Saturday, August 17, 2013
We Have Ignition
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Our visit to Kennedy Space Center - Cape Canaveral couldn't be described as anything but amazing.
We spent the day there amoung other people, mostly our age, that came to experience thos glorious days when America was a proud nation of people who idolized the thrill of space exploration. That pride seems to have long since past,
There were few youyhful visitors there, appantly opting to visit the nearby Walt Disney World. How saddened I was to realize that our children today have little more than sports and video games to center their attention upon.
We walked, sometimes with tears in our eyes, among the Rocket Garden which was a collection of the actual rockets that carrying our explorers into orbits. How brave they were. We ckinbed inside a space capsule which carried Neil Armstrong into orbit America;s firts time. We examined the entire history of our space travel including the shuttle Atantis which was on display nearly close enough to touch.
We prayed at the memorials of our explorers who game thier life for our Country, just as our military heros have done through out history.
And we realized Obama's order to end it all.
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Thursday, August 15, 2013
Along the Atlantic Coast
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Working our way south along the coasts of North and South Carolina, Virginia, Georgia and into Florida brought some interesting insights. From the Outer Banks of NC, to Virginia Beach, to Myrtle Beach, to Jacksonville and Orlando, we found things to be really pristine.
Golf courses known only to me by watching PGA golf tourneys, filled the void between the beaches.
But was most incredible was that everything was clean, totally free of vagrants. Posted signs repeated warnings to panhandlers that it was illegal, not only to beg but to even be present.
Much unlike areas of California and Oregon where the courts have ruled that it is a freedom of speech to beg on every corner, and to live freely on either public or private property.
People, both the locals and tourists seem to gel well here despite their obvious differences in race and culture. And I like that. Not a word about Trayvon Martin could be heard. People here seem to not get bogged down with politics, although the recent video of the clown mimicking Obama brought a giggle or two.
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Sunday, August 11, 2013
Just Hangin' at the Beach
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Travelling south along the coast from the big cities took us to our next stop, Virginia Beach, VA. Away from the hustle and bustle of places choked with people and traffic. We left the lifestyle we once were a part of in SoCal. Scurrying around like ants, too busy to exchange a smile of a friendly "hello," as if there was anyone else who even cared. Busy making money. Rushing around just to "Punch the Ticket." I'm so glad that I'm not a part of that anymore.
Virginia Beach is more than that. East of the highway, are swank hotels for miles along the beach. Some 15 stories high, but leaving a few feet of access between to allow the locals and others (like us) access to the sand.
Across the road are plush golf courses and million dollar homes. Seemingly a paradise to many. Shopping centers, souvenir shops, and eateries swamp the swamps west of the highway in between the golf courses.
But the people seemed different here. Most are tourists like me. But removed from their life style, they seem to become friendly, happy, and relaxed. Maybe the free flowing Mai Tais help a bit there.
I'm brown now like I was when I lived in the sunshine of SoCal. I like that but wouldn't trade it for our Northwest Coastal town and friends.
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Travelling south along the coast from the big cities took us to our next stop, Virginia Beach, VA. Away from the hustle and bustle of places choked with people and traffic. We left the lifestyle we once were a part of in SoCal. Scurrying around like ants, too busy to exchange a smile of a friendly "hello," as if there was anyone else who even cared. Busy making money. Rushing around just to "Punch the Ticket." I'm so glad that I'm not a part of that anymore.
Virginia Beach is more than that. East of the highway, are swank hotels for miles along the beach. Some 15 stories high, but leaving a few feet of access between to allow the locals and others (like us) access to the sand.
Across the road are plush golf courses and million dollar homes. Seemingly a paradise to many. Shopping centers, souvenir shops, and eateries swamp the swamps west of the highway in between the golf courses.
But the people seemed different here. Most are tourists like me. But removed from their life style, they seem to become friendly, happy, and relaxed. Maybe the free flowing Mai Tais help a bit there.
I'm brown now like I was when I lived in the sunshine of SoCal. I like that but wouldn't trade it for our Northwest Coastal town and friends.
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Friday, August 9, 2013
God created America (and Fox News too).
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Washington DC was wonderful. It is a must see if you ever get the chance. If you've been there, you know what I mean. It's a shame that every junior high student can't get a field trip there. It would surely improve our Country.
Everywhere I looked it was evident that God created America. In the words engraved on the monuments, to the engravings on the tombstones at Arlington National Cemetery.
It was disappointing though that although every conceivable race or nationality was represented by a memorial, a museum, or a park to mark their achievements and contributions to America; one seemed to be missing. From the American Indians to Jews, to Chinese , to African Americans, and even the Vikings. But I saw nothing marking the contribution of Whites. How sad. Maybe I missed something.
Anyway, DC is a very clean City at least in the Capitol Area. Absent were homeless persons and beggars, litter, protesters and snarled traffic. Immigrants and tourist from all over the world. Most were in awe. At least it seemed so..
Sad was the never ending security. Snipers on rooftops, K-9s, traffic cops of all kinds. Metal detectors and cameras galore. But I guess this is the current state of our country.
God Bless America!
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Washington DC was wonderful. It is a must see if you ever get the chance. If you've been there, you know what I mean. It's a shame that every junior high student can't get a field trip there. It would surely improve our Country.
Everywhere I looked it was evident that God created America. In the words engraved on the monuments, to the engravings on the tombstones at Arlington National Cemetery.
It was disappointing though that although every conceivable race or nationality was represented by a memorial, a museum, or a park to mark their achievements and contributions to America; one seemed to be missing. From the American Indians to Jews, to Chinese , to African Americans, and even the Vikings. But I saw nothing marking the contribution of Whites. How sad. Maybe I missed something.
Anyway, DC is a very clean City at least in the Capitol Area. Absent were homeless persons and beggars, litter, protesters and snarled traffic. Immigrants and tourist from all over the world. Most were in awe. At least it seemed so..
Sad was the never ending security. Snipers on rooftops, K-9s, traffic cops of all kinds. Metal detectors and cameras galore. But I guess this is the current state of our country.
God Bless America!
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Monday, July 22, 2013
Glory Hallelujah!!
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Gettysburg National Park was an amazing visit. Although standing on hallow ground, we were incapable of understanding the carnage suffered by this Great Nation, let alone the suffering of the 51,000 American soldiers that were killed or injured in the three days of fighting. A brutal fight that dwarfs that of D-day and the beaches of Normandy.
Within the park are hundreds of statues and memorials, most of which God and Christian based scriptures are carved into massive granite statues that were designed to be eternal. But will they?
But as with our New York City tour, our visit to this battlefield was shadowed over by the reaction to the Trayvon Martin verdict. So much was accomplished during this brutal war only to be wasted by our current government, courts, activists, and radicals.
Well, we are off to Washington DC where we will likely see more of the same.
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Gettysburg National Park was an amazing visit. Although standing on hallow ground, we were incapable of understanding the carnage suffered by this Great Nation, let alone the suffering of the 51,000 American soldiers that were killed or injured in the three days of fighting. A brutal fight that dwarfs that of D-day and the beaches of Normandy.
Within the park are hundreds of statues and memorials, most of which God and Christian based scriptures are carved into massive granite statues that were designed to be eternal. But will they?
But as with our New York City tour, our visit to this battlefield was shadowed over by the reaction to the Trayvon Martin verdict. So much was accomplished during this brutal war only to be wasted by our current government, courts, activists, and radicals.
Well, we are off to Washington DC where we will likely see more of the same.
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Saturday, July 20, 2013
P.S. 195
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Outside NYC is what once was a quiet community of Brooklyn. It was were I spent a few years of my youth. A time when President Kennedy was assinated, and the space program was just beginning. And a time when Roger Marris was closing in on the home run record.
Across from Sheephead's bay, and just around the corner from Coney Island, was a three story brick building, an Elementary School simply called P.S. 195. Today, like then, public schools in NYC merely had numbers, not names to identify them.
I'd get there early every morning and head to the playground to get in a game of four-square or tether ball before the bell rang. At that sound everyone would gather in the assembly room.
School would begin by first singing the Alma Mater. I remember it still today. "Hail to P.S. 195. We are the school that's really alive. Firm, united, loyal are we. We are the best Oh yes sir ree! Then before being released to our classroom we would stand in respect and recite the Pledge of Allegiance before bowing our heads while the Lord's Prayer was read by a hand picked student.
Although my school is still in use today, things are not so, any more. . .
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Outside NYC is what once was a quiet community of Brooklyn. It was were I spent a few years of my youth. A time when President Kennedy was assinated, and the space program was just beginning. And a time when Roger Marris was closing in on the home run record.
Across from Sheephead's bay, and just around the corner from Coney Island, was a three story brick building, an Elementary School simply called P.S. 195. Today, like then, public schools in NYC merely had numbers, not names to identify them.
I'd get there early every morning and head to the playground to get in a game of four-square or tether ball before the bell rang. At that sound everyone would gather in the assembly room.
School would begin by first singing the Alma Mater. I remember it still today. "Hail to P.S. 195. We are the school that's really alive. Firm, united, loyal are we. We are the best Oh yes sir ree! Then before being released to our classroom we would stand in respect and recite the Pledge of Allegiance before bowing our heads while the Lord's Prayer was read by a hand picked student.
Although my school is still in use today, things are not so, any more. . .
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Friday, July 19, 2013
The Big Apple - A New World
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Our first stop, like my grandfather was Ellis Island. Although closed for repairs when damaged by Hurricane Sandy, it was viewable from the outside. How uncomfortable it must have been for the immigants to endure. But it worked for millions of mostly Europeans looking for a better way. Wish it were still open. Think about it - one central point where everyone could be processed. Perhaps we should build one right on the Mexican border.
Off then to the Statue. Very impressive. A gift from France. Makes me wonder why they didn't follow our lead instead of thier own. Look where they are now!
New York City, Southern Manhattan. Ground Zero, Wall Street, Little Italy, China Town, Broadway, long walks and the constant sounds of sirens and honking traffic. NYC is a mix of eveything you can't imagine. The Old of street markets and authentic cusine, But also with a twist of the New way. Skyscrapers, high prices, taxes and over regulated government limiting the size of sodas, and the amount of stairs one must climb prior to taking an elevator. The latest clothing trends endlessly attracted my attention.
We're headin' south!
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Our first stop, like my grandfather was Ellis Island. Although closed for repairs when damaged by Hurricane Sandy, it was viewable from the outside. How uncomfortable it must have been for the immigants to endure. But it worked for millions of mostly Europeans looking for a better way. Wish it were still open. Think about it - one central point where everyone could be processed. Perhaps we should build one right on the Mexican border.
Off then to the Statue. Very impressive. A gift from France. Makes me wonder why they didn't follow our lead instead of thier own. Look where they are now!
New York City, Southern Manhattan. Ground Zero, Wall Street, Little Italy, China Town, Broadway, long walks and the constant sounds of sirens and honking traffic. NYC is a mix of eveything you can't imagine. The Old of street markets and authentic cusine, But also with a twist of the New way. Skyscrapers, high prices, taxes and over regulated government limiting the size of sodas, and the amount of stairs one must climb prior to taking an elevator. The latest clothing trends endlessly attracted my attention.
We're headin' south!
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Saturday, July 13, 2013
One if by Land
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Our trip has now taken us to the Atlantic Coast, and starting with Boston, our tour is set to follow the coast southward to Florida.
On our way east, we spent a few days in Niagara Falls. Pretty place but very commercial now days. And it is still in the tax laden New York State. A heavy consentration of Middle Eastern Muslims have (according to the natives) arrived during the past 10 years, and now seem to control much of the residential areas along the U.S. border. Obama would surely feel right at home there.
A 2-day drive took us just outside Boston. Really nice city for one it's size. And so rich with history. We stomped through Freedom Trail where the likes of Paul Revere and Ben Franklin once drank beer. Old Ironsides and Italian foods galore.
Then a bit south to the Cape Cod and Martha's Vineyard communities. First stop was Plymouth Rock. Seemed odd to visit so many areas, some even dating to the 14th century. A far cry from cities of the west coast.
The separation of classes was rather apparent in the area. There was little evidence of poverty and most of the middle class fought traffic as they went into the City daily to work. But for the elite, things were very different. Most lived in the Hamptons near the Kennedy clan, or in the Vineyard and either used their private speed boat, or their small airplane, or used a water taxi at $75 each way to get into the City's financial district. The rest of the people seemed to be just tourists from all over the world.
Well, soon we will be through with this Left Wing way of life.
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Our trip has now taken us to the Atlantic Coast, and starting with Boston, our tour is set to follow the coast southward to Florida.
On our way east, we spent a few days in Niagara Falls. Pretty place but very commercial now days. And it is still in the tax laden New York State. A heavy consentration of Middle Eastern Muslims have (according to the natives) arrived during the past 10 years, and now seem to control much of the residential areas along the U.S. border. Obama would surely feel right at home there.
A 2-day drive took us just outside Boston. Really nice city for one it's size. And so rich with history. We stomped through Freedom Trail where the likes of Paul Revere and Ben Franklin once drank beer. Old Ironsides and Italian foods galore.
Then a bit south to the Cape Cod and Martha's Vineyard communities. First stop was Plymouth Rock. Seemed odd to visit so many areas, some even dating to the 14th century. A far cry from cities of the west coast.
The separation of classes was rather apparent in the area. There was little evidence of poverty and most of the middle class fought traffic as they went into the City daily to work. But for the elite, things were very different. Most lived in the Hamptons near the Kennedy clan, or in the Vineyard and either used their private speed boat, or their small airplane, or used a water taxi at $75 each way to get into the City's financial district. The rest of the people seemed to be just tourists from all over the world.
Well, soon we will be through with this Left Wing way of life.
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Wednesday, July 10, 2013
In the Buggy
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Ohio is beautiful. At least outside of their union politics.
Except in Berlin. There, the Amish ride in their buggies wherever they need to go, seemingly to not have a care in the world.
We travelled the back roads there to catch a glance a glance of their lifestyle. Men, dressed mostly in black trousers, and a kind of top hat, with their wives clad in ankle length dresses buttoned to their neck, and finished off with a white cloth cap. Children were abundant in the school playgrounds, and were separated by gender.
We watched as men gathered together in the fields to harvest corn and grain, cutting everything by hand and loading it onto a horse drawn wagon. In comparison, a few farms away, huge machines did the job much quicker and better. No phone, electricity or power tools of any kind could be seen in the possession of the conservative Amish.
But back in towns away from the Amish, things were quite different. Union halls lined the streets of Cleveland where worker waited in lines outside. Not much of the heavy industry is left following decades of strikes forcing them to close.
As we explored deeper into Democrat controlled areas, in particular upstate New York, the left wing liberalism became more apparent. New York has considerably higher fuel prices than any state we have travelled since leaving the west coast. Even higher than Chicago! Highway toll roads are necessary to use because the other highways are filled with pot holes. One toll exceeded 48 Dollars!
Cigarettes cost a whopping $8.95 a pack. Now that's up from the aver Five Bucks anywhere else. Now, I'm not a smoker, but that is crazy. And it is because New York has a state law placing a minimum price a retailer can sell the sticks. Now that's not capitalism is it?
New York also has a state law mandating that two adults be present whenever a swimming pool is in use (even in your own back yard). How's that? No midnight swims alone. No kids swimming with only a single parent present. Wonder what all the single moms do?
Over taxed, over regulated, causing over priced goods. Count your blessings for those stuck in California. But you are only a Pelosi click away!!
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Ohio is beautiful. At least outside of their union politics.
Except in Berlin. There, the Amish ride in their buggies wherever they need to go, seemingly to not have a care in the world.
We travelled the back roads there to catch a glance a glance of their lifestyle. Men, dressed mostly in black trousers, and a kind of top hat, with their wives clad in ankle length dresses buttoned to their neck, and finished off with a white cloth cap. Children were abundant in the school playgrounds, and were separated by gender.
We watched as men gathered together in the fields to harvest corn and grain, cutting everything by hand and loading it onto a horse drawn wagon. In comparison, a few farms away, huge machines did the job much quicker and better. No phone, electricity or power tools of any kind could be seen in the possession of the conservative Amish.
But back in towns away from the Amish, things were quite different. Union halls lined the streets of Cleveland where worker waited in lines outside. Not much of the heavy industry is left following decades of strikes forcing them to close.
