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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