A Time to Listen

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You know, I encourage you all to listen to me so that I may share with you the truth, wisdom, and insight that I have. You see, I do know most everything and have an opinion on most everything I don't know.

Well, as I've been travelling these past few months, I've learned even more about listening. I've tried listening to others a few times now, and I've concluded that listening to your adult children is usually not the best thing to do as long as you still have some control of your mind.

One daughter dug out a favorite kitchen gadget to help prepare the dinner salad just the other night. The gadget is intended to spin dry the salad greens after rinsing them. A novel idea I guess, but I don't see the value of it over simply shaking the water off in a strainer. But anyway, she couldn't get the gadget to work and asked me to figure out what was wrong with it as it worked perfectly fine the last time (Who knows when that was. She doesn't even eat salad!)

Anyway, after taking a quick look at it, I noticed there was a part apparently missing that engaged the basket to a drive wheel to cause it to spin when a lever was pumped. She gave me a disgusted look, told me that I was wrong, and that simple air pressure from the lever action caused the basket to turn. Oh, well, we set the thing aside and rinsed the salad the old fashion way. A few days later, she called to say she found the missing part and the gadget works fine, but never offered an apology.

And then, as we were nearing the next place to visit, my wife's son called to give us a shorter rout. Now, keeping in mind that the GPS we had followed over the past 1263 miles from Oregon up to the last 15 miles of his place went without a glitch. But, he had a better way. One which he promised would save us 10 minutes. Ten Minutes, I thought. Geez after driving a cumulative 27 hours, you would think that I would jump on that. And I did!! Turned out to be seven miles of construction zone traffic jammed with Christmas shoppers. You gotta be kidding me!

So, I have concluded that I will never follow the advice of my kids until they begin feeding me with a spoon, and wiping my butt. Until then, I'll aways be suspicious of their advice, and not bend over when they ask.

Hope you all had a nice holiday, in whatever tradition you have. But for me it was a Wonder Christmas.

Well be home soon. So be ready!
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The Honorable Thing

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As I travel through the different states, I like to read the auto license plates to see all the different types that are available for people to buy and so they can express themselves. And, I think it's a good thing because at least some of the fees help support their chosen cause.

For me, I stick with the standard, no frills, issue. And in Oregon, that's very ugly. School bus yellow with black letters.

So yesterday, I saw a plate in Colorado that had a title below the license plate number stating, HONORABLY DISCHARGED VETERAN." Loving our Country and being a Patriot,my first thought was "How Cool."

But with further thought, I asked myself, "But isn't that what is expected of our armed forces?" Is it too much to ask that they uphold the law, maintain high standards and ethics, and do a good job for the length of time they promised?

Here is my point: What we really need is a plate reading "DISHONORABLY DISCHARGED VETERAN, which should be issued to anyone that couldn't cut the mustard. They should be forced to display it so that all the rest of us know who they are. Be a fool, coward, thief, deserter or anything else that gets one kicked out of the armed forces, we need to know about it so that we can disrespect you for disgracing our country.

Only then will we be able to truly respect and appreciate those that deserve it.
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Escape from Reality

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Visiting with my grandchildren reminded me that I don't have much of an imagination. In fact, I guess I don't have any. It's next to impossible for me to understand the fantasy stories that I read to my four year old grand daughter. Stories that I read one right after the other about magical dragons, oddly colored flying creatures, space beings, and talking plants and animals. And then taking her to the latest 3D movie about a beautiful lost princess with a head full of healing hair confused me even more.

Don't get me wrong, I love bonding with her and listening about an imaginary friend. But, I just don't understand it.

In Those Days, my interests were only in things like science, math or history. Real things, you know. When I had a dream it was never about things like flying carpets, horses with wings, or super heroes. Mine were about my family, people I knew, and visiting real places that I had read about in books. I had no fantasies, and no nightmares.

For me, things have not changed over the years. I know what is real and I have no use for that which is not. Real is reality and I respect it. At times, I fear reality but I don't hide from it. Rather than run, I confront it.

And I share it with my followers. So when you visit this site, you will only have a visit with reality. It is real here. Take it. Learn. Join in. But, if you want everything politically correct, green, or sugar coated, you'll have to go elsewhere.

Now hurry, there are still 7 shopping days left.
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Firsts

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Do you ever wonder why first time experiences in you life seem to always stand out in your memory? They were not always the best, but more that they were different that makes them unforgettable.

The first day of school, the first day of retirement. Your first bicycle, your first kiss. Your first pair of black Levis and your first turtle neck shirt. Your first child's birth and the first time you lost a loved one. You get the picture.