As we explored deeper into Democrat controlled areas, in particular upstate New York, the left wing liberalism became more apparent. New York has considerably higher fuel prices than any state we have travelled since leaving the west coast. Even higher than Chicago! Highway toll roads are necessary to use because the other highways are filled with pot holes. One toll exceeded 48 Dollars!
Cigarettes cost a whopping $8.95 a pack. Now that's up from the aver Five Bucks anywhere else. Now, I'm not a smoker, but that is crazy. And it is because New York has a state law placing a minimum price a retailer can sell the sticks. Now that's not capitalism is it?
New York also has a state law mandating that two adults be present whenever a swimming pool is in use (even in your own back yard). How's that? No midnight swims alone. No kids swimming with only a single parent present. Wonder what all the single moms do?
Over taxed, over regulated, causing over priced goods. Count your blessings for those stuck in California. But you are only a Pelosi click away!!
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Monday, June 24, 2013
Germs, Gravity, Gama Rays, and Obama
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You know, simply because you can't see something, it doesn't mean that it isn't there. But you can verify it's existance by realizing it's effects.
Like gravity, we know it is always present because we can see the apples falling downward from a tree. We can't see germs either, but we know they are ever present because of the terrible diseases they cause. And somewhere I learned that we are constantly being bombarded by Gama Rays, which we can't see. Sorry I forgot why we fear these stealthy rays, but that doesn't matter to just make my point.
President Obama is often out of sight, but he is ever present. And like gravity, I feel the effect of his admistration as an ever constant burden pulling me down. Increased taxes, higher prices for basic food and staples, unemployment, growing welfare and disability awards. Out of control spending, government subsidies to his friends, disarming America, and an appointed White House staff filled with hatred Muslims like never before.
Did you see Obama directing the IRS and CIA to attack against innocent Americans and companies? Did you hear Obama tell Susan Rice to plant the lies denying the Embassy attack was by Islamic terrorists? That list goes on and on. But even though we can not see Obama disabling America every day, we know he is still present and we will feel his effects far into the future.
So, I ask, "How many apples must fall on your skull before you will realize the effects of our President's decisions, corruption, and lies? How much more disease will he spread before America dies? His policies are silently effecting us all.
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You know, simply because you can't see something, it doesn't mean that it isn't there. But you can verify it's existance by realizing it's effects.
Like gravity, we know it is always present because we can see the apples falling downward from a tree. We can't see germs either, but we know they are ever present because of the terrible diseases they cause. And somewhere I learned that we are constantly being bombarded by Gama Rays, which we can't see. Sorry I forgot why we fear these stealthy rays, but that doesn't matter to just make my point.
President Obama is often out of sight, but he is ever present. And like gravity, I feel the effect of his admistration as an ever constant burden pulling me down. Increased taxes, higher prices for basic food and staples, unemployment, growing welfare and disability awards. Out of control spending, government subsidies to his friends, disarming America, and an appointed White House staff filled with hatred Muslims like never before.
Did you see Obama directing the IRS and CIA to attack against innocent Americans and companies? Did you hear Obama tell Susan Rice to plant the lies denying the Embassy attack was by Islamic terrorists? That list goes on and on. But even though we can not see Obama disabling America every day, we know he is still present and we will feel his effects far into the future.
So, I ask, "How many apples must fall on your skull before you will realize the effects of our President's decisions, corruption, and lies? How much more disease will he spread before America dies? His policies are silently effecting us all.
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Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Splitting time east of the Rockies
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So now, we've been sharing time with two of our families who live about 200 miles apart from one another along the base of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. A few days with one, then a few days with another. Sharing fun with grandchildren and children alike.
The refreshing politcs of Utah are now gone as we have returned to the liberalism we have in Oregon. But Colorado has taken things further. While Oregon continues to give away public parks and buildings to harbor the freeloading lifestyle, Colorado is preparing to build 10 Million Dollar Starbuck's style gathering places where idiots are free to assemble, buy pot, or bring thier own, and blow thier minds legally among others of thier kind.
The trend attracks tour busses loaded with people paying to be introduced to this lifestyle that has escaped from the closets. Capitalism at it's best! Such so, that it is even attractive to a straight-lacer like me.
Perhaps that is what I need to escape my fears of a government out of control. Perhaps I could just sit back, hug a Muslim, and take a toke with all the other idiots. I must say that it is tempting. Perhaps I may even come to change the face of this very blog!
Oh Mother Mary. I'm just one toke over the line!
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So now, we've been sharing time with two of our families who live about 200 miles apart from one another along the base of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. A few days with one, then a few days with another. Sharing fun with grandchildren and children alike.
The refreshing politcs of Utah are now gone as we have returned to the liberalism we have in Oregon. But Colorado has taken things further. While Oregon continues to give away public parks and buildings to harbor the freeloading lifestyle, Colorado is preparing to build 10 Million Dollar Starbuck's style gathering places where idiots are free to assemble, buy pot, or bring thier own, and blow thier minds legally among others of thier kind.
The trend attracks tour busses loaded with people paying to be introduced to this lifestyle that has escaped from the closets. Capitalism at it's best! Such so, that it is even attractive to a straight-lacer like me.
Perhaps that is what I need to escape my fears of a government out of control. Perhaps I could just sit back, hug a Muslim, and take a toke with all the other idiots. I must say that it is tempting. Perhaps I may even come to change the face of this very blog!
Oh Mother Mary. I'm just one toke over the line!
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Saturday, June 8, 2013
Live from Richfield, Utah
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This morning marks the beginning of our second week of travel. Our 5 year old grandson flew out from Colorado to be with us during the journey. The first 6 days took us through the high country of eastern Oregon, thru Idaho and into Utah.
No sooner than we left Oregon, the change was rather apparent. Seem gas stations, Mickie D's, grocery store and every other place people gathered, FOX News was on the TV monitors, and people were even watching! A far, but good cry, away from the dominance of the Democrats in Oregon. Oh what a relief it was!!
This leg was slow going, covering less that 1000 miles in six days. Plenty of time to stop and smell the roses. Relaxing with Republicans. Utah especially is strong in family traditions ans morals and they talk about thier values at every oppotunity. America surely needs more of that.
And as my world turns, so does the politics of my Country. The lying, denying, and justifying thier corruption continues. Holder denies his wrong doing as he investigates himself. Obama expresses his favor of the crooks he already has commissioned, and appoints even more into office to fill the spots of those smart enough to run.
Well, gorta run. Kids to play with. Stories to share and things to do.
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This morning marks the beginning of our second week of travel. Our 5 year old grandson flew out from Colorado to be with us during the journey. The first 6 days took us through the high country of eastern Oregon, thru Idaho and into Utah.
No sooner than we left Oregon, the change was rather apparent. Seem gas stations, Mickie D's, grocery store and every other place people gathered, FOX News was on the TV monitors, and people were even watching! A far, but good cry, away from the dominance of the Democrats in Oregon. Oh what a relief it was!!
This leg was slow going, covering less that 1000 miles in six days. Plenty of time to stop and smell the roses. Relaxing with Republicans. Utah especially is strong in family traditions ans morals and they talk about thier values at every oppotunity. America surely needs more of that.
And as my world turns, so does the politics of my Country. The lying, denying, and justifying thier corruption continues. Holder denies his wrong doing as he investigates himself. Obama expresses his favor of the crooks he already has commissioned, and appoints even more into office to fill the spots of those smart enough to run.
Well, gorta run. Kids to play with. Stories to share and things to do.
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
As the mold returns
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The Great Pacific Northwest is a beautiful, but sometimes a challenging place to live. With moisture abundant, cool temperatures, and longer periods of darkness, battling mold growth is a never ending chore.
Mold, like liberalism, thrives in dark and dingy places like closets. Left unchecked, it will spread beneath the door's threshold and creep along the baseboard to the next crevice and attempt to turn the corner to affect (or infect) the next room.
Little gives me more satisfaction then to spray the infection with chlorine or let light into the closet and watch the mold shrivel and withdraw into the crevice that it came from right before my eyes.
You know, I care about what happens in the closet. I care about about the drug use, alcoholism, corruption, same sex marriages, out of wedlock child births, and how many wives a man takes. I care about what thieves, liars, and creeps do in the closet.
Mold hates light like liberals hate the truth. Liberals promote hate by justifying it as a way to promote what they believe is for the "Greater Good." Ask Holder.
So open your closet and expose the mold to the Light of God. Spray some chlorine and sweep up the filth. You'll never completely rid the place of it, but you can certainly keep it in check that way.
On a lighter note, we leave Saturday morning!
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The Great Pacific Northwest is a beautiful, but sometimes a challenging place to live. With moisture abundant, cool temperatures, and longer periods of darkness, battling mold growth is a never ending chore.
Mold, like liberalism, thrives in dark and dingy places like closets. Left unchecked, it will spread beneath the door's threshold and creep along the baseboard to the next crevice and attempt to turn the corner to affect (or infect) the next room.
Little gives me more satisfaction then to spray the infection with chlorine or let light into the closet and watch the mold shrivel and withdraw into the crevice that it came from right before my eyes.
You know, I care about what happens in the closet. I care about about the drug use, alcoholism, corruption, same sex marriages, out of wedlock child births, and how many wives a man takes. I care about what thieves, liars, and creeps do in the closet.
Mold hates light like liberals hate the truth. Liberals promote hate by justifying it as a way to promote what they believe is for the "Greater Good." Ask Holder.
So open your closet and expose the mold to the Light of God. Spray some chlorine and sweep up the filth. You'll never completely rid the place of it, but you can certainly keep it in check that way.
On a lighter note, we leave Saturday morning!
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Saturday, May 25, 2013
It's that time again. . .
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Yep, we'll be starting our summer travels again in the Wheeled Manor by the end of this week. Our first leg will take us through Oregon, Idaho, and into Utah. And with us will be our 5 year old grandson who will be shipped to us via Air in a few days.
There, we will meet up with relatives from SoCal and Colorado for a family camp out. Then off to Colorado for a month or so with even more family. Sorry SoCal friends, you're not on our route as of yet, but could be on our return home.
From there we will head east along a northern route which will takes us by the Great Lakes region, and into the Colonial areas. Boston, New York, DC, and into the outer banks of the Carolina's. South along the East Coast into Florida, then west along the Gulf states before returning to Colorado for more family time before school starts. And then, home.
Perhaps (but I really doubt it), I'll be able to free myself from my thoughts about the atmosphere of corruption led by the Obama administration. Benghazi, Fast & Furious, FBI attacks, and IRS intrusions. And, I'm sure that list will grow even more as we travel. Obama, Hilary, Holder, Napolitano, and all the other bun boys and girls within Ba rack's regime will continue to grow in corruption and gain even more control over us as our ignorant population just shakes their head and refuses to get involved in any effort to stop them.
Oh well. Wishing you happy days. I'll keep you posted about the Trip.
Yep, we'll be starting our summer travels again in the Wheeled Manor by the end of this week. Our first leg will take us through Oregon, Idaho, and into Utah. And with us will be our 5 year old grandson who will be shipped to us via Air in a few days.
There, we will meet up with relatives from SoCal and Colorado for a family camp out. Then off to Colorado for a month or so with even more family. Sorry SoCal friends, you're not on our route as of yet, but could be on our return home.
From there we will head east along a northern route which will takes us by the Great Lakes region, and into the Colonial areas. Boston, New York, DC, and into the outer banks of the Carolina's. South along the East Coast into Florida, then west along the Gulf states before returning to Colorado for more family time before school starts. And then, home.
Perhaps (but I really doubt it), I'll be able to free myself from my thoughts about the atmosphere of corruption led by the Obama administration. Benghazi, Fast & Furious, FBI attacks, and IRS intrusions. And, I'm sure that list will grow even more as we travel. Obama, Hilary, Holder, Napolitano, and all the other bun boys and girls within Ba rack's regime will continue to grow in corruption and gain even more control over us as our ignorant population just shakes their head and refuses to get involved in any effort to stop them.
Oh well. Wishing you happy days. I'll keep you posted about the Trip.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Am I Stupid or What?
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President Obama. Must I refer to him as President? After all, there has been no other President named Barrack Obama. Actually, I don't think there is anyone else in America named Obama. That said, I guess it is OK if I just call him Obama. And you'll know exactly who I'm talking about.
Anyway, Obama must think I'm stupid. Stupid because he thinks I'll fall for his lies and deceptions. Stupid because he thinks I should not question his integrity. Stupid because he thinks I should not speak out.
Obama has been lying for eight years now, and he thinks I'm stupid enough to fall for his deceptions. Stupid for not believing him even before the idiots elected him. Stupid for not believing his story about where and how he grew up, who his friends were, what his religion was, where he was educated and how he paid for it.
Obama thinks I'm stupid for not falling for his denial of knowing the infamous American terrorist convicted of conspiracy to bomb the Pentagon, Bill Ayers. Stupid because I didn't believe his explanation about his lifelong, radical, Pastor who preaches hatred of America.
Obama thinks I'm stupid because I didn't believe him when he said we could keep our favorite doctors and that our medical premiums would be cheaper and the benefits would be better under his health care plan.
He thought I was stupid where he sided with his radical professor friend over the Camden cop. He though I would be stupid enough to believe that the Fort Hood massacre was an act of workplace violence and it didn't matter whether the shooter screamed Allah Akbar as he gunned down our soldiers.
Obama thought I would accept that his cabinet members as being those best qualified for the job. He thought I'm stupid enough to believe his support and bail outs of the unions and solar power makers would be in America's best interest. Stupid because he expects me to believe his "apology tour" through out the Muslim world would be best for us. And stupid enough to accepts his lies about what his role was in the Benghazi terrorist attacks.
So, my friends, since most of my followers understand my convictions and support my views, the Obama must think that you are stupid as well.
And so for the rest of my readers, you are truly stupid for electing this liar and supporting his path of destruction.
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President Obama. Must I refer to him as President? After all, there has been no other President named Barrack Obama. Actually, I don't think there is anyone else in America named Obama. That said, I guess it is OK if I just call him Obama. And you'll know exactly who I'm talking about.
Anyway, Obama must think I'm stupid. Stupid because he thinks I'll fall for his lies and deceptions. Stupid because he thinks I should not question his integrity. Stupid because he thinks I should not speak out.
Obama has been lying for eight years now, and he thinks I'm stupid enough to fall for his deceptions. Stupid for not believing him even before the idiots elected him. Stupid for not believing his story about where and how he grew up, who his friends were, what his religion was, where he was educated and how he paid for it.
Obama thinks I'm stupid for not falling for his denial of knowing the infamous American terrorist convicted of conspiracy to bomb the Pentagon, Bill Ayers. Stupid because I didn't believe his explanation about his lifelong, radical, Pastor who preaches hatred of America.
Obama thinks I'm stupid because I didn't believe him when he said we could keep our favorite doctors and that our medical premiums would be cheaper and the benefits would be better under his health care plan.
He thought I was stupid where he sided with his radical professor friend over the Camden cop. He though I would be stupid enough to believe that the Fort Hood massacre was an act of workplace violence and it didn't matter whether the shooter screamed Allah Akbar as he gunned down our soldiers.
Obama thought I would accept that his cabinet members as being those best qualified for the job. He thought I'm stupid enough to believe his support and bail outs of the unions and solar power makers would be in America's best interest. Stupid because he expects me to believe his "apology tour" through out the Muslim world would be best for us. And stupid enough to accepts his lies about what his role was in the Benghazi terrorist attacks.
So, my friends, since most of my followers understand my convictions and support my views, the Obama must think that you are stupid as well.
And so for the rest of my readers, you are truly stupid for electing this liar and supporting his path of destruction.
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Hugging Thugs
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Eric Holder recently proclaimed that amnesty for illegal aliens is "A matter of Civil and Human rights." Joe Biden announced that the Boston Bombers were just "Knock Off" Jihadists. Obama again told America "Not to rush to judgement." And countless friends and relatives claimed what great neighbors the bombers were and how well the brothers excelled in sports and academics.
Are you kidding me? Just what part of Human Rights gives anyone absolute rights to citizenship in a country they entered illegally? Didn't we give asylum to a family of terrorists? What is the diffence between a "knockoff" and a "real" terrorist when they both hate America and murder innocent people? The bombers and their mother admit that they hate America pledge their alliance to Allah under their own declared Jihad. Who cares what type of athletes they were! Who cares whether they acted alone or in concert with a group. The are murderers!
