to march. And, it was while I was in the Police Academy that I was taught to march.
Well, sort of. I understood the concept of marching, the commands, the steps, the turns, and the rest positions. Halt, forward, left face, right face, double step to the rear, side step, dress up, right flank, left flank, parade rest, eyes right, salute, present arms, and attention. I know them all. But the problem was that I did not always follow the instructions like everyone else.
And, that is because I'm different. I don't seem to march with the rest of the ducks. I am the Ugly Duck, Daffy Duck, Black Duck, Udda Duck (I just made that one up), Diver Duck, Coot, Loon, and all the rest of the imperfect ducks. I'm certainly not the Mallard, nor do I want to be.
You know, I was so bad at marching that the training staff issued me a rock, that I was ordered to carry every moment of my training. The 3-pounder, was smooth and oval, and fit nicely into my palm. It was painted blue and had yellow lettering stating, "Hold in left hand." It was to remind me which way was left. So on every run, with every push up, every time I went to lunch, or to dump, that rock was with me. And, it is still with me now. Well, not exactly in my left hand, but still kept somewhere in this house.
Eventually I caught on about marching and later in life I actually often commanded a platoon of club weilding cops and marched them right into battle. I was really pretty good.
But now, I'm back to being that Udda Duck. I no longer strive to be like the rest of you. I strive to make you more like me. And lead you to wisdom by spreading my wisdom to my world-wide audiences.
So, "Atten.....Hup." At ease now. Everything will be alright.
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Monday, June 21, 2010
A New Twist on Things
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Here is a different way of thinking. I believe it was originated by Daniel Stanley Sr. (who ever that is), but I have modified it somewhat to better fit your screen:
THANK GOD FOR OBAMA (aka The Long Legged Halfblack MacMuslim)! He has all but destroyed the Clinton political machine and has driven a stake thru the heart of Hillary's presidential aspirations, something no Republican has ever been able to do. Let's praise and pray for our President!
Mr. MacMuslim has ended the Kennedy dynasty. No more Kennedys trolling Washington, looking for booze and women who need rides home.
He is destroying the Democratic Party before our very eyes! Check this out! Dennis Moore, Evan Bayh, and Byron Dorgan had never lost a race, but they all are out! And, Harry Reid's bid for re-election doesn't look good. These are just a handful of the Democrats whose political careers Obama has destroyed! By the end of this year, dozens more will be gone! The rise of the Democrat party over the last few years has come to an end.
Every generation seems to need to relearn the lesson of why they should never actually put liberals in charge. The MacMuslim is pounding that message home very well!
The MacMuslim has brought more Americans back to conservatism than anyone since Reagan. In one year he rejuvenated the conservative movement and brought out to the streets millions of freedom loving Americans.
In all honesty one year ago I was more afraid than I had ever been in my life. Not of the economy, but of the direction our country was going. I thought Americans had forgotten what this country was all about.
But the MacMuslim has woke America up. And, I want to thank him for that. Thank you Obama!
So, let's recap why:
The American elected the Halfblack, HalfArab MacMuslim president who had only 142 days experience as a Senator from the most politically corrupt state and city in America whose governors typically have been ousted from office.
MacMuslim's first official act was to order the close of Gitmo and make sure terrorist’s civil rights are not violated. Congress rushed to confirm another Attorney General, Halfblack Eric Holder, whose law firm we later find out represents seventeen Gitmo Terrorists. MacMuslim appointed Leon Panetta to head the CIA with absolutely no experience in law enforcement. The second most corrupt American woman (Pelosi is #1) becomes Secretary of State. We got a Tax Cheat for Treasury Secretary who did not properly file his own taxes for 12 years. A Commerce Secretary nominee who withdrew due to corruption charges. A Tax cheat nominee for Chief Performance Officer who withdrew under charges. A Labor Secretary nominee who withdrew under charges of unethical conduct, and a Secretary of Homeland Security nominee, Daschle, who withdrew under charges of cheating on his taxes.
MacMuslim campained to persuade the International Olympic Committee to choose Chicago as the host city, but failed. Obama pleaded in Copenhagen to support global warming, but failed. Obama campained in New Jersey to promote the Democratic candidate for governor, and that failed. Obama went to Virginia to promote the Democratic candidate for governor, but failed. He campained in Massachusetts to promote the Democratic candidate for senator, and failed.
Speaking of praying, since elected, neither Obama nor his Allblack wife have attended any church although they claim to be a Christian family.
Just the Facts, Jack. In these times I'll keep my God, my freedom, my gun and my money.
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Here is a different way of thinking. I believe it was originated by Daniel Stanley Sr. (who ever that is), but I have modified it somewhat to better fit your screen:
THANK GOD FOR OBAMA (aka The Long Legged Halfblack MacMuslim)! He has all but destroyed the Clinton political machine and has driven a stake thru the heart of Hillary's presidential aspirations, something no Republican has ever been able to do. Let's praise and pray for our President!
Mr. MacMuslim has ended the Kennedy dynasty. No more Kennedys trolling Washington, looking for booze and women who need rides home.
He is destroying the Democratic Party before our very eyes! Check this out! Dennis Moore, Evan Bayh, and Byron Dorgan had never lost a race, but they all are out! And, Harry Reid's bid for re-election doesn't look good. These are just a handful of the Democrats whose political careers Obama has destroyed! By the end of this year, dozens more will be gone! The rise of the Democrat party over the last few years has come to an end.
Every generation seems to need to relearn the lesson of why they should never actually put liberals in charge. The MacMuslim is pounding that message home very well!
The MacMuslim has brought more Americans back to conservatism than anyone since Reagan. In one year he rejuvenated the conservative movement and brought out to the streets millions of freedom loving Americans.
In all honesty one year ago I was more afraid than I had ever been in my life. Not of the economy, but of the direction our country was going. I thought Americans had forgotten what this country was all about.
But the MacMuslim has woke America up. And, I want to thank him for that. Thank you Obama!
So, let's recap why:
The American elected the Halfblack, HalfArab MacMuslim president who had only 142 days experience as a Senator from the most politically corrupt state and city in America whose governors typically have been ousted from office.
MacMuslim's first official act was to order the close of Gitmo and make sure terrorist’s civil rights are not violated. Congress rushed to confirm another Attorney General, Halfblack Eric Holder, whose law firm we later find out represents seventeen Gitmo Terrorists. MacMuslim appointed Leon Panetta to head the CIA with absolutely no experience in law enforcement. The second most corrupt American woman (Pelosi is #1) becomes Secretary of State. We got a Tax Cheat for Treasury Secretary who did not properly file his own taxes for 12 years. A Commerce Secretary nominee who withdrew due to corruption charges. A Tax cheat nominee for Chief Performance Officer who withdrew under charges. A Labor Secretary nominee who withdrew under charges of unethical conduct, and a Secretary of Homeland Security nominee, Daschle, who withdrew under charges of cheating on his taxes.
MacMuslim campained to persuade the International Olympic Committee to choose Chicago as the host city, but failed. Obama pleaded in Copenhagen to support global warming, but failed. Obama campained in New Jersey to promote the Democratic candidate for governor, and that failed. Obama went to Virginia to promote the Democratic candidate for governor, but failed. He campained in Massachusetts to promote the Democratic candidate for senator, and failed.
Speaking of praying, since elected, neither Obama nor his Allblack wife have attended any church although they claim to be a Christian family.
Just the Facts, Jack. In these times I'll keep my God, my freedom, my gun and my money.
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Saturday, June 19, 2010
Just call me
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In Those Days, we could never accept a phone call during dinner times (and that includes breakfast and lunch), late night (which meant after 8pm), early morning (which meant before 8am), or whenever my parents had set aside family time (which meant whenever we were doing something as a group). Nor, could we make a call during those times. So, that didn't leave much phone talk time when you consider that there were 6 siblings.
And, when we were on the phone, the conversation had to be brief. Just get to the point and hang up. And, if you didn't really have much to say, don't call at all. I know that phone rates were expensive then, but I don't think that was the reason we had such rules. I think it was more out of respect than anything else. And for me, that was all fine. Perhaps that's the reason I'm not much of a social telephone talker now.
Not so any more; at least for most of you. And, I don't understand that. Thinking of the thousands of calls I've made or received over the course of my lifetime, only a handful were really important, or were an emergency.
So, why then are you now so attached to your phone? Why will you answer it at any cost? Why can't you be without a cell phone? Why does the counter person stop assisting me while I'm there in person, to answer the phone to help someone else that isn't there? Why does that same person place me on hold when I call, only to answer another line? Why do you put me on call waiting to answer another call? And, then you forget that I'm on hold. Pooh! Why do you stop what you are doing to bust your but to answer that phone? Why do you talk on the phone while you are taking a dump? What is the urge to chat while you are driving?
Call me rude if you want. My wife does all the time because she can't understand why I don't answer the phone the way you might. But, that is the way I am. Seldom do I interrupt the project I'm working on to answer your call. Nor, do I always carry a cell phone unless I think the truck won't start.
Our home technology causes the TV to flash the name of the caller, or at least the telephone number of the caller if we are watching it. Our telephone answering machine announces the caller's name if it is in our phone book. If our phone goes unanswered, voice mail will then pick up.
So that said; if you call me and I don't know you, or if I'm busy doing a project, or if I know who you are but I'm am not in the mood to talk with you at that moment, or if I'm eating, or if I'm sleeping, or if I'm on the crapper, or if ticked off about something else, or if I'm having dinner, or if I'm on my way out of the house, or if I am driving, or if I'm already talking to some one else on the phone, or if I think you will try to sell me something, or if I'm having sex, or taking a bath, I'm not likely to answer your call. And, that is most of the time. So there.
OK, I know you are wondering if I'm posting about you. Well, maybe I am. So, what are you going to do about it. Just call me.
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In Those Days, we could never accept a phone call during dinner times (and that includes breakfast and lunch), late night (which meant after 8pm), early morning (which meant before 8am), or whenever my parents had set aside family time (which meant whenever we were doing something as a group). Nor, could we make a call during those times. So, that didn't leave much phone talk time when you consider that there were 6 siblings.
And, when we were on the phone, the conversation had to be brief. Just get to the point and hang up. And, if you didn't really have much to say, don't call at all. I know that phone rates were expensive then, but I don't think that was the reason we had such rules. I think it was more out of respect than anything else. And for me, that was all fine. Perhaps that's the reason I'm not much of a social telephone talker now.
Not so any more; at least for most of you. And, I don't understand that. Thinking of the thousands of calls I've made or received over the course of my lifetime, only a handful were really important, or were an emergency.
So, why then are you now so attached to your phone? Why will you answer it at any cost? Why can't you be without a cell phone? Why does the counter person stop assisting me while I'm there in person, to answer the phone to help someone else that isn't there? Why does that same person place me on hold when I call, only to answer another line? Why do you put me on call waiting to answer another call? And, then you forget that I'm on hold. Pooh! Why do you stop what you are doing to bust your but to answer that phone? Why do you talk on the phone while you are taking a dump? What is the urge to chat while you are driving?
Call me rude if you want. My wife does all the time because she can't understand why I don't answer the phone the way you might. But, that is the way I am. Seldom do I interrupt the project I'm working on to answer your call. Nor, do I always carry a cell phone unless I think the truck won't start.
Our home technology causes the TV to flash the name of the caller, or at least the telephone number of the caller if we are watching it. Our telephone answering machine announces the caller's name if it is in our phone book. If our phone goes unanswered, voice mail will then pick up.
So that said; if you call me and I don't know you, or if I'm busy doing a project, or if I know who you are but I'm am not in the mood to talk with you at that moment, or if I'm eating, or if I'm sleeping, or if I'm on the crapper, or if ticked off about something else, or if I'm having dinner, or if I'm on my way out of the house, or if I am driving, or if I'm already talking to some one else on the phone, or if I think you will try to sell me something, or if I'm having sex, or taking a bath, I'm not likely to answer your call. And, that is most of the time. So there.
OK, I know you are wondering if I'm posting about you. Well, maybe I am. So, what are you going to do about it. Just call me.
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