Well, on the Day of Infamy, I received our first Christmas card of the Season. And it was different. Unlike I've ever received before. And I'll remember it always.

First because it was the first. December 7th. That's the earliest I've ever received a card. And second, it was a real card, with a real stamp that a post man delivered, unlike the multitude of electronic cards I get over the Internet.

On the red envelope was our address, hand written in blue ink, with a pre-printed return address label neatly placed on the top left (that's not odd). Inside the envelope was a greeting from Santa announcing Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas! from a sleigh pulled by Rudolph (That's not odd). And below the sleigh was the word "Love" hand written in black ink (That's a little odd because it was addressed in black ink, but not the bell ringer). And there was no money in it (and that is a little odd).

Here is what is odd. So odd and different that I will remember it forever. Beneath the word "Love" were two different pre-printed, self-sticking address labels; one each for the husband and wife team that sent the card!

Now that was an odd card and I just don't get it. What's with the addy stickers instead of a signature. Was it some form of being green to reuse, reclaim, or recycle sticker thus keeping them out of our landfills and reduce carbon emissions? Was it a used card that the sender received last year with the stickers attached to cover the previous sender's signature? Or was it just pure laziness on the part of the person that sent it to me?

Maybe some one out there has the answer. Maybe the sender will read this blog and leave a comment. Maybe I'll just never know. But the Card was another "First" in my life. One that I can not forget!

Thanks for the memory.
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Now Mothers (and fathers), tell your Children

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In Those Days, parents tried to pass on everything they knew to their children. You know, basic things that we seem to take for granted. Mothers taught the kids how to cook, especially foods that don't come with instructions such as toast and eggs. And fathers taught things like checking the oil level and tire pressures in the family car.

Kids were taught the value of saving for the future, to respect cops and teachers, how and when to fight, to mow the lawn and to do the laundry, and to tie their shoes. They learned how to change a diaper and feed the baby (if only on their doll), to walk the dog, to tell time on a clock with hands, and to mend their clothes. Parents taught them how to play with one another, to accept criticism, and that life was not easy nor always fair.

So, was all that necessary? Did parents waste their time? Today, most of our kids go out for breakfast or just skip it all together. And they pay a mechanic to replace their tires and fix their engines after they run them flat or out of oil.

Our kids don't save for the future but pay in the future with credit. They run from the cops and threaten their teachers. They pay illegal immigrants to do the landscaping and their laundry, and they don't even bother to tie the laces on their high-top sneakers. They hire nannies to sit their children, but never walk the dog, and they throw away their clothes if they tear. Clocks talk now and kids can only fight with guns if someone makes fun of them.

And I wonder how they even survive.
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Cowboys and Indians

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In Those Days, everyone (even girls) played war games. We built forts to launch our attacks. In the summer, the forts were hidden along trails in the woods and during the winter they were made of snow and blended into the terrain of the frozen fields. From those forts, we would pounce on our enemy. We were always the good guys; cowboys, soldiers, pirates, and sometimes even crusaders. We shot arrows, fired cap guns, had catapults to hurl big snowballs, and sometimes used slingshots or even threw rocks at one another. But no one ever got hurt, except perhaps their feelings.

There were fights at school, but seldom did they amount to anything more than a wrestling match. We called them "rumbles" but nobody ever really got hurt. The losers went home crying, but their parents never called the police. Fathers taught their kids to fight and stand fast against aggressors and for what they believed in. There were no lawsuits, or children committing suicide because they got picked on. But Those Days became taboo.

Things are different today. 30 years of peace and toleration being rammed down our throats. Love your neighbor, never argue your point, but respect his views. Stand back. Don't fight. Tell your parents about how mean you were treated. Tell the cops how your parents or teachers mistreated you. Don't pick on sissies, fat kids, ones with braces, or glasses. Be nice.

Hide in your closets rather than standing publicly for what you believe. But you can play that violent video game using phazers that disintegrate rather than wound your opponent. Make yourself invisible as you begin a nuclear attack. That seemingly innocent suitcase transforms into a creature bent on destruction. Listen to the music praising rape and murder. Give your child a pill so he can cope. Take a pill yourself. Smoke that joint and inject the chemicals deep beneath your skin. Fight the war from within.

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. Today, we don't know what evil is, let alone how to stand for what is right. Because we've been taught that everything is alright, and our world is better.

But is it, really?
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Ignorant and Irresponsible

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A while back, I watched a television investigative report about stereotyping. That's what we call "Profiling" today.