Sound familiar? Remember Obama speaking the same tone following the Fort Hood murders before declaring the incident Work Place violence? Remember him when he defended his black buddy that interfered with the cops? Remember Obama supporting Holder's refusal to prosecute the Black Muslims that were interfering at the voting poll? Remember Holder sending the judge and attorneys to stop the FBI from interviewing the terrorist at the hospital?
I'm disgusted with the many Americans minimizing murderous acts by Muslims on America. I'm tired of seeing so many of us tolerating, if not embracing these Islamic thugs. I'm tired of our leadership refusing to admit that our war against terror is real. When will they wake up, or will they?
Just let it go, then sit back and enjoy the show. So they say.
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Eric Holder recently proclaimed that amnesty for illegal aliens is "A matter of Civil and Human rights." Joe Biden announced that the Boston Bombers were just "Knock Off" Jihadists. Obama again told America "Not to rush to judgement." And countless friends and relatives claimed what great neighbors the bombers were and how well the brothers excelled in sports and academics.
Are you kidding me? Just what part of Human Rights gives anyone absolute rights to citizenship in a country they entered illegally? Didn't we give asylum to a family of terrorists? What is the diffence between a "knockoff" and a "real" terrorist when they both hate America and murder innocent people? The bombers and their mother admit that they hate America pledge their alliance to Allah under their own declared Jihad. Who cares what type of athletes they were! Who cares whether they acted alone or in concert with a group. The are murderers!
Sound familiar? Remember Obama speaking the same tone following the Fort Hood murders before declaring the incident Work Place violence? Remember him when he defended his black buddy that interfered with the cops? Remember Obama supporting Holder's refusal to prosecute the Black Muslims that were interfering at the voting poll? Remember Holder sending the judge and attorneys to stop the FBI from interviewing the terrorist at the hospital?
I'm disgusted with the many Americans minimizing murderous acts by Muslims on America. I'm tired of seeing so many of us tolerating, if not embracing these Islamic thugs. I'm tired of our leadership refusing to admit that our war against terror is real. When will they wake up, or will they?
Just let it go, then sit back and enjoy the show. So they say.
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Friday, April 26, 2013
Escaping the Closet
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OK. At least I've tried. I've done what you've said. I went to the closet and had nothing but happy thoughts. No politics. Little complaining. Less FOX News. Lots of watching Andy of Mayberry and Lassie. And I can not stand it any longer. I'm back!
So, first on my list of topics is Islam. But first let me set the stage.
As we all should know, our forefathers left England in a pursuit to acquire religious freedom. And in those days, it was Christianity that was so thought after. So America was born; created upon the laws of Christianity. And if you don't know Christianity is all about Love and Forgiveness.
As time passed, more any more immigrants settled in America bring with them new religions and cultures. Over time, Americans began to embrace these ideas, and to some extent relaxed their views toward other cultures and faiths. And we were able to co-exist productively and peacefully.
Until. . . . the influx of Islamic immigrants in America. The fundamentals of Islam conflict with our way of life in America. Democracy, peacefully co-exist with others, and both civil and criminal laws are prohibited by Islamic followers. You see, Muslims, by their very doctrine can not co-exist with anyone different than them, which they call Infidels. Their doctrine demands the murdering of every Infidel in a ritual they call "Jihad." Simply said, their doctrine promotes hate against anyone outside their faith.
In the interest of preserving America as it was created, the time has long passed that we must stop Islam from consuming our Nation and our way of life. America must stop embracing this ideology now. We must understand that every Muslim is an enemy of our God and our nation which was founded upon God. We can not merely focus only on the "radicalized" Muslims, but every Muslim, because none can truly respect the American values we have.
Wake up Americans. I know it's hard to realize that every Muslim is our enemy.
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OK. At least I've tried. I've done what you've said. I went to the closet and had nothing but happy thoughts. No politics. Little complaining. Less FOX News. Lots of watching Andy of Mayberry and Lassie. And I can not stand it any longer. I'm back!
So, first on my list of topics is Islam. But first let me set the stage.
As we all should know, our forefathers left England in a pursuit to acquire religious freedom. And in those days, it was Christianity that was so thought after. So America was born; created upon the laws of Christianity. And if you don't know Christianity is all about Love and Forgiveness.
As time passed, more any more immigrants settled in America bring with them new religions and cultures. Over time, Americans began to embrace these ideas, and to some extent relaxed their views toward other cultures and faiths. And we were able to co-exist productively and peacefully.
Until. . . . the influx of Islamic immigrants in America. The fundamentals of Islam conflict with our way of life in America. Democracy, peacefully co-exist with others, and both civil and criminal laws are prohibited by Islamic followers. You see, Muslims, by their very doctrine can not co-exist with anyone different than them, which they call Infidels. Their doctrine demands the murdering of every Infidel in a ritual they call "Jihad." Simply said, their doctrine promotes hate against anyone outside their faith.
In the interest of preserving America as it was created, the time has long passed that we must stop Islam from consuming our Nation and our way of life. America must stop embracing this ideology now. We must understand that every Muslim is an enemy of our God and our nation which was founded upon God. We can not merely focus only on the "radicalized" Muslims, but every Muslim, because none can truly respect the American values we have.
Wake up Americans. I know it's hard to realize that every Muslim is our enemy.
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Monday, April 22, 2013
Contagion
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OK. So please don't get offended believing I'm writing about you. But, after reading this, you feel like I've used you as an example, then I probably have. However, keep in mind that what I'm about to describe fits many of us, including me.
That said....... Recently I received a home video through the Thought Dock portal. I wish I could post the video here, but that would certainly make the sender feel singled out. But even if I did single them out, it would be good for them to hear my point of view.
The video logged an incident where a parent baked a cake for the children. The cake was quite large and was decorated with whipped chocolate frosting and brightly colored designs The cake looked like it was "To die for."
Apparently, the mother (who was not shown on the video) seated her four children around a small table with the cake in the center. There were no plates, utensils, or napkins in the area. The kids ranged from age 2-9 years, and were instructed to "Have at it!"
What a delightful surprise it was. As I watched, the three oldest kids immediately dove into the treat using only the fingers and hands, and sometimes even forced their mouths directly into the cake. What a mess! It was rather apparent the kids were having a blast, although it was not anything I would ever let my children do, nor do I personally think it was wise.
As the video progressed, I noticed the youngest child with a strange look on her face at the start. As she watched her siblings plow into it, it was clear that she knew at the start that it was wrong to eat like a heathen. But as time passed, she joined in with the others. First by only dipping a finger in, but eventually joined in full throttle. What a mess!
To me it was more than just a video of kids having fun. It convincingly illustrates "Learned Behavior." That youngest child knew from the start that what her siblings were doing was not acceptable behavior and refused to participate. But after watching her siblings do it, she succumbed to the peer pressure, and soon joined in.
Interestingly enough, several weeks before, that youngest child who had minimal exposure to church, came home from Sunday School, chanting, "I want to be like Jesus."
So, it works either way. You soon become like those that you associate with, whether good, bad, or ugly. Sin can only lead to further Sin, just as easily as righteousness leads to sanctuation.
Jus' Sayin'. So Mama tell your children...
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OK. So please don't get offended believing I'm writing about you. But, after reading this, you feel like I've used you as an example, then I probably have. However, keep in mind that what I'm about to describe fits many of us, including me.
That said....... Recently I received a home video through the Thought Dock portal. I wish I could post the video here, but that would certainly make the sender feel singled out. But even if I did single them out, it would be good for them to hear my point of view.
The video logged an incident where a parent baked a cake for the children. The cake was quite large and was decorated with whipped chocolate frosting and brightly colored designs The cake looked like it was "To die for."
Apparently, the mother (who was not shown on the video) seated her four children around a small table with the cake in the center. There were no plates, utensils, or napkins in the area. The kids ranged from age 2-9 years, and were instructed to "Have at it!"
What a delightful surprise it was. As I watched, the three oldest kids immediately dove into the treat using only the fingers and hands, and sometimes even forced their mouths directly into the cake. What a mess! It was rather apparent the kids were having a blast, although it was not anything I would ever let my children do, nor do I personally think it was wise.
As the video progressed, I noticed the youngest child with a strange look on her face at the start. As she watched her siblings plow into it, it was clear that she knew at the start that it was wrong to eat like a heathen. But as time passed, she joined in with the others. First by only dipping a finger in, but eventually joined in full throttle. What a mess!
To me it was more than just a video of kids having fun. It convincingly illustrates "Learned Behavior." That youngest child knew from the start that what her siblings were doing was not acceptable behavior and refused to participate. But after watching her siblings do it, she succumbed to the peer pressure, and soon joined in.
Interestingly enough, several weeks before, that youngest child who had minimal exposure to church, came home from Sunday School, chanting, "I want to be like Jesus."
So, it works either way. You soon become like those that you associate with, whether good, bad, or ugly. Sin can only lead to further Sin, just as easily as righteousness leads to sanctuation.
Jus' Sayin'. So Mama tell your children...
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Saturday, April 13, 2013
Mama tell your children
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In Those Days, I loved to sit on my Grandpa's lap and listen to him sing. Sounds weird, huh. One would never know by my voice that my Grandpa-D, after surviving the stress of Ellis Island, sang in the Italian Opera in New Yorr City. But more than that, I was fascinated by his life's experiences. I remember most of them to this day and occasionally reflect back on them when I find myself in a similar situation.
We were a proud family that never wanted to be the center of any one's attention, but then again we were taught how to never be left behind. Mama's constant lectures about wearing clean socks or the necessity of chewing with our mouth closed ring through my mind most every day. And I listened to them being told again to all of my younger siblings. It was as if someone told them to her long before my time.
Never did I hear a word about their struggling finances, but it was rather apparent to me as I grew older. Often I would notice that we would each get a pair of shoes for Easter Sunday, while Mom wore that same old dress which I think she made. I valued every lecture and every story, although some I had a difficult time believing. I can see the impact they had on me to this very day. They kept me proud and honest, hard working and humorous, sarcastic and cynical, and brave, strong and compassionate.
And when it came time, I passed the stories from my Grandpa, my Papa, and those of my own to my children. And to make a special point, I even made some up while exaggerating others just as they had done to me. Every story had a lesson and every one had a moral.
Sometimes today, I wonder whether parents are passing along similar tales to their kids. Or would the kids today even care to listen. Somehow my gut says they are not, and their children, so spoiled, do not care.
So live your life in Sin and Misery in this House of the Rising Scum and don't tell your children what they have done.
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In Those Days, I loved to sit on my Grandpa's lap and listen to him sing. Sounds weird, huh. One would never know by my voice that my Grandpa-D, after surviving the stress of Ellis Island, sang in the Italian Opera in New Yorr City. But more than that, I was fascinated by his life's experiences. I remember most of them to this day and occasionally reflect back on them when I find myself in a similar situation.
We were a proud family that never wanted to be the center of any one's attention, but then again we were taught how to never be left behind. Mama's constant lectures about wearing clean socks or the necessity of chewing with our mouth closed ring through my mind most every day. And I listened to them being told again to all of my younger siblings. It was as if someone told them to her long before my time.
Never did I hear a word about their struggling finances, but it was rather apparent to me as I grew older. Often I would notice that we would each get a pair of shoes for Easter Sunday, while Mom wore that same old dress which I think she made. I valued every lecture and every story, although some I had a difficult time believing. I can see the impact they had on me to this very day. They kept me proud and honest, hard working and humorous, sarcastic and cynical, and brave, strong and compassionate.
And when it came time, I passed the stories from my Grandpa, my Papa, and those of my own to my children. And to make a special point, I even made some up while exaggerating others just as they had done to me. Every story had a lesson and every one had a moral.
Sometimes today, I wonder whether parents are passing along similar tales to their kids. Or would the kids today even care to listen. Somehow my gut says they are not, and their children, so spoiled, do not care.
So live your life in Sin and Misery in this House of the Rising Scum and don't tell your children what they have done.
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Monday, April 1, 2013
Yesterday
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A few weeks ago, I met a new friend who was about 20 years my junior. About the same age as my oldest daughter. And as you can imagine, my conversation soon turned to politics and morals. It wasn't long before my new friend informed me that as we grow older, we become reluctant to accept change. And change is often better. Well, as you can imagine, that conversation has really made me think. Is it really better now than ever?
For me Yesterday was a time for a Sunday drive, stick ball and 15 cent burgers. Chevy Impala station wagons and 15mpg. Televisions with dials to tune and transistor radios. Kites at the beach and crabbing with a chicken neck tied to a string. Trading cards flapping on bicycle spokes and shovelling snow or raking leaves for a buck.
It was a time when all my friends had both a Mom and a Dad. The Mickey Mouse show, Rin Tin Tin and Roy Rogers. There were Sissies and Tom Boys but no Gays or Lesbians in my world. We wore ties to church, Mom stayed at home tending the kids and fixing dinner for my Dad when he came home from work.
I choked trying to smoke cigarettes but the only drug I knew was aspirin. One pair of shoes for church and school, and PF Fliers for play. Duck Tails and Crewcuts, but no Mohawks colored blue. Abortions were illegal and effective birth control means did not exist. Young men married their pregnant girlfriend and raised their children together.
I knew people in wheel chairs but none with hip replacements. My Mom was blind but somehow she watched me. We Potty Trotted houses but never did drive by shootings. There were fights at school, but the fighters became friends afterwards. A school teacher paddled me in class but no one ever called my Mom.
Well that was my Yesterday and I'm sure that everyone has their Yesterday. For most, Yesterday is dead and gone. But for me, it has not passed. It is the very essence of who I am and how I came to be me.
Speaking words of Wisdom, let me be Me.
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A few weeks ago, I met a new friend who was about 20 years my junior. About the same age as my oldest daughter. And as you can imagine, my conversation soon turned to politics and morals. It wasn't long before my new friend informed me that as we grow older, we become reluctant to accept change. And change is often better. Well, as you can imagine, that conversation has really made me think. Is it really better now than ever?
For me Yesterday was a time for a Sunday drive, stick ball and 15 cent burgers. Chevy Impala station wagons and 15mpg. Televisions with dials to tune and transistor radios. Kites at the beach and crabbing with a chicken neck tied to a string. Trading cards flapping on bicycle spokes and shovelling snow or raking leaves for a buck.
It was a time when all my friends had both a Mom and a Dad. The Mickey Mouse show, Rin Tin Tin and Roy Rogers. There were Sissies and Tom Boys but no Gays or Lesbians in my world. We wore ties to church, Mom stayed at home tending the kids and fixing dinner for my Dad when he came home from work.
I choked trying to smoke cigarettes but the only drug I knew was aspirin. One pair of shoes for church and school, and PF Fliers for play. Duck Tails and Crewcuts, but no Mohawks colored blue. Abortions were illegal and effective birth control means did not exist. Young men married their pregnant girlfriend and raised their children together.
I knew people in wheel chairs but none with hip replacements. My Mom was blind but somehow she watched me. We Potty Trotted houses but never did drive by shootings. There were fights at school, but the fighters became friends afterwards. A school teacher paddled me in class but no one ever called my Mom.
Well that was my Yesterday and I'm sure that everyone has their Yesterday. For most, Yesterday is dead and gone. But for me, it has not passed. It is the very essence of who I am and how I came to be me.
Speaking words of Wisdom, let me be Me.
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Thursday, March 28, 2013
Oppressed and Suppressed
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Now, even though I'm oppressed and suppressed being behind the door, some things get in and out through the magic of the Thought Dock Portal. And here is one. I didn't write it, but I could have. And this story is not as odd as you might think. It has been happening to me for over 40 years now.
Today I swung my front door wide open and placed my Remington 870 right in the doorway. I gave it 6 shells, then left it alone and went about my business.
While I was gone, the mailman delivered my mail, the neighbor boy across the street mowed the yard, a girl walked her dog down the street, and quite a few cars stopped at the stop sign right in front of our house. After about an hour, I checked on the gun. It was still sitting there, right where I had left it. It hadn't moved itself outside. It certainly hadn't killed anyone, even with the numerous opportunities it had been presented to do so. In fact, it hadn't even loaded itself. Well you can imagine my surprise,with all the media hype about how dangerous guns are and how they kill people.
Either the media is wrong or I'm in possession of the laziest gun in the world.
Well, I'm off to check on my spoons. I hear they're making people fat.
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Now, even though I'm oppressed and suppressed being behind the door, some things get in and out through the magic of the Thought Dock Portal. And here is one. I didn't write it, but I could have. And this story is not as odd as you might think. It has been happening to me for over 40 years now.
Today I swung my front door wide open and placed my Remington 870 right in the doorway. I gave it 6 shells, then left it alone and went about my business.
While I was gone, the mailman delivered my mail, the neighbor boy across the street mowed the yard, a girl walked her dog down the street, and quite a few cars stopped at the stop sign right in front of our house. After about an hour, I checked on the gun. It was still sitting there, right where I had left it. It hadn't moved itself outside. It certainly hadn't killed anyone, even with the numerous opportunities it had been presented to do so. In fact, it hadn't even loaded itself. Well you can imagine my surprise,with all the media hype about how dangerous guns are and how they kill people.
Either the media is wrong or I'm in possession of the laziest gun in the world.
Well, I'm off to check on my spoons. I hear they're making people fat.
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Monday, March 25, 2013
The way things are
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Hey now! Do I sound muffled? Well, I am. Muffled that is.
It's not just the raspy God Father voice that I've developed over the years that the doctors now call "Spastic Vocal Chord Syndrome" and have pledged to cure, but have yet to.
It's because I've actually entered the closet. The place that I once despised. It was once the place where people went to hide when they didn't fit into society. A dark place where nobody could see them. Where nobody had to listen to their screams. It was the place for criminals. Liars, cheats, and scoundrels. Pirates, thieves, witches. Gays, Lesbians and molesters. Adulterers, dopers and alcoholics. Whores, prostitutes, and gamblers. Thieves, thugs and slugs.
They were the ones behind closed doors. Muzzled from society because they were evil. They've always been around. For thousands of years. Always living in their ill ways, but hiding, wearing masks and not wanting to be discovered. Because they were ashamed, and because society would not tolerate them. That was Yesterday. A time which I loved so much.
Things are different now. It is no longer Yesterday, but Today.
We let them escape where they now brazenly exercise their lifestyle and demand that we join them. And most of us already have. They've filled the airways with their views as they boldly rub things in my face. Most news stations and Democrats have joined in. Laws protecting their insanity are passed every day.
So Today, I am in the closet. A place where my voice is muffled to a point where only a few of you can understand. A place where I can not be seen. A quiet and safe place where I can live my life without disturbing the freaks outside (actually by today's standard, I am the freak). Suppressed and oppressed.
And it's better that way.
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Hey now! Do I sound muffled? Well, I am. Muffled that is.
It's not just the raspy God Father voice that I've developed over the years that the doctors now call "Spastic Vocal Chord Syndrome" and have pledged to cure, but have yet to.
It's because I've actually entered the closet. The place that I once despised. It was once the place where people went to hide when they didn't fit into society. A dark place where nobody could see them. Where nobody had to listen to their screams. It was the place for criminals. Liars, cheats, and scoundrels. Pirates, thieves, witches. Gays, Lesbians and molesters. Adulterers, dopers and alcoholics. Whores, prostitutes, and gamblers. Thieves, thugs and slugs.
They were the ones behind closed doors. Muzzled from society because they were evil. They've always been around. For thousands of years. Always living in their ill ways, but hiding, wearing masks and not wanting to be discovered. Because they were ashamed, and because society would not tolerate them. That was Yesterday. A time which I loved so much.
Things are different now. It is no longer Yesterday, but Today.
We let them escape where they now brazenly exercise their lifestyle and demand that we join them. And most of us already have. They've filled the airways with their views as they boldly rub things in my face. Most news stations and Democrats have joined in. Laws protecting their insanity are passed every day.
So Today, I am in the closet. A place where my voice is muffled to a point where only a few of you can understand. A place where I can not be seen. A quiet and safe place where I can live my life without disturbing the freaks outside (actually by today's standard, I am the freak). Suppressed and oppressed.
And it's better that way.
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013
You are what you. . .
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Although it doesn't seem like it was long ago, but it was. It was very long ago when she said, "If you eat another mouthful of that cake, you'll going to turn into a cake." It was really funny to me at the time because I knew I couldn't turn myself into a cake by eating too much of one as she said. So, I just blew her off.
I now know just how right she was. But she wasn't just talking about eating cake. She was talking about so many other things. Not just eating things, but condoning, accepting, tolerating, or actually doing things that we know we shouldn't.
Remember that skinny kid in the 4th grade? You know, the one that loved to play with the girls, doing girl things, and dressing and talking like them. We used to call them Fruits and sissies. Or perhaps the kid that wore mostly black clothing and combed his hair back in a Duck Tail fashion. Mr. Cool.
Hot pants. Smoking. Fast cars. Foul language and Grass. Those were things that I was told not to do, and not to even be tempted. But I did. I did them all. But you know, now I know.
I know that the more we witness, the more we tolerate, the more we cone, the more we will become one that we know is wrong.
Hollywood rams this crap down our throats every night. Sitcoms galore about anything and everything. Daily shows about dysfunctional families, single parents, gay relationships, liars, cheats, murderers adulterers and Pot Farmers and Islam. Even a Jack in the Box commercial showning an animal flipping off Jack! A 24 hour news filled with corruption, monster storms, Gay marriage, pot smoking, and the wickedness of the world.
And now I know more than ever what she was talking about. The more we watch. The more we listen and witness all these things that we know are wrong; the soon we will all come to accept them as being normal.
But it is not.
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Although it doesn't seem like it was long ago, but it was. It was very long ago when she said, "If you eat another mouthful of that cake, you'll going to turn into a cake." It was really funny to me at the time because I knew I couldn't turn myself into a cake by eating too much of one as she said. So, I just blew her off.
I now know just how right she was. But she wasn't just talking about eating cake. She was talking about so many other things. Not just eating things, but condoning, accepting, tolerating, or actually doing things that we know we shouldn't.
Remember that skinny kid in the 4th grade? You know, the one that loved to play with the girls, doing girl things, and dressing and talking like them. We used to call them Fruits and sissies. Or perhaps the kid that wore mostly black clothing and combed his hair back in a Duck Tail fashion. Mr. Cool.
Hot pants. Smoking. Fast cars. Foul language and Grass. Those were things that I was told not to do, and not to even be tempted. But I did. I did them all. But you know, now I know.
I know that the more we witness, the more we tolerate, the more we cone, the more we will become one that we know is wrong.
Hollywood rams this crap down our throats every night. Sitcoms galore about anything and everything. Daily shows about dysfunctional families, single parents, gay relationships, liars, cheats, murderers adulterers and Pot Farmers and Islam. Even a Jack in the Box commercial showning an animal flipping off Jack! A 24 hour news filled with corruption, monster storms, Gay marriage, pot smoking, and the wickedness of the world.
And now I know more than ever what she was talking about. The more we watch. The more we listen and witness all these things that we know are wrong; the soon we will all come to accept them as being normal.
But it is not.
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Thursday, March 7, 2013
My Mama said . . . .
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I guess I wasn't much older than 8. Perhaps just in the second grade grade or so, when I was sent to the Principal's office along with another classmate for fighting on the playground. There we waited for our parents' arrival.
As I recall, the fight began when I got the better of the other kid while playing Tether Ball. Seems I was able to control several games by swatting the ball downward causing it to fly high above his head for the wins. The other kids were laughing all the while until. . . he attacked me. But, again, I got the better of him.
On the ride home, Mama said something like, "Now son. Never start a fight (which I didn't), but always be ready to finish one (which I did).
Not long after, I challenged my Mama about why I was never allowed to stay up late or do the things "all my other friends got to do." And my Mama told me that no one should be allowed to do everything they want. And Mama said, "As our Lord found out through Adam and Eve, we will the wrong decision."
Mama's lessons learned that have molded me to be me through this very day.
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I guess I wasn't much older than 8. Perhaps just in the second grade grade or so, when I was sent to the Principal's office along with another classmate for fighting on the playground. There we waited for our parents' arrival.
As I recall, the fight began when I got the better of the other kid while playing Tether Ball. Seems I was able to control several games by swatting the ball downward causing it to fly high above his head for the wins. The other kids were laughing all the while until. . . he attacked me. But, again, I got the better of him.
On the ride home, Mama said something like, "Now son. Never start a fight (which I didn't), but always be ready to finish one (which I did).
Not long after, I challenged my Mama about why I was never allowed to stay up late or do the things "all my other friends got to do." And my Mama told me that no one should be allowed to do everything they want. And Mama said, "As our Lord found out through Adam and Eve, we will the wrong decision."
Mama's lessons learned that have molded me to be me through this very day.
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Friday, March 1, 2013
I am I; and you are you
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I love history. Any kind of history. But especially my history. Because through an understanding history, one can obtain a general idea of the future.
This blog began as a journal nearly six years ago. I created it for me, to study me and to learn how I came to be me, and why I am I. It has revealed many of my life's experiences which define who I am. I understand now why God gives us a lifetime full of experiences, challenges and decisions. And it was those decisions that have molded me into me, and as time continues there will be many more experiences and decisions to be made.
The blog has since evolved into discussions on politics and ethics, and as it did, the readership increased. But I'll talk more about that another time.
Right now, I want to return to history. My history. Most of which directly involved me, and some of which involved encounters to others that I observed. But make no mistake about them; every experience played a role in who I came to be. So here are a few points to ponder, and perhaps you will understand why you are you.
If you ever went to bed hungry, did you then always clean your plate? Remember the first time you were lied to; did you then also become a liar? If you were bullied, did you then become a bully or vow to stand against them? When you caught the winning touchdown pass, did you share your glory with the offensive line? If someone stole you bicycle, did you then steal someone else's? When you saw a friend crying, did you laugh at them or cry along side them? When you saw a fight, did you break it up or join in? If you learned that your classmate died in an auto accident, did that encourage you to wear a seat belt? When you failed that test, did you cheat on the next one? When you killed a sparrow with your first BB gun, did you kill another? When you lost your best friend, did you vow to make another, or morn them forever? And when you stumbled on that last hurdle, did you get up and finish the race?
If anyone gave thier unconditional love to you, would you love them?
You know, whether or not I encountered these situations, or how I reacted to them is not important to you. But they are to me. Because moments such as these are what defines me. And I know that. And that is what is important to me.
So, who are you?
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I love history. Any kind of history. But especially my history. Because through an understanding history, one can obtain a general idea of the future.
This blog began as a journal nearly six years ago. I created it for me, to study me and to learn how I came to be me, and why I am I. It has revealed many of my life's experiences which define who I am. I understand now why God gives us a lifetime full of experiences, challenges and decisions. And it was those decisions that have molded me into me, and as time continues there will be many more experiences and decisions to be made.
The blog has since evolved into discussions on politics and ethics, and as it did, the readership increased. But I'll talk more about that another time.
Right now, I want to return to history. My history. Most of which directly involved me, and some of which involved encounters to others that I observed. But make no mistake about them; every experience played a role in who I came to be. So here are a few points to ponder, and perhaps you will understand why you are you.
If you ever went to bed hungry, did you then always clean your plate? Remember the first time you were lied to; did you then also become a liar? If you were bullied, did you then become a bully or vow to stand against them? When you caught the winning touchdown pass, did you share your glory with the offensive line? If someone stole you bicycle, did you then steal someone else's? When you saw a friend crying, did you laugh at them or cry along side them? When you saw a fight, did you break it up or join in? If you learned that your classmate died in an auto accident, did that encourage you to wear a seat belt? When you failed that test, did you cheat on the next one? When you killed a sparrow with your first BB gun, did you kill another? When you lost your best friend, did you vow to make another, or morn them forever? And when you stumbled on that last hurdle, did you get up and finish the race?
If anyone gave thier unconditional love to you, would you love them?
You know, whether or not I encountered these situations, or how I reacted to them is not important to you. But they are to me. Because moments such as these are what defines me. And I know that. And that is what is important to me.
So, who are you?
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Chambered
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Many, but not all of you know that I am a 34 year veteran of the Los Angeles Police Department. It was during the time of LAPD's glory years. The time of Dragnet, Police Story, Adam-12, and many motion pictures. A time of great pride.
But for me, it was a time that I could only share my experiences with others whom I deemed could relate. "Insiders" like other cops, firemen, emergency room nurses, and clergy. Those were the people that shared my experiences and somehow could understand. Anyway, some seven years after retirement, I am just now becoming able to my stories with others, and I do so that they can benefit. And here is one such story.
LAPD's Rampart Division was, at that time, the busiest police precinct in the world. More calls for service and more cops per resident than any other. Just outside the city center, it was an area long abandoned by the wealthy and left for drugs, alcohol, gangs, prostitution, and the mentally insane. It was the place where I worked the night shifts for my first six years. And I loved it! And it was simply amazing.
An early memory of my career involved an incident in Rampart. One morning just after midnight, I responded to a single family house which had been converted into a rental that housed several lower income families. One male resident had been beaten by an intruder when he answered a knock at the door. Although the man was in his 60's, I considered him elderly and defenseless, I guess because I young and healthy.
Anyway, the intruder, after entering the residence beat the victim severely, left him for dead, and then stole what little valuables he had before leaving. The victim lost his sight as the result of the beating and remained in the hospital for over a month.
It was not long after the victim's release that he returned home. I visited with him a time or two and learned that he was terrified sitting home alone and blind. As strong as I thought I was, I felt his pain. And I soon responded to yet another emergency at the victim's residence.
A week or two after returning home, the victim heard someone outside his door, but this time he refused to answer and screamed at the person to go away. The victim armed himself with an old surplus rifle that a friend of him gave him after the beating, and chambered a single bullet. As the victim cowered in a chair in a corner farthest away from his front door, he heard the sounds of his door being kicked in. The victim fired his rifle, through the still closed door and into the chest of the person outside, killing him.
Now California had a "Castle Law" that essentially gave a person the right to use deadly force against any threat by an intruder while inside a victim's home. But this time, this intruder had not yet gained entrance at the time the victim fired the rifle, and the Castle Law would not protect him and he was arrested and prosecuted for murder. And the court ruled that because the victim was blind and could not visually see the threat of an intruder, he was capable of using his weapon responsibly; therefore he was responsible for the intruder's death.
I've said before, "If you are not prepared to stand and fight, then you better be prepared to run for your life.
You decide. What would have done do?
Many, but not all of you know that I am a 34 year veteran of the Los Angeles Police Department. It was during the time of LAPD's glory years. The time of Dragnet, Police Story, Adam-12, and many motion pictures. A time of great pride.
But for me, it was a time that I could only share my experiences with others whom I deemed could relate. "Insiders" like other cops, firemen, emergency room nurses, and clergy. Those were the people that shared my experiences and somehow could understand. Anyway, some seven years after retirement, I am just now becoming able to my stories with others, and I do so that they can benefit. And here is one such story.
LAPD's Rampart Division was, at that time, the busiest police precinct in the world. More calls for service and more cops per resident than any other. Just outside the city center, it was an area long abandoned by the wealthy and left for drugs, alcohol, gangs, prostitution, and the mentally insane. It was the place where I worked the night shifts for my first six years. And I loved it! And it was simply amazing.
An early memory of my career involved an incident in Rampart. One morning just after midnight, I responded to a single family house which had been converted into a rental that housed several lower income families. One male resident had been beaten by an intruder when he answered a knock at the door. Although the man was in his 60's, I considered him elderly and defenseless, I guess because I young and healthy.
Anyway, the intruder, after entering the residence beat the victim severely, left him for dead, and then stole what little valuables he had before leaving. The victim lost his sight as the result of the beating and remained in the hospital for over a month.
It was not long after the victim's release that he returned home. I visited with him a time or two and learned that he was terrified sitting home alone and blind. As strong as I thought I was, I felt his pain. And I soon responded to yet another emergency at the victim's residence.
A week or two after returning home, the victim heard someone outside his door, but this time he refused to answer and screamed at the person to go away. The victim armed himself with an old surplus rifle that a friend of him gave him after the beating, and chambered a single bullet. As the victim cowered in a chair in a corner farthest away from his front door, he heard the sounds of his door being kicked in. The victim fired his rifle, through the still closed door and into the chest of the person outside, killing him.
Now California had a "Castle Law" that essentially gave a person the right to use deadly force against any threat by an intruder while inside a victim's home. But this time, this intruder had not yet gained entrance at the time the victim fired the rifle, and the Castle Law would not protect him and he was arrested and prosecuted for murder. And the court ruled that because the victim was blind and could not visually see the threat of an intruder, he was capable of using his weapon responsibly; therefore he was responsible for the intruder's death.
I've said before, "If you are not prepared to stand and fight, then you better be prepared to run for your life.
You decide. What would have done do?
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Stand Up
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Many of you have met me, most of you have not. So, to set the pace for this post, let me re-state the chorus line from a 1965 song by the Animals. "I'm just a Soul who's intentions are good. Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood." In other words, I'll speak my peace.
That said, most of my followers (but not all) are good people who's personal ethics follow those brought forth by the teachings of the Bible. Many of you, I hope, are Christians like me, but that is not the issue in this post. Just sound ethics.
During my travels across America, I make it a point to visit churches along the route. I love to see the views of others and through them, learn to improve upon my own life. This trip I realized little difference in the teachings of ethics across the denominations of the Christian churches that I visited. They all taught the importance of spreading the Word, obtaining Salvation, and following the Way. But one thing stood out.
I listened to sermon after sermon about following the Gospel. For those of you are not Christians yet, that means for the most part, to just do what is right. You knew what is right from birth without ever being taught and most of you strive to do the right thing always.
But I believe the clergy across America has fallen short in their discussions regarding ethics. They ramble on and on about what is right and good, but many fail to publicly stand against what is wrong and bad. In other words, as an example, they preach about the ills of adultery, yet they often refuse to confront the adulterer who is standing before them. And by remaining passive to these issues, they teach us to do the same And through our own passiveness, we allow America to sink ever deeper into a nation of the damned just as Pompeii.
Tolerance of these issues is not a solution. Don't accept what is wrong. Stand up publicly. Be active in protecting your ethics when ever you can. Confront those that you know are wrong. And do the right thing.
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Many of you have met me, most of you have not. So, to set the pace for this post, let me re-state the chorus line from a 1965 song by the Animals. "I'm just a Soul who's intentions are good. Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood." In other words, I'll speak my peace.
That said, most of my followers (but not all) are good people who's personal ethics follow those brought forth by the teachings of the Bible. Many of you, I hope, are Christians like me, but that is not the issue in this post. Just sound ethics.
During my travels across America, I make it a point to visit churches along the route. I love to see the views of others and through them, learn to improve upon my own life. This trip I realized little difference in the teachings of ethics across the denominations of the Christian churches that I visited. They all taught the importance of spreading the Word, obtaining Salvation, and following the Way. But one thing stood out.
I listened to sermon after sermon about following the Gospel. For those of you are not Christians yet, that means for the most part, to just do what is right. You knew what is right from birth without ever being taught and most of you strive to do the right thing always.
But I believe the clergy across America has fallen short in their discussions regarding ethics. They ramble on and on about what is right and good, but many fail to publicly stand against what is wrong and bad. In other words, as an example, they preach about the ills of adultery, yet they often refuse to confront the adulterer who is standing before them. And by remaining passive to these issues, they teach us to do the same And through our own passiveness, we allow America to sink ever deeper into a nation of the damned just as Pompeii.
Tolerance of these issues is not a solution. Don't accept what is wrong. Stand up publicly. Be active in protecting your ethics when ever you can. Confront those that you know are wrong. And do the right thing.
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Monday, January 28, 2013
We have laws. . .
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Americans have always had laws against Murder, yet we have always had Murders.
Law enforcement has always relied on the voluntary compliance of law. And for the most part that is effective. But not always.
As an example, most of us drive safely and within the confines of traffic law. But as we all know, there are idiots out there that have no reverence for the law, and law enforcement officials are continually on the offensive against those that violate it. Yet convicted offenders most often become repeat offenders.
My point is that we don't need more laws, we need more ethics. Ethics will determine whether you buy a gun and how you will use it. Ethics will govern whether you purchase that Fourty-ouncer and french fries, or drink and drive. Ethics will decide whether you cheat on your taxes, or steal from your neighbor. Ethics will set your pace for helping those in need, and cheating on your wife. And ethics will determine whether you lie or tell the truth.
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Americans have always had laws against Murder, yet we have always had Murders.
Law enforcement has always relied on the voluntary compliance of law. And for the most part that is effective. But not always.
As an example, most of us drive safely and within the confines of traffic law. But as we all know, there are idiots out there that have no reverence for the law, and law enforcement officials are continually on the offensive against those that violate it. Yet convicted offenders most often become repeat offenders.
My point is that we don't need more laws, we need more ethics. Ethics will determine whether you buy a gun and how you will use it. Ethics will govern whether you purchase that Fourty-ouncer and french fries, or drink and drive. Ethics will decide whether you cheat on your taxes, or steal from your neighbor. Ethics will set your pace for helping those in need, and cheating on your wife. And ethics will determine whether you lie or tell the truth.
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Sunday, January 13, 2013
Glosing the Gate
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During the travels of this trip I visited with several persons that lived in gated communities, or neighborhoods governed by home owner's associations. Now HOA's have been around a very long time and have been an interest to me. Now I can certainly see the advantages of HOA's, but I've not totally bought into the concept. That said, I'm always anxious to talk with those that live in HOA communities.
This trip though, It occurred to me that every one of the people that I've talked to recently said the same thing; that they appreciate the diversity in the city where they live. They seem to be proud that their city has a diverse population by race, age, religion, etcetera. On the face of things, they seem to love (or at least tolerate) those that are different than them. They travel, shop, work and play with those of a variety of cultures.
But back at home, things are different. These friends lock themselves behind the gates of their community, and enact HOA rules preventing anyone from entering and changing their perfect utopia. The HOA's prevent any changes to the homeowners private property that are outside the boundaries of the rules. No remodelling, No painting, No cars older than a certain year. Curfew hours. No washing or maintaining of cars. No. . . . and the list goes on and on.
As a result, these neighborhood become anything but diverse. Persons with income, children, and most often people loose any desire to live in these communities because of prejudices of the residents who justify their actions while claiming to love diversity. Gated communities may be fine for some, but please don't pretend to appreciate diversity while hiding behing your gate.
So, to those that have had recent visits from me, I won't apologize. If the shoe fits . . .
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During the travels of this trip I visited with several persons that lived in gated communities, or neighborhoods governed by home owner's associations. Now HOA's have been around a very long time and have been an interest to me. Now I can certainly see the advantages of HOA's, but I've not totally bought into the concept. That said, I'm always anxious to talk with those that live in HOA communities.
This trip though, It occurred to me that every one of the people that I've talked to recently said the same thing; that they appreciate the diversity in the city where they live. They seem to be proud that their city has a diverse population by race, age, religion, etcetera. On the face of things, they seem to love (or at least tolerate) those that are different than them. They travel, shop, work and play with those of a variety of cultures.
But back at home, things are different. These friends lock themselves behind the gates of their community, and enact HOA rules preventing anyone from entering and changing their perfect utopia. The HOA's prevent any changes to the homeowners private property that are outside the boundaries of the rules. No remodelling, No painting, No cars older than a certain year. Curfew hours. No washing or maintaining of cars. No. . . . and the list goes on and on.
As a result, these neighborhood become anything but diverse. Persons with income, children, and most often people loose any desire to live in these communities because of prejudices of the residents who justify their actions while claiming to love diversity. Gated communities may be fine for some, but please don't pretend to appreciate diversity while hiding behing your gate.
So, to those that have had recent visits from me, I won't apologize. If the shoe fits . . .
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Monday, January 7, 2013
Pride - Integrity - Guts
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A few days ago, I attended the funeral of a friend that unexpectedly passed away in his sleep. He wasn't my best friend, but I wish now that he was.
Among the many people in attendance for my mid-sixties friend, was his mid-nineties father.
Several people who knew my friend much better than I spoke from the pulpit. As I listened, I became riveted about the stories they told while learning so much about my friend. Stories from co-workers, relatives and friends told of his very distinguished military career, love for his wife, and love for children and sports.
But the most impressive testimony about my friend came from his father, also a decorated Marine. A most heart wrenching thing it must be to attend the funeral of one's only son so late into one's life. But this father handled it in stride by briefly stating how proud he was to be my friend's father; a person with his own pride, his own integrity, and his own guts. A person who worked hard his entire life, to build his life and effect the lives of everyone around him. And, most importantly, a man who loved Christ.
Now I'm no stranger to funerals, including military ones for both my co-workers and my own family. But, as I sit here, still in awe over what I witnessed, I can not help but wonder how many of us can truely say the same about our own children.
A legacy was left.
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A few days ago, I attended the funeral of a friend that unexpectedly passed away in his sleep. He wasn't my best friend, but I wish now that he was.
Among the many people in attendance for my mid-sixties friend, was his mid-nineties father.
Several people who knew my friend much better than I spoke from the pulpit. As I listened, I became riveted about the stories they told while learning so much about my friend. Stories from co-workers, relatives and friends told of his very distinguished military career, love for his wife, and love for children and sports.
But the most impressive testimony about my friend came from his father, also a decorated Marine. A most heart wrenching thing it must be to attend the funeral of one's only son so late into one's life. But this father handled it in stride by briefly stating how proud he was to be my friend's father; a person with his own pride, his own integrity, and his own guts. A person who worked hard his entire life, to build his life and effect the lives of everyone around him. And, most importantly, a man who loved Christ.
Now I'm no stranger to funerals, including military ones for both my co-workers and my own family. But, as I sit here, still in awe over what I witnessed, I can not help but wonder how many of us can truely say the same about our own children.
A legacy was left.
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Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Mama, It's Cold outside!
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What a Christmas! Here is a view of the Wheeled Manor when we awoke on Christmas Eve outside Colorado Springs. Such beauty, but only at Six Degrees. Haven't seen anything like this since the ones that I had on the East Coast some 50+ years ago. And so different that what we've had in Southern California and Oregon during my adulthood.
Merry Christmas!!
See you soon.
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What a Christmas! Here is a view of the Wheeled Manor when we awoke on Christmas Eve outside Colorado Springs. Such beauty, but only at Six Degrees. Haven't seen anything like this since the ones that I had on the East Coast some 50+ years ago. And so different that what we've had in Southern California and Oregon during my adulthood.
Merry Christmas!!
See you soon.
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Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Why?
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As we try to recover from the tragedy in Newtown, we scramble to answer the "Whys." And as we do, we will place blame on every thing and everyone but ourselves. But what is most important is to make the proper corrections to prevent another recurrence.
So, why Newtown? It's no different than anywhere else in America, so that means it can happen in your community. You need to believe that. We need to review history in search of answers, which will, in time prevent future incidents of hatred.
Newtown IS America. It is a place much different than it once was. Life in America has been easy for most of us during the past 50 years. Most of us have (at least until recently) obtained adequate wealth, good jobs, and an over abundance of products making our lives even easier. Simply said, we are spoiled and we are raising even more spoiled children to fill our shoes every day.
Let's look to history for answers. But since many of you grew up with the mindset today, you are too young to know what once was. So, I'll tell you.
In Those Days, we didn't have strong unions keeping us exempt from termination even if it was well deserved. We had to be hard working in the factories just to make ends meet. We demanded that our children had respect, ethics, love and the value of life. There was no room for poor behavior or rewards without earning them.
In Those Days, we had guns. Many of them. But there were no mass murders done by disgruntled workers or spoiled young people. We had Hollywood and the news media, But the media wasn't set on glamorizing car chases or shootouts with the cops. And there was no video games promoting rape or murder. Or movies portraying ax slayings.
In Those Days there was mental illness, but 64% of our population, including children, were not on "floaters" to control it. We had drugs and alcohol. But there were strict laws governing their use.
In Those Days we lived in small homes that were filled with love. Not a 3000 sqft. one overstuffed with unused crap stuffed into every crevice.
We are so....... Spoiled! We throw a tantrum when things don't go our way, and sometimes that tantrum is MURDER.
So, that said, why is America the way we are? There are a number of factors, and all must be changed. But, to put it bluntly, you and I (to some extent) are the answer to the "Why." We must change that to return to Those Days.
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As we try to recover from the tragedy in Newtown, we scramble to answer the "Whys." And as we do, we will place blame on every thing and everyone but ourselves. But what is most important is to make the proper corrections to prevent another recurrence.
So, why Newtown? It's no different than anywhere else in America, so that means it can happen in your community. You need to believe that. We need to review history in search of answers, which will, in time prevent future incidents of hatred.
Newtown IS America. It is a place much different than it once was. Life in America has been easy for most of us during the past 50 years. Most of us have (at least until recently) obtained adequate wealth, good jobs, and an over abundance of products making our lives even easier. Simply said, we are spoiled and we are raising even more spoiled children to fill our shoes every day.
Let's look to history for answers. But since many of you grew up with the mindset today, you are too young to know what once was. So, I'll tell you.
In Those Days, we didn't have strong unions keeping us exempt from termination even if it was well deserved. We had to be hard working in the factories just to make ends meet. We demanded that our children had respect, ethics, love and the value of life. There was no room for poor behavior or rewards without earning them.
In Those Days, we had guns. Many of them. But there were no mass murders done by disgruntled workers or spoiled young people. We had Hollywood and the news media, But the media wasn't set on glamorizing car chases or shootouts with the cops. And there was no video games promoting rape or murder. Or movies portraying ax slayings.
In Those Days there was mental illness, but 64% of our population, including children, were not on "floaters" to control it. We had drugs and alcohol. But there were strict laws governing their use.
In Those Days we lived in small homes that were filled with love. Not a 3000 sqft. one overstuffed with unused crap stuffed into every crevice.
We are so....... Spoiled! We throw a tantrum when things don't go our way, and sometimes that tantrum is MURDER.
So, that said, why is America the way we are? There are a number of factors, and all must be changed. But, to put it bluntly, you and I (to some extent) are the answer to the "Why." We must change that to return to Those Days.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012
There is nothing we can do about that?????
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Recently while travelling in the Manor, we stopped at a Rest Area along an Interstate Highway.
If you've never visited one, they are designed to allow drivers to stretch their legs, use restroom facilities, or perhaps even take a nap. Some rest areas are called "Safety Areas" which is the true reason for their construction. I'm sure the rest areas are expensive to build and maintain with funding provided by federal taxes on fuel.
At one such stop in Central California, I noticed a sign limiting the length of stay to six hours and stating "No Soliciting - No Overnight Camping." OK, well I'm good with that because the Federal Fuel taxes I pay are there to make my life easier.
But while walking the dogs through this California rest area, I noticed at least four people soliciting near the walkway to the rest room. They were holding signs reading, "Stranded. Need Fuel. Anything will help." Then I saw several tents, filled with living necessities pitched beneath the trees next to a picnic table in the rear. It was obvious the tent camp had been there for at least weeks, and it was equally apparent that the solicitors belonged to the tents. They were not stranded but camped out and earning their secondary income begging.
Angry that my Federal fuel taxes were funding this new wave of life style, I approached a Highway Patrol Officer whom had come to "rest" and complained about the illigal solicitation and violations of the lenghth of stay rules. So he replied, "Well there is nothing we can do about that."
A few nights ago, I watched a news clip of 5000 revelers beneath the Space Needle in Seattle and celebrating their success in changing the law in Washington to all pot smoking. They were smoking thier hemp in public and many were minors who had nothing to do with the ballot measure. They were in violation of the very law they enacted by smoking the pot in public.
So, where were the Feds? It is a Federal violation to possess, use, sell, or buy pot. Is the answer the same? Nothing can be done about that? Why is it that those that obey the law have to suffer from those that don't.
Something's wrong with these pictures.
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Recently while travelling in the Manor, we stopped at a Rest Area along an Interstate Highway.
If you've never visited one, they are designed to allow drivers to stretch their legs, use restroom facilities, or perhaps even take a nap. Some rest areas are called "Safety Areas" which is the true reason for their construction. I'm sure the rest areas are expensive to build and maintain with funding provided by federal taxes on fuel.
At one such stop in Central California, I noticed a sign limiting the length of stay to six hours and stating "No Soliciting - No Overnight Camping." OK, well I'm good with that because the Federal Fuel taxes I pay are there to make my life easier.
But while walking the dogs through this California rest area, I noticed at least four people soliciting near the walkway to the rest room. They were holding signs reading, "Stranded. Need Fuel. Anything will help." Then I saw several tents, filled with living necessities pitched beneath the trees next to a picnic table in the rear. It was obvious the tent camp had been there for at least weeks, and it was equally apparent that the solicitors belonged to the tents. They were not stranded but camped out and earning their secondary income begging.
Angry that my Federal fuel taxes were funding this new wave of life style, I approached a Highway Patrol Officer whom had come to "rest" and complained about the illigal solicitation and violations of the lenghth of stay rules. So he replied, "Well there is nothing we can do about that."
A few nights ago, I watched a news clip of 5000 revelers beneath the Space Needle in Seattle and celebrating their success in changing the law in Washington to all pot smoking. They were smoking thier hemp in public and many were minors who had nothing to do with the ballot measure. They were in violation of the very law they enacted by smoking the pot in public.
So, where were the Feds? It is a Federal violation to possess, use, sell, or buy pot. Is the answer the same? Nothing can be done about that? Why is it that those that obey the law have to suffer from those that don't.
Something's wrong with these pictures.
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Saturday, December 8, 2012
Learn to Count; Learn what Counts
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Well, it is Time. Time for a Season. But this is THE Season! And for me, it is the ONLY Season. The Season about Faith. The Season about Love. The Season about Giving. The Season about sharing. The Season about Family and Friends. And for me, the Season that wraps up the happenings of the year and sets the way for the new.
Start this Season by learning to Count. Count everything and never stop. But equally important, Learn what Counts, and never stop.
For me, my Family Counts, but the inevitable disputes do not. My Friends Count, but my Foes do not. Giving a Gift Counts, but receiving one does not. Shopping for that Special Gift counts, but the Long Lines at the cash register do not. Wishing a Stranger "Merry Christmas" Counts, but the occasional "Happy Holiday" response does not. Smiling Counts, but Stares do not. Standing you Morals Counts, but Accepting one's Evils does not. And Love counts, but Hate does not.
So Count, but Learn what Counts! Merry Christmas.
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Well, it is Time. Time for a Season. But this is THE Season! And for me, it is the ONLY Season. The Season about Faith. The Season about Love. The Season about Giving. The Season about sharing. The Season about Family and Friends. And for me, the Season that wraps up the happenings of the year and sets the way for the new.
Start this Season by learning to Count. Count everything and never stop. But equally important, Learn what Counts, and never stop.
For me, my Family Counts, but the inevitable disputes do not. My Friends Count, but my Foes do not. Giving a Gift Counts, but receiving one does not. Shopping for that Special Gift counts, but the Long Lines at the cash register do not. Wishing a Stranger "Merry Christmas" Counts, but the occasional "Happy Holiday" response does not. Smiling Counts, but Stares do not. Standing you Morals Counts, but Accepting one's Evils does not. And Love counts, but Hate does not.
So Count, but Learn what Counts! Merry Christmas.
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Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Tyranny
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I apologize for leaving you all wondering why the posts have not been forthwith and leaving you wondering aimlessly without the Thought Dock wisdom to guide and comfort you in your daily lives. But, once again we are on the road across America and the marvel of Wifi is sporadic. I do however, promise to keep the Thought Dock portal open to you as often as I can.
While driving along an open stretch of highway, I couldn't help to recall a statement someone passed on; "Tyranny can only prevail when good people don't do anything."
Think about that for a moment. It's powerful, and it's what I've been harping on for years in this blog. Guess what? It explains the very reason why America is where it is today. At a crossroad. Simply because good Americans didn't do anything to stand against what is wrong. What is immoral. What is evil.
Ever wonder why most Americans will agree that America is the greatest country in the world, but most seem to forget how we got here? Like the Jews in Nazi Germany walked, most knowingly, to their death, good Americans are following.
So, I know that many of you think that I have backed off following the re-election of Obama, and then getting the boot from the blog, but nothing could be further from the truth. You see, it is my goal now to save America from ruin, one citizen at a time. So, the Thought Dock will focus less on politics, but continue to hammer home issues regarding ethics happening everyday in America.
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I apologize for leaving you all wondering why the posts have not been forthwith and leaving you wondering aimlessly without the Thought Dock wisdom to guide and comfort you in your daily lives. But, once again we are on the road across America and the marvel of Wifi is sporadic. I do however, promise to keep the Thought Dock portal open to you as often as I can.
While driving along an open stretch of highway, I couldn't help to recall a statement someone passed on; "Tyranny can only prevail when good people don't do anything."
Think about that for a moment. It's powerful, and it's what I've been harping on for years in this blog. Guess what? It explains the very reason why America is where it is today. At a crossroad. Simply because good Americans didn't do anything to stand against what is wrong. What is immoral. What is evil.
Ever wonder why most Americans will agree that America is the greatest country in the world, but most seem to forget how we got here? Like the Jews in Nazi Germany walked, most knowingly, to their death, good Americans are following.
So, I know that many of you think that I have backed off following the re-election of Obama, and then getting the boot from the blog, but nothing could be further from the truth. You see, it is my goal now to save America from ruin, one citizen at a time. So, the Thought Dock will focus less on politics, but continue to hammer home issues regarding ethics happening everyday in America.
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Sunday, November 18, 2012
Heave Ho
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Some 50 years ago, my parents took me camping for the first time. We loaded out '60 Chevy Bisquane station wagon with borrowed miltary ice chests, blankets, lanterns, a gas stove, and then strapped a tent to the roof before climbing into what space was left. With Pop driving, Mom riding shotgun, a baby brother and a little sister, we headed off to the Appalachian mountains from our modest miltary housing in Conneticut.
Even at 10ish, it seemed things were a fiasco. The tent Pop borrowed from the motor pool was made of very heavy canvass and had huge wood poles that would raise the roof with a heave-ho from all of us. The kids were stationed outside to hold the walls to the ground while Mome hammered the stakes into the ground with a rock because Pop forgot a hammer. Actually, I think it was his first time camping too, because it seemed he didn't know much what to do. Seems my Mom was the mastermind that held things together.
But, I loved every moment of it from catching my first fish on a hand line, to being in charge of pumping up the gas stove and lantern. And Pop brought his plastic raft with a sail that he had won at his Platoon's anual picnic a few weeks before. Never did get that sail to work, I guess because we had no idea of how to set a sail.
Anyway, that was how it began. Since then we tent camped, until my wife discovered the RV's with real toilets and showers that other people had. Soon it was good bye to the porta-potie and sleeping bags as we progressed (if you call it that) from tent trailers, to hard side trailers, and all the way up to our Motorized Diesel Pusher. How 'bout that?
Gone are the blankets, gas lanterns, and sponge baths. Two bathrooms provide piping hot showers, a kitchen with filtered drinking water, a double sink, microwave, and a stove. All rounded off with 2 HD televisions and forced air heating and air coditioning. It's not even called camping anymore, but rather RV Resorting.
My, Mom and Pop could never have imagined!
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Some 50 years ago, my parents took me camping for the first time. We loaded out '60 Chevy Bisquane station wagon with borrowed miltary ice chests, blankets, lanterns, a gas stove, and then strapped a tent to the roof before climbing into what space was left. With Pop driving, Mom riding shotgun, a baby brother and a little sister, we headed off to the Appalachian mountains from our modest miltary housing in Conneticut.
Even at 10ish, it seemed things were a fiasco. The tent Pop borrowed from the motor pool was made of very heavy canvass and had huge wood poles that would raise the roof with a heave-ho from all of us. The kids were stationed outside to hold the walls to the ground while Mome hammered the stakes into the ground with a rock because Pop forgot a hammer. Actually, I think it was his first time camping too, because it seemed he didn't know much what to do. Seems my Mom was the mastermind that held things together.
But, I loved every moment of it from catching my first fish on a hand line, to being in charge of pumping up the gas stove and lantern. And Pop brought his plastic raft with a sail that he had won at his Platoon's anual picnic a few weeks before. Never did get that sail to work, I guess because we had no idea of how to set a sail.
Anyway, that was how it began. Since then we tent camped, until my wife discovered the RV's with real toilets and showers that other people had. Soon it was good bye to the porta-potie and sleeping bags as we progressed (if you call it that) from tent trailers, to hard side trailers, and all the way up to our Motorized Diesel Pusher. How 'bout that?
Gone are the blankets, gas lanterns, and sponge baths. Two bathrooms provide piping hot showers, a kitchen with filtered drinking water, a double sink, microwave, and a stove. All rounded off with 2 HD televisions and forced air heating and air coditioning. It's not even called camping anymore, but rather RV Resorting.
My, Mom and Pop could never have imagined!
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Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Getting the Boot
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Judging by the onslaught of inquiries, many of you now know that I got BOOTED! OK, I admit, I cop out that I got kicked off Blogspot, which provides the opportunity for me to have a blog. So, I know you just dying to know, "Why?"
Well, I'll tell you. I really don't know. Well, the Blogspot Police really didn't tell me. They could only say that I didn't follow their Rules of Use. So I read up on the subject and could only find a few No No's.
Like calling President Obama a liar. Seems that was the thing that put me over the top to get booted. It's not like I was telling an untruth, but I guess the truth was just too offensive for the Liberals to handle.
Anyway, I'm back now. And I'm here to stay. I got spanked, and I've learned my lesson. I repent.
But, I think I'll get the subject matter of my blogs back to what they were in Those Days where it all began. Mostly happy times, but some that could cause a tear if you are the mushy, touchy feely type. But stories that can help build a better life. Ethics, Religion, Patriotism, and most everything in between. Back to the days when the readership flourished. But then again, politics might even sneak in too as I can't be expected to be totally silent on such an important subject.
So anyway, I'm sorry for leaving so many of my Followers in the day this past week. I know you had no where else to turn and might have found yourself wandering aimlessly without the direction of the Though Dock portal.
Oh Happy Days!
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Judging by the onslaught of inquiries, many of you now know that I got BOOTED! OK, I admit, I cop out that I got kicked off Blogspot, which provides the opportunity for me to have a blog. So, I know you just dying to know, "Why?"
Well, I'll tell you. I really don't know. Well, the Blogspot Police really didn't tell me. They could only say that I didn't follow their Rules of Use. So I read up on the subject and could only find a few No No's.
Like calling President Obama a liar. Seems that was the thing that put me over the top to get booted. It's not like I was telling an untruth, but I guess the truth was just too offensive for the Liberals to handle.
Anyway, I'm back now. And I'm here to stay. I got spanked, and I've learned my lesson. I repent.
But, I think I'll get the subject matter of my blogs back to what they were in Those Days where it all began. Mostly happy times, but some that could cause a tear if you are the mushy, touchy feely type. But stories that can help build a better life. Ethics, Religion, Patriotism, and most everything in between. Back to the days when the readership flourished. But then again, politics might even sneak in too as I can't be expected to be totally silent on such an important subject.
So anyway, I'm sorry for leaving so many of my Followers in the day this past week. I know you had no where else to turn and might have found yourself wandering aimlessly without the direction of the Though Dock portal.
Oh Happy Days!
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Thursday, November 8, 2012
When the Takers outweigh the Makers
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Congrats Mr. President. You have kept one campaign promise of 2008 and have successfully transformed America!
America has now gained 17% more Takers than when you took office. Takers now account for 49% of Americans. They have learned that entering the welfare system is easier and pays more (when you consider the free medical) than the job they once worked!
As I've blogged before, America is on it's way to Greece. It can not recover now. With 49% Takers, combined with a few liberal independents, the Makers can no longer prevail.
In Oregon, every issue on the ballot asking for more social projects, passed. The majority voted knowingly that these programs would increase taxes. But the majority (Takers) don't pay taxes. Oregon has no sales tax, and is funded only by property and income taxes, and Takers have neither a job, or own a home. I'm sure issues such as these were passed in every state across our nation.
Our Nation? If you are a successful business person, or are proud enough to work for a living, or once did, if you don't smoke pot, or live in a Gay relationship, you must understand that you are a Maker and are no longer the majority in this Country of Takers.
Greece fell when the Takers rose to 62% of the population, so America is not long to wait.
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Congrats Mr. President. You have kept one campaign promise of 2008 and have successfully transformed America!
America has now gained 17% more Takers than when you took office. Takers now account for 49% of Americans. They have learned that entering the welfare system is easier and pays more (when you consider the free medical) than the job they once worked!
As I've blogged before, America is on it's way to Greece. It can not recover now. With 49% Takers, combined with a few liberal independents, the Makers can no longer prevail.
In Oregon, every issue on the ballot asking for more social projects, passed. The majority voted knowingly that these programs would increase taxes. But the majority (Takers) don't pay taxes. Oregon has no sales tax, and is funded only by property and income taxes, and Takers have neither a job, or own a home. I'm sure issues such as these were passed in every state across our nation.
Our Nation? If you are a successful business person, or are proud enough to work for a living, or once did, if you don't smoke pot, or live in a Gay relationship, you must understand that you are a Maker and are no longer the majority in this Country of Takers.
Greece fell when the Takers rose to 62% of the population, so America is not long to wait.
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Friday, November 2, 2012
Send in the Windmills
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Obama made his last ditch campaign appearance to the victims of Hurricane Sandy. Wile visiting the Jersey Shores, he gave warm hugs and comforting words to some that have lost not only their homes, but loved ones as well. What a guy!
Obama announced that the people of the Shore are in dire need of help and in response he has directed FEMA to remove the "Red Tape" and get assistance to the area. He ordered that all calls to FEMA be responded to within 15 minutes. So I ask why does it take an incident of this magnitude to cause FEMA to magically become efficient? They should have always had returned their calls immediately, even in calm times! but they never have, and as you see now, they still can't get things done. FEMA is dysfunctional to say the least.
What a guy, Mr. President! It would have been nice if your offices would have returned the cries for help coming from our embassy in Lybia in 15 minutes. It is a disgrace that those people died because of your dysfunctional policies.
"These folks need gasoline immediately," is what you said to the news, and "I'm going to see that they get it." Well where is it Mr. President? And why can't the rest of us in the country get some too?
Mr. President, you are a fake, a joke, and a liar. I would have believed you more if you had just sent them some windmills and solar panels.
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Obama made his last ditch campaign appearance to the victims of Hurricane Sandy. Wile visiting the Jersey Shores, he gave warm hugs and comforting words to some that have lost not only their homes, but loved ones as well. What a guy!
Obama announced that the people of the Shore are in dire need of help and in response he has directed FEMA to remove the "Red Tape" and get assistance to the area. He ordered that all calls to FEMA be responded to within 15 minutes. So I ask why does it take an incident of this magnitude to cause FEMA to magically become efficient? They should have always had returned their calls immediately, even in calm times! but they never have, and as you see now, they still can't get things done. FEMA is dysfunctional to say the least.
What a guy, Mr. President! It would have been nice if your offices would have returned the cries for help coming from our embassy in Lybia in 15 minutes. It is a disgrace that those people died because of your dysfunctional policies.
"These folks need gasoline immediately," is what you said to the news, and "I'm going to see that they get it." Well where is it Mr. President? And why can't the rest of us in the country get some too?
Mr. President, you are a fake, a joke, and a liar. I would have believed you more if you had just sent them some windmills and solar panels.
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Looking South
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I have heard that when you are standing at the North Pole, no matter which direction you turn, you can only look south.
I never really thought much about those words until recently when I watched a documentary about the Cuban Missle crisis. It seems the Russian Communist Party leader, Nikita Kheushchev, told that to President John Kennedy accusing the President of not being able to see any other view but his. And so the world stood waiting for the End of Days to come. And so close we were. And so close we are now. And now I know what that slogan means.
So true it was that our President's views today are much the same as JFK's some 50 years ago. Obama has that that same inability to compromise with anyone, even those of his own Party. His way or no way. "Tax the rich or I won't agree to any fiscal budget," is what he blusters. And that has gotten our Country nowhere.
But you know, it's not just Obama. It is with most of our elected officials that have built a career into thier appointments. Once they feel comfortable at the top of thier world, they can only look down on use as they refuse to compromise on anything that doesn't serve their personal needs.
And I'm tired of that. That is not a democracy. And that is the down turn of American politics.
So. I've said it before, I will not vote to re-elect any senior representive, Republican or other, who has demonstrated that "Looking South" attitude. Any I encourage you to do the same. You should already know who these idiots are. So look up, but not to, them and vote them out.
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I have heard that when you are standing at the North Pole, no matter which direction you turn, you can only look south.
I never really thought much about those words until recently when I watched a documentary about the Cuban Missle crisis. It seems the Russian Communist Party leader, Nikita Kheushchev, told that to President John Kennedy accusing the President of not being able to see any other view but his. And so the world stood waiting for the End of Days to come. And so close we were. And so close we are now. And now I know what that slogan means.
So true it was that our President's views today are much the same as JFK's some 50 years ago. Obama has that that same inability to compromise with anyone, even those of his own Party. His way or no way. "Tax the rich or I won't agree to any fiscal budget," is what he blusters. And that has gotten our Country nowhere.
But you know, it's not just Obama. It is with most of our elected officials that have built a career into thier appointments. Once they feel comfortable at the top of thier world, they can only look down on use as they refuse to compromise on anything that doesn't serve their personal needs.
And I'm tired of that. That is not a democracy. And that is the down turn of American politics.
So. I've said it before, I will not vote to re-elect any senior representive, Republican or other, who has demonstrated that "Looking South" attitude. Any I encourage you to do the same. You should already know who these idiots are. So look up, but not to, them and vote them out.
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Sunday, October 28, 2012
America's Fault?
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What is it that our leadership can't understand? Nearly all of Obama's cabinet is in denial that Islam is an enemy of America.
Hillary Clinton was quick to assert that it was an opinion of a lone American citizen that Muslims around the world to attack our embassies and murder innocent people. Hillary, referring to Islam as, "A great religion," apologized for the disgraceful making of an anti-Muslim film, while distancing our government from the incident.
Obama made several appearances where he blames our American freedoms that allowed the making of the film. In an address before the United Nations, Obama seemed ashamed of those very freedoms guaranteed by our Constitution as he appeared to be ashamed that he was powerless to stop the exercising of individual free speech
And Ms. Rice denied time an time again that the murders of our Ambassadors overseas were not perpetrated by terrorists.
The time has well passed that America stops hugging Muslims. All of Islam is governed by the Quran, which is incompatible with democracy and all other religious faiths. Since the Quran demands the murder of all infidels, it is certainly in itself, a terrorist organization.
It is what it is. And it should be treated accordingly. Where has our moral fiber gone?
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What is it that our leadership can't understand? Nearly all of Obama's cabinet is in denial that Islam is an enemy of America.
Hillary Clinton was quick to assert that it was an opinion of a lone American citizen that Muslims around the world to attack our embassies and murder innocent people. Hillary, referring to Islam as, "A great religion," apologized for the disgraceful making of an anti-Muslim film, while distancing our government from the incident.
Obama made several appearances where he blames our American freedoms that allowed the making of the film. In an address before the United Nations, Obama seemed ashamed of those very freedoms guaranteed by our Constitution as he appeared to be ashamed that he was powerless to stop the exercising of individual free speech
And Ms. Rice denied time an time again that the murders of our Ambassadors overseas were not perpetrated by terrorists.
The time has well passed that America stops hugging Muslims. All of Islam is governed by the Quran, which is incompatible with democracy and all other religious faiths. Since the Quran demands the murder of all infidels, it is certainly in itself, a terrorist organization.
It is what it is. And it should be treated accordingly. Where has our moral fiber gone?
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Friday, October 19, 2012
Yet
Obama and his clan, can't seem to even use the word terrorism, yet can only apologize for America's Freedom of Speech.
Immediately following the Fort Hood massacre Obama encouraged us not judge the incident as terrorism, yet he labled the arrest of his Black friend by a White cop as racist.
Obama calls to end the death penalty for even the most outrageous of crimes, yet he approves of the murders of innocent unborn children as a means of birth control.
Obama declares he will cause bankruptcy to the entire coal industry, yet he funds billions of dollars to several wind and solar failures.
Obama labels George Zimmerman as a racist bigot, yet he dismisses the charges against Black Panther leaders for voter intimidation.
Obama gets caught on tape making a secret promise to a Soviet official, yet he refuses to meet with our strongest middle east ally, Israel.
Obama pledged transparency in his administration, yet he uses his executive privileges to cover Eric Holder's lies about Fast & Furious.
Obama claims he saved jobs by using our dollars to save GM, yet he refuses to disclose what the auto unions spent to elect him.
Obama claims he is an American, yet he refuses to provide a birth certificate.
We knew all of this four years ago, yet we may re-elect him in spite..
Immediately following the Fort Hood massacre Obama encouraged us not judge the incident as terrorism, yet he labled the arrest of his Black friend by a White cop as racist.
Obama calls to end the death penalty for even the most outrageous of crimes, yet he approves of the murders of innocent unborn children as a means of birth control.
Obama declares he will cause bankruptcy to the entire coal industry, yet he funds billions of dollars to several wind and solar failures.
Obama labels George Zimmerman as a racist bigot, yet he dismisses the charges against Black Panther leaders for voter intimidation.
Obama gets caught on tape making a secret promise to a Soviet official, yet he refuses to meet with our strongest middle east ally, Israel.
Obama pledged transparency in his administration, yet he uses his executive privileges to cover Eric Holder's lies about Fast & Furious.
Obama claims he saved jobs by using our dollars to save GM, yet he refuses to disclose what the auto unions spent to elect him.
Obama claims he is an American, yet he refuses to provide a birth certificate.
We knew all of this four years ago, yet we may re-elect him in spite..
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Nobody Noticed
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A few days ago we tripped over the Coastal Range into the bigger city to get supplies. It's our monthly ritual to break-a-way from our tourist/retirement community to shop and enjoy the more enjoyable (if you can call it that) advantages of an inland city such as movie theaters, mega stores. and chain restaurants.
So as we entered the Lowes store to shop for deck lighting, I saw a group of three college aged boys. These lads were dressed in the standard "Occupy Eugene" dress of soiled and baggy clothes, long hair and pimply faces.
Now it seemed that Nobody Noticed that these pukes were out of place in a place like this. Having never done a chore at home, or earned a wage of any kind, they knew not the difference between a shovel and a bag of manure. Perhaps that is why they were lurking near the candy bars stocked near an exit.
As time passed, so they passed by us while we were looking at the decks lights. Now it seemed that Nobody noticed that they were each carrying several candy bars. Now who shops for candy bars in a home improvement store anyway?
As we were in line to pay for our purchase, they happened upon us again. But this time, only one was holding a single candy bar. Now it seemed that Nobody Noticed. And as they realized that I was studying them intensely, one told the accomplice holding the lone candy bar that he put his bars back because he didn't have money to pay for them. Now, how odd was that?
And so I was angered that I was paying for the items they stole. You see, most stores don't even stop shoplifters any more, but simply build in their losses into the goods we all purchase.
And it seemed that Nobody Noticed that they drove slowly (probably looking for a purse to snatch) through the parking lot in their dirty pile of crap card with bald tires, broken windows and a dragging muffler. And I was angered that I was also about to pay increased insurance premiums to cover their next hit and run accident.
An hour later and 30 miles toward the coast, we came across a plume of smoke. And Nobody Noticed that the smoke and fire was caused by that blue buggy those boys were driving that was now fully ablaze along side the road.
And I realized that I would late for dinner and the Presidential debate. And I realized that 3 US Forrest Service Fire rigs, 2 State Police cars, 1 County ambulance, and two County Fire rigs arrived to safely remove the hazard. And I realized that later a road crew would come to repair the recently re-paved road and new guard rail. And I realized that I was again to pay for these individuals that have never worked or contributed a single thing to society.
And I was angered. But Nobody Noticed.
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A few days ago we tripped over the Coastal Range into the bigger city to get supplies. It's our monthly ritual to break-a-way from our tourist/retirement community to shop and enjoy the more enjoyable (if you can call it that) advantages of an inland city such as movie theaters, mega stores. and chain restaurants.
So as we entered the Lowes store to shop for deck lighting, I saw a group of three college aged boys. These lads were dressed in the standard "Occupy Eugene" dress of soiled and baggy clothes, long hair and pimply faces.
Now it seemed that Nobody Noticed that these pukes were out of place in a place like this. Having never done a chore at home, or earned a wage of any kind, they knew not the difference between a shovel and a bag of manure. Perhaps that is why they were lurking near the candy bars stocked near an exit.
As time passed, so they passed by us while we were looking at the decks lights. Now it seemed that Nobody noticed that they were each carrying several candy bars. Now who shops for candy bars in a home improvement store anyway?
As we were in line to pay for our purchase, they happened upon us again. But this time, only one was holding a single candy bar. Now it seemed that Nobody Noticed. And as they realized that I was studying them intensely, one told the accomplice holding the lone candy bar that he put his bars back because he didn't have money to pay for them. Now, how odd was that?
And so I was angered that I was paying for the items they stole. You see, most stores don't even stop shoplifters any more, but simply build in their losses into the goods we all purchase.
And it seemed that Nobody Noticed that they drove slowly (probably looking for a purse to snatch) through the parking lot in their dirty pile of crap card with bald tires, broken windows and a dragging muffler. And I was angered that I was also about to pay increased insurance premiums to cover their next hit and run accident.
An hour later and 30 miles toward the coast, we came across a plume of smoke. And Nobody Noticed that the smoke and fire was caused by that blue buggy those boys were driving that was now fully ablaze along side the road.
And I realized that I would late for dinner and the Presidential debate. And I realized that 3 US Forrest Service Fire rigs, 2 State Police cars, 1 County ambulance, and two County Fire rigs arrived to safely remove the hazard. And I realized that later a road crew would come to repair the recently re-paved road and new guard rail. And I realized that I was again to pay for these individuals that have never worked or contributed a single thing to society.
And I was angered. But Nobody Noticed.
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Sunday, September 30, 2012
If you don't have anything nice to say, then . . .
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The Central Oregon Coast weather has been at it's best for the past 6 weeks. Temps in the high sixties, and mostly clear skies. Don't get much better than that.
So yesterday, I took advantage of the blue skies and did some yard work. I really don't like it but it has to get done and I prefer to do it when it is not raining. And so it began with pulling the Dastardly Dandelion weeds. Aside from pruning Blackberry bushes they are the pits. I'm sure most every one has had at least some at some time or another, so you might know what I mean. Or, perhaps you don't... So, I'll tell you...
When Dandelions are small, they are quite easily removed with a slight tug if the soil is moist. But as they get bigger, their roots get deeper and deeper to they point you can't even pry them out, or the roots break off and hide only to return even larger in a few short weeks.
Now, as I was Struggling though this chore, I had a flashback. It was the shaky, shivering voice of Grandma, just as if she were hovering over today. I could hear her clear as a bell. Obviously she was quite certain how mad I was getting with that pesty weed. It was then I heard her once again, "Now, if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all!"
I must have been about five at the time when I first heard those words, and there have been countless times I've heard them over and over ever since. My mother said it. I said it. And now my kids and their kids are saying it. I'm quite sure you have even said it yourself!
But, you know now that I'm older and wiser, I don't ever want to hear them again. Why? Because it's hogwash.
That's when it seems it all started. 50+ years ago. You know. That Touchy-Feely attitude that has grown in America ever since. Political Correctness is what they call it now. Love your neighbor. Be kinder and gentler. Have you hugged your kids today? Make Love not War. Peace to you Brother. Accept other's views. Save the Whales, Hug Trees and respect everyone's views.
Hogwash.... That's the very reason why we are in this position today. Gay marriages, immoral sex, single parenting, rampant abortion, and a profound loss of ethics for most everyone around. And it is all because of Granny; the one that me to do nothing to confront or offend anyone.
And so it began. Sex education placed in schools has led first to condoms in schools and now the Morning After being distributed without parental notification. Drug education has led to more addicts than ever, and now legal marijuana everywhere today.
Equal rights has transformed into Gay marriages, artificial insemination to allow Gays and single parents to raise children, liberal juries have allowed many thugs to walk our streets to prey upon us again. Hugging our enemies while excepting everything. No smoking laws, seat belts and calories counting cops has eroded our personal choices in our everyday lives. And it is all because the words my Grandma passed on to all of us. Never say anything about anything.
We have ignored those Dandelions for too long. They should have been suppressed long ago. Now they are rooted deeply into America and will fight dearly for their grasp in the soil. Like a weed gone unattended, it is next to impossible to turn things around at this stage. Who knows what's in store for us now? Is it too late? I think so, but I'll never stop confronting the evil I see.
If you are not prepared to stand and fight, then you had better run for your life.
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The Central Oregon Coast weather has been at it's best for the past 6 weeks. Temps in the high sixties, and mostly clear skies. Don't get much better than that.
So yesterday, I took advantage of the blue skies and did some yard work. I really don't like it but it has to get done and I prefer to do it when it is not raining. And so it began with pulling the Dastardly Dandelion weeds. Aside from pruning Blackberry bushes they are the pits. I'm sure most every one has had at least some at some time or another, so you might know what I mean. Or, perhaps you don't... So, I'll tell you...
When Dandelions are small, they are quite easily removed with a slight tug if the soil is moist. But as they get bigger, their roots get deeper and deeper to they point you can't even pry them out, or the roots break off and hide only to return even larger in a few short weeks.
Now, as I was Struggling though this chore, I had a flashback. It was the shaky, shivering voice of Grandma, just as if she were hovering over today. I could hear her clear as a bell. Obviously she was quite certain how mad I was getting with that pesty weed. It was then I heard her once again, "Now, if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all!"
I must have been about five at the time when I first heard those words, and there have been countless times I've heard them over and over ever since. My mother said it. I said it. And now my kids and their kids are saying it. I'm quite sure you have even said it yourself!
But, you know now that I'm older and wiser, I don't ever want to hear them again. Why? Because it's hogwash.
That's when it seems it all started. 50+ years ago. You know. That Touchy-Feely attitude that has grown in America ever since. Political Correctness is what they call it now. Love your neighbor. Be kinder and gentler. Have you hugged your kids today? Make Love not War. Peace to you Brother. Accept other's views. Save the Whales, Hug Trees and respect everyone's views.
Hogwash.... That's the very reason why we are in this position today. Gay marriages, immoral sex, single parenting, rampant abortion, and a profound loss of ethics for most everyone around. And it is all because of Granny; the one that me to do nothing to confront or offend anyone.
And so it began. Sex education placed in schools has led first to condoms in schools and now the Morning After being distributed without parental notification. Drug education has led to more addicts than ever, and now legal marijuana everywhere today.
Equal rights has transformed into Gay marriages, artificial insemination to allow Gays and single parents to raise children, liberal juries have allowed many thugs to walk our streets to prey upon us again. Hugging our enemies while excepting everything. No smoking laws, seat belts and calories counting cops has eroded our personal choices in our everyday lives. And it is all because the words my Grandma passed on to all of us. Never say anything about anything.
We have ignored those Dandelions for too long. They should have been suppressed long ago. Now they are rooted deeply into America and will fight dearly for their grasp in the soil. Like a weed gone unattended, it is next to impossible to turn things around at this stage. Who knows what's in store for us now? Is it too late? I think so, but I'll never stop confronting the evil I see.
If you are not prepared to stand and fight, then you had better run for your life.
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Thursday, September 20, 2012
11 Years to Greece
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Not too long ago, Greece was a thriving, majestic, beautiful, romantic, peaceful and vibrant country. It was a leader in Europe following the end of the war. And it was the newest socialist government to come to power. A country the world looked to for prosperity.
Not so any more. Now it is a place where 20 percent of it's population is unemployed. A place where 70 percent of it's working class is employed by the government, and the rest of it's people are hungry and receive some sort of government assistance. Every day there seems to be riots in the streets by people demanding government entitlements. Free food, college education, housing and income. Greece has changed.
President Obama announced he will "Fundamentally transform America" in his 2008 campaign. And that has been his only kept promise during his first term in office. But he is not finished yet!
Today America has nearly 9% unemployment, nearly double what it was in 2008. 47 percent of us don't pay any taxes, up significantly from the Bush era. 55% of our workforce in employed by the government in some way, and growing daily Welfare and Disability are out of control. People are rioting in our cities. Squatters occupying vacant buildings and parks while crying for more benefits of a socialistic government. Illegals consuming our resources, Gays rushing from their closets to marry, Killing unborn children while some parents also murder their young. More meth heads, more pot smokers (some even carrying G-cards), no driver licence enforcement, run-a-way health care, and amnesty programs while we embrace the Muslim world. Just as Greece was the moment it crumble into chaos.
America is in a Democratic era. Democrats support everything that led Greece to it's grave and so we will follow. With a re-election of Obama, it will more even more toward what Greece is. With a Democratic leadership elected to continues Obama's transformation efforts, we will be there in 11 years from today.
O God help us.
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Not too long ago, Greece was a thriving, majestic, beautiful, romantic, peaceful and vibrant country. It was a leader in Europe following the end of the war. And it was the newest socialist government to come to power. A country the world looked to for prosperity.
Not so any more. Now it is a place where 20 percent of it's population is unemployed. A place where 70 percent of it's working class is employed by the government, and the rest of it's people are hungry and receive some sort of government assistance. Every day there seems to be riots in the streets by people demanding government entitlements. Free food, college education, housing and income. Greece has changed.
President Obama announced he will "Fundamentally transform America" in his 2008 campaign. And that has been his only kept promise during his first term in office. But he is not finished yet!
Today America has nearly 9% unemployment, nearly double what it was in 2008. 47 percent of us don't pay any taxes, up significantly from the Bush era. 55% of our workforce in employed by the government in some way, and growing daily Welfare and Disability are out of control. People are rioting in our cities. Squatters occupying vacant buildings and parks while crying for more benefits of a socialistic government. Illegals consuming our resources, Gays rushing from their closets to marry, Killing unborn children while some parents also murder their young. More meth heads, more pot smokers (some even carrying G-cards), no driver licence enforcement, run-a-way health care, and amnesty programs while we embrace the Muslim world. Just as Greece was the moment it crumble into chaos.
America is in a Democratic era. Democrats support everything that led Greece to it's grave and so we will follow. With a re-election of Obama, it will more even more toward what Greece is. With a Democratic leadership elected to continues Obama's transformation efforts, we will be there in 11 years from today.
O God help us.
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012
A foreign perspective of President Obama
reprinted in part from the Jerusalem Post:
As he suffocated to death at the US consulate in Benghazi on the
11th anniversary of the September 11 attacks on the US, did ambassador
Christopher Stevens understand why he and his fellow Americans were being
murdered?
Chris Stevens arrived in Benghazi at just as Muammar Gaddafi was ousted. It was apparent then as the rebels with whom he worked included
jihadist fighters associated with al-Qa'ida. Their significance became obvious
when the rebel forces hoisted the
flag of al-Qa'ida over the courthouse in Benghazi to celebrate their victory.
Did Stevens understand what this meant? Perhaps. But his boss, Hillary Clinton, certainly didn't. Following Tuesday's attack on the US
consulate in Benghazi, Clinton said, "Today, many Americans are asking - indeed,
I asked myself - how could this happen? How could this happen in a country we
helped liberate, in a city we helped save from destruction? This question
reflects just how complicated and, at times, how confounding the world can
be."
Clinton then proclaimed with utter certainty there was nothing to be
concerned about. "We must be clear-eyed, even in our grief. This was an attack
by a small and savage group, not the people or government of Libya," she
said. Of course, what she failed to mention was that after the rebels felled
Gaddafi's regime - with US support - they began imposing Islamic law over the
country.
And Clinton was not the only senior US official who didn't understand. The day after the murders, General Martin Dempsey, the chairman of the Joint
Chiefs of Staff called pastor Terry Jones in Florida and asked him to withdraw
his support for the film he believed Mohammed negatively. Dempsey's belief that a
third-rate riff on Mohammed supported by a marginal figure in Florida is the
cause of the terrorist attacks on US embassies is not simply shocking. It is
devastating.
It means that this senior military officwr is of the opinion that
the party to blame for the embassy assaults was an American pastor. That film
apparently was released about a year ago and received little notice until last
month when a Egyptian television station broadcast it. If the film had never been created, they would have
found another - equally ridiculous - pretext.
And here we come to the nature of
the attacks against America that occurred on the 11th anniversary of the
September 11 Jihadist attacks. It is obvious that the rioting that is still taking place makes
clear these were not acts of spontaneous rage about an amateur internet movie.
They were premeditated.
And in Egypt, the mob was led by Muhammad al-Zawahiri, the
brother of al-Qa'ida chief Ayman al-Zawahiri. The day before the attacks, al-Qa'ida released a video of Ayman al-Zawahiri
in which he called for his followers to attack the US in retribution for
the killing in June of his second-in-command Abu Al Yahya al-Libi by a US drone
in Pakistan. Zawahiri asked for the strongest act of retribution to be carried
out in Libya.
The US's first official response to the assault on its embassy in Cairo came in the form of an embassy Twitter feed apologizing to Muslims for the film.
As for the attack in Libya, it apparently came as no surprise to some US
officials on the ground. In an online posting the night before he was killed, US
Foreign Service information officer Sean Smith warned of the impending strike.
Smith wrote, "Assuming we don't die tonight. We saw one of our 'police' that
guard the compound taking pictures."
The co-ordinated, premeditated nature of the attack was self-evident. The
assailants were armed with rocket-propelled grenades and machine guns. They knew
the location of the secret safe house to which the US consular officials fled.
They laid ambush to a marine force sent to rescue the 37 Americans hiding at the
safe house.
Yet Clinton and Dempsey could not fathom why the attack
occurred. Like Dempsey, the US media was swift to focus the blame for the attacks on
the film.
By Wednesday afternoon the media shifted the focus of discussion on the
still ongoing attacks from the film to an all-out assault on Republican
presidential nominee Mitt Romney for his temerity in attacking as "disgraceful"
the administration's initial apologetic response to the attacks on the
embassies.
With President Barack Obama's inauguration, American foreign policy shifted. Obama and his advisers agree
that jihadist Islam is the predominant force in the Muslim world. But in their
imaginary world, jihadist Islam is a good thing for America.
Hence Obama believes that Israel - the first target of jihadist Islam's bid for global
supremacy - is a strategic burden rather than an ally to the US. Obama abandoned its most stalwart ally in the Arab world, then supported the rise of the Muslim Brotherhood to
power in the most strategically vital state in the Arab world.
And Obama supported a Libyan rebel force penetrated by al-Qa'ida which is setting the stage for the re-institution of the Taliban regime
in Afghanistan.
It is impossible to know the thoughts that crossed Stevens's mind as he lay
dying in Benghazi. But what is clear enough is that as long as imagination
reigns supreme, freedom will be imperiled.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Then you must be a Democrat. . .
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If you believe some one else built it for you;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you believe that abortion is simply birth control;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist . . .
If you believe in protesting without offering a solution
or occupying some one else's property;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist . . .
If you refuse to work and don't pay taxes;
or if you believe that paying higher taxes is patriotic;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist . . .
If you think water-boarding is wrong or
mandating voter identification is cruel;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you equate securing our borders to the Berlin Wall;
or favor de-militarizing America;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you believe in spending without a budget;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you think to encourage conservation, gasoline prices in America should rise to the European level;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist.
If you believe that oral sex is not really sex;
or if you support a mosque being built atop Ground Zero;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you look like Hillary Clinton;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you promise something but do another;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you think adding corn ethanol to gasoline is a solution;
or if you believe global warming is real and man-made;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you lie before a Congressional hearing;
or deny that the Fort Hood massacre was a terrorist incident;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you believe in amnesty for Illegal Aliens;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you drive a Toyota Prius or a Volkswagen Bus ;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you believe that hugging Muslims the a way to world peace;
or if you believe in prosecuting CIA agents for torturing terrorists;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you support the union Fat Cats;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you support Gay marriage;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you believe B-O deserves another term;
then you are a Democrat extremist. . .
If you know me;
you know where I stand.
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If you believe some one else built it for you;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you believe that abortion is simply birth control;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist . . .
If you believe in protesting without offering a solution
or occupying some one else's property;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist . . .
If you refuse to work and don't pay taxes;
or if you believe that paying higher taxes is patriotic;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist . . .
If you think water-boarding is wrong or
mandating voter identification is cruel;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you equate securing our borders to the Berlin Wall;
or favor de-militarizing America;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you believe in spending without a budget;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you think to encourage conservation, gasoline prices in America should rise to the European level;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist.
If you believe that oral sex is not really sex;
or if you support a mosque being built atop Ground Zero;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you look like Hillary Clinton;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you promise something but do another;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you think adding corn ethanol to gasoline is a solution;
or if you believe global warming is real and man-made;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you lie before a Congressional hearing;
or deny that the Fort Hood massacre was a terrorist incident;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you believe in amnesty for Illegal Aliens;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you drive a Toyota Prius or a Volkswagen Bus ;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you believe that hugging Muslims the a way to world peace;
or if you believe in prosecuting CIA agents for torturing terrorists;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you support the union Fat Cats;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you support Gay marriage;
then you are probably a Democrat extremist. . .
If you believe B-O deserves another term;
then you are a Democrat extremist. . .
If you know me;
you know where I stand.
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Friday, September 14, 2012
What Foreign Policy?
Bow wow wow, yippie yo B-O.
America, while in a deep debt crisis herself, continues to dump trillions of dollars into countries that despise us. Countries of the middle east, with the exception of Israel, that have no regard for Democracy, and the tributes it provides. And, due to their Islamic fundamentals, have no desire to elect their government or encourage the freedoms we know in the Western cultures.
President B-O's foreign policy, as the initials he places on his informal notes imply, quite frankly stink. The moment he took office he began bowing before the Muslim kings of the Middle East and apologized for American intrusions into their world as he vowed to make amends.
B-O was caught on a "live mike" making a secret deal to a Russian official that would have had no Congressional approval. And few (Democrats) seemed to think anything of it.
In his own books, B-O stated he would support the Muslim world over any other in a time of crisis. That was never more evident by his refusal to have an emergency meeting with the President of Israel recently, all the while seemingly knowing about the planned imminent threats to our citizens and embassies abroad commemorating the 911 attack, and doing absolutely nothing to prevent it.
B-O stated publicly yesterday that Egypt was not considered a U.S. ally, which was promptly reversed by the State Department. Neither B-O or Hillary Clinton denounced the killings of our Ambassador and several guards abroad, but condemned the film that they believed incited the rioting. And the beauty Nancy Pelosi expressed a "Wait 'n' See" attitude as to what America should do about it.
America needs to stop foreign aid to countries that hate us now! Countries like Egypt, Libya, Pakistan, Indonesia, Iraq, and Afghanistan to name a few. Pull out and focus on securing our own borders before this country implodes from within as the Islamic culture grows in our own cities.
B-O and all of his chromies must go in November. And include any other long-term politician, Democrat or not, that refuses to act.
There is no bigger threat to our way of life in America than Islam!
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Hoe Ignorant They Are!
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Who am I calling ignorant? They Ignorants are those that voted for Obama (B.O), the first time, and those stupid enough to vote for him again.
The Ignorants are mostly females, most of the 18-25 year olds, most of those on Welfare, most of Gays, most of Hispanics, most of union workers, most of those that have medical marijuana prescriptions, most of those that to use abortion as a means of birth control, most of those that either live on the Left coasts, most of unwed mothers and the unidentified fathers of their children, most Hippies and others who don't bathe regularly, most of the ones that prevent off shore oil drilling and cutting trees for lumber, most of those that drive Toyota Priuses or ride bicycles to work every day, most artists and actors (except Clint Eastwood), Green Peace members, most Volkswagon drivers, and communists.
You know all these people were aware that President B.O. (now, I don't mean Bad Odor) had a youth mentor named Frank Marshall Davis who was an outspoken, card carrying Communists, and they knew that President B.O. was good friends with William (Bill) Ayers, who was convicted and imprisoned for bombing various American government buildings, and they knew that Reverend Jeremiah Wright, who condemmed America and blamed us for the 911 terrorist attack. And they knew that President B.O.'s citizenship was in question.
But most importantly, these Ignorants knew that President B.O. was a Half-Black. And that was the most underlining reason they voted him into office. Just to prove to their own minds that they were not prejudiced.
And these same Ignorants will do it again!
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Who am I calling ignorant? They Ignorants are those that voted for Obama (B.O), the first time, and those stupid enough to vote for him again.
The Ignorants are mostly females, most of the 18-25 year olds, most of those on Welfare, most of Gays, most of Hispanics, most of union workers, most of those that have medical marijuana prescriptions, most of those that to use abortion as a means of birth control, most of those that either live on the Left coasts, most of unwed mothers and the unidentified fathers of their children, most Hippies and others who don't bathe regularly, most of the ones that prevent off shore oil drilling and cutting trees for lumber, most of those that drive Toyota Priuses or ride bicycles to work every day, most artists and actors (except Clint Eastwood), Green Peace members, most Volkswagon drivers, and communists.
You know all these people were aware that President B.O. (now, I don't mean Bad Odor) had a youth mentor named Frank Marshall Davis who was an outspoken, card carrying Communists, and they knew that President B.O. was good friends with William (Bill) Ayers, who was convicted and imprisoned for bombing various American government buildings, and they knew that Reverend Jeremiah Wright, who condemmed America and blamed us for the 911 terrorist attack. And they knew that President B.O.'s citizenship was in question.
But most importantly, these Ignorants knew that President B.O. was a Half-Black. And that was the most underlining reason they voted him into office. Just to prove to their own minds that they were not prejudiced.
And these same Ignorants will do it again!
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Sunday, August 26, 2012
An Obama Reality
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While travelling this summer I stopped at a casino about 30 miles outside Chicago, in Jolliet, Illinois. President B.O. spent some time as a Community Organizer not far from there.
Anyway, I'm not much of a gambler, but I do like the thought of winning 25 Hundred Dollars on a 25 cent Keno bet. Now I've never seen anyone get the 8 of 8 needed for the 2500 big ones, but I have got 7/8 in the past which paid $1670. Very cool!
Anyway, I sat down at a Keno machine, and within playing my first handful of quarters, I hit the big one. 2500 Dollars! Wow, how fun was that?
So after waiting about 15 minutes for the Pit Boss to verify the win, he paid me, in cash, a total of $1025.00. The Pit Boss, a tall light skinned Black with big ears, explained that the casino retains 25% of all winning which is put into a pool to repay those that lose their bets. So, in theory, he said nobody loses in his place. When asked whether the 25% taken from the winners is always enough to reimburse all losers, he said, "No, but we put the rest on credit so they can be paid."
Well now that explained about $625 of my winnings, so he then added that I was in the 34% Federal Tax bracket, so he deducted that amount ($850) as well. He also said that 34% was to be distributed by the government for programs that support those that do not pay taxes.
I was really breathing hard and perspiring profusely when I awoke from that dream.
Reality is that I actually did go to that casino, but I didn't win anything. And there was no fund to repay me for my losses. But I really do have to pay 34% of everything I earn to the government, which is then redistributed to the 47% that don't.
Anyway, it was just a nightmare. A bad dream with President Obama as a Pit Boss. But reality is, if President B.O. and his harem, are re-elected that nightmare is ever closer becoming a reality. You can see evidence of it in Chicago where few work, and the city is holding with the highest murder rate in America.
Fire Obama and his clan this November!
While travelling this summer I stopped at a casino about 30 miles outside Chicago, in Jolliet, Illinois. President B.O. spent some time as a Community Organizer not far from there.
Anyway, I'm not much of a gambler, but I do like the thought of winning 25 Hundred Dollars on a 25 cent Keno bet. Now I've never seen anyone get the 8 of 8 needed for the 2500 big ones, but I have got 7/8 in the past which paid $1670. Very cool!
Anyway, I sat down at a Keno machine, and within playing my first handful of quarters, I hit the big one. 2500 Dollars! Wow, how fun was that?
So after waiting about 15 minutes for the Pit Boss to verify the win, he paid me, in cash, a total of $1025.00. The Pit Boss, a tall light skinned Black with big ears, explained that the casino retains 25% of all winning which is put into a pool to repay those that lose their bets. So, in theory, he said nobody loses in his place. When asked whether the 25% taken from the winners is always enough to reimburse all losers, he said, "No, but we put the rest on credit so they can be paid."
Well now that explained about $625 of my winnings, so he then added that I was in the 34% Federal Tax bracket, so he deducted that amount ($850) as well. He also said that 34% was to be distributed by the government for programs that support those that do not pay taxes.
I was really breathing hard and perspiring profusely when I awoke from that dream.
Reality is that I actually did go to that casino, but I didn't win anything. And there was no fund to repay me for my losses. But I really do have to pay 34% of everything I earn to the government, which is then redistributed to the 47% that don't.
Anyway, it was just a nightmare. A bad dream with President Obama as a Pit Boss. But reality is, if President B.O. and his harem, are re-elected that nightmare is ever closer becoming a reality. You can see evidence of it in Chicago where few work, and the city is holding with the highest murder rate in America.
Fire Obama and his clan this November!
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