The report showed a middle aged White lady cross to the opposite side of the street when her intended path would have taken her past a group of young Blacks. When challenged, she explained that she did so because of a past experience when her purse was snatched by a Black teen. The report claimed that she was bias because she labeled all Blacks as thieves, and shamed her.

Back then, I used to laugh at people who stereotyped all first generation Asians as poor drivers, but later as a traffic cop, I realized there was a bit of truth to it.

Some people stereotyped all American cars as junk because they heard that some of their friends that owned one experienced mechanical difficulties. So they too bought a Toyota.

For generations, people have stereotyped all Catholic priests as perverts. Now there seems to be truth to the rumor as there have been many prosecutions.

And in Los Angeles many people have stereotyped all Mexicans as people who have neither a driver's license or insurance.

Yesterday I noticed a store clerk leave his position at the cash register to watch a group of young White males huddled in the video game section.

And today, many of us have stereotyped all Muslims as terrorists. And there is evidence to support that as well.

Call it stereotyping or profiling, it is the same. Profiling just seems to emphasize it more as being evil. But, what is common in all of these incidents? I'll tell you. They are all based on factual experiences of those that place the labels.

So, is it wrong for a lady to avoid a group of Blacks because another Black stole her purse? Is it wrong for one to avoid Asian drivers because he has witnessed so many times their poor driving skills? Is it wrong to switch to a Honda because your Ford kept breaking down? Is it wrong to hold tightly to your child as you attend mass? Is it wrong to expect a hit and run to happen if a Mexican crashes into you? Is it wrong for a shop owner to watch the group of White teens closer than the granny with her grand daughter? Is it wrong to be suspicious that the Male, Muslim, aged 18-34, in front of you might be plotting an attack against America?

I don't think so. These are all learned experiences and one would be ignorant and irresponsible to ignore them.
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Multiculturalism

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For those that don't know, Germany is Europe's largest, and next to England, is the most influential. German Chancellor (President) Angela Merkel, about a month ago, announced publicly that Germany's "multikulti" concept where people of different backgrounds would live together happily has not worked in Germany.

How is it that such a bold and powerful statement made by a world leader been all but suppressed by the American media? But nothing can block Thought Dock portal and that allows me to share my wisdom with you.

Chancellor Merkel went on to say that beginning of the 1960s, Germany called foreigners to immigrate and assimilate into the country in order to form a diverse multi-cultural society. "We kidded ourselves. This hasn't been reality. The attempt to build a multicultural society and to live side by side and to enjoy each other ... has failed, utterly failed."

Merkel's comments came just days after a study by the Friedrich Ebert Foundation think tank found that more than 30 percent of people believed Germany was "overrun by foreigners" who had come to Germany chiefly for its social benefits. The audience gave her a standing ovation.

Sound familiar? Isn't that exactly what the majority of Americans are feeling about our immigration policies? But those that express those feelings are quickly labeled as racists, radicals, or extremists by the immigrants and liberals alike and are totally ignored by our government.

Close our borders now and evict those that are here illegally!
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Have you noticed?

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Well, the 'Season' is upon us once again. But it is different today from what it has been in recent years. How so?

For the past 20 years or so, most references to religious beliefs during the 'Season' have been removed from use in public areas. Gone were advertisements referencing Christmas, Hanuka, or anything else. And employers disciplined employees for exchanging greetings such as 'Merry Christmas' or 'God bless you' and replaced them with 'Seasons Greetings' or Happy Holidays.'

Gone were Christmas trees, Christmas gifts, Christmas lights, Christmas presents and Christmas parties; only to be renamed with titles less offensive to Atheists and Muslims as stores, government, and employers succumbed to their demands.

But have you noticed the changing of the tide? Christmas is making a huge comeback in stores. Advertising is making it's way back almost everywhere. Greeting cards in Target actually have pictures depicting the birth of Christ

Almost everywhere. But it should be everywhere! Wallets talk. That is why Sears, Target, Walmart and other major retailers have put back Christmas into their stores because of boycotts and such. But there is still work to be done.

Radio Shack, Barnes & Noble, Dick's Sporting Goods and Staples are still holding out because their corporate executives are infested with Atheist and Islamic beliefs alike. They don't believe in Christmas because they can not recognize Christ. So why should they profit in something they can't accept? Boycott them. Let them sell their crap to ones of their own like and see if they can survive!

Merry Christmas, May God bless you, celebrate in your own way; But don't mess with mine!
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No exam necessary

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As I recall, in the mid 1970’s California reduced the penalty for simple possession of marijuana from a felony to a misdemeanor, and then a few years later to an infraction which was nothing more than a citation. And then they approved a Medical Marijuana law, which was presented as a pain treatment for terminally ill persons. And soon after, the law was broadened to allow the use of the weed for most any other reason if prescribed by a doctor.

So, while visiting the Los Angeles area recently, I happened by a medical marijuana dispensary, and I noticed a doctor’s office right next door with a huge sign reading, "Marijuana Prescriptions Here. No exam necessary." And, then on the local news, I heard the Mayor announced that he favored the licensing of about 500 new business of this kind in the City of Angeles. What a farce!

Some of you know that in the past I have advocated legalizing all narcotics, so I really don’t give a crap about this marijuana stuff, which will soon be legalized for everyone anyway.

But, I use this only as an example of how when we give in a little, the liberals take more and more. The basic fundamental values of which America was founded upon are systematically being taken from us by the liberal minority of our country simply because the moral majority allows it.

I sure wish that more of you would think, so that I could have at least have something in common with you!
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Author Unknown

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Holy Crap! This is simply the best written article about America. It was stated that the artical originated from within the Czech Republic, so the author is likely not an American and is anonymous. I wish I could take credit for it, but it arrived through the Thought Dock portal from an avid follower.

"The danger to America is not Barack Obama but a citizenry capable of entrusting a man like him with the Presidency. It will be far easier to limit and undo the follies of an Obama presidency than to restore the necessary common sense and good judgment to a depraved electorate willing to have such a man for their president.

The problem is much deeper and far more serious than Mr. Obama, who is a mere symptom of what ails America . Blaming the prince of the fools should not blind anyone to the vast confederacy of fools that made him their prince. The Republic can survive a Barack Obama, who is, after all, merely a fool.

It is less likely to survive a multitude of fools such as those who made him their president."
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Thanks BK!
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What part of being "Illegal" gives them rights?

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Recently the California Supreme Court ruled that illegal aliens have the same rights to attend any California State college at the same tuition as any other resident of the State. Even an American from another state can't do that!

San Francisco politicians have not only made their city a "Safe Haven City" to all illegal aliens, but now have granted illegal aliens the right to vote in their local elections. And, several other states either have, or are trying to enact similar laws.

What gives California? How does anyone while still dripping wet, emerge running from the gutter into our country, have the right to attend our colleges?

And how is it that illegals have the right to vote, even in a local election. How is it that illegal aliens have the right to protest in our streets, wave their flag, burn ours, while they threaten us and demand to remain in this country?

Their right to attend college will only lessen the opportunity for a legal resident to receive a decent education. Californians are already footing the costs for the illegals children's primary education and their medical care. And their children born here are even entitled to state welfare. Now they will vote to elect their own mayor, judges, and police chief to even further their goals.

It was well predicted years ago that the cost of illegal immigration would bankrupt California, all to save a few bucks for gardeners, housekeepers and cheaper produce. California is broke and has gone to the wolves. They will be screaming to the rest of us to bail them out. I hope not!

It's too late for California to wake up. It is lost. And it could happen to the rest of us us if we sleep much longer.
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Footprints

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In Those Days, we were poor. I knew that because Mom told me. And I knew it because we didn't own our own home, wore mostly hand-me-downs, had fewer toys, and almost never ate out like most of my other friends did. Pop usually had a second job and Mom made as many of our clothes that she could, and we shared their toys with each other, well some of the time.

But we had class. Mom said we were lower-middle class, and that was a stretch. Not due to race, but financial class. Mom said the wealthy class all got college educations and therefor got jobs like doctors or lawyers. And the poor class were destined to work in the fields doing manual labor and such. She said that our family was just above that line and that with a little luck, we could be what she called "semi-skilled" and have jobs like cops, mechanics, factory workers, and clerks.

Mom loved us, but she didn't sugar coat things. She said what it was, while giving a glimmer of hope to us that through hard work we might get to go to college and get that white collar job. And what she said was exactly what came to be.

One of her children actually graduated from college, two went to trade schools, and the rest attended some college classes. But there we remained, in the middle class, just a click of destiny away from being poor.

I think it was better the way Mom prepared us. A bit of encouragement, but no false hopes. Never telling us we would be President someday, or an astronaut, a doctor, or a professional athlete, but just stars, each in our own way.

Yeah, I know anything is possible in America. Like Abe Lincoln, the Long Legged MacMuslim did it. Some achieve their ambitions, but most don't. And for parents to convince their children that they will get fame and riches, is a false promise that leads to their collapse when they realize dreams won't be fulfilled.

So, how did Mom know?
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Did you hear us now?

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Well. Mr. Long Legged MacMuslim, did you hear us? Do you realize that we removed from office, both Democrat and Republican, a whole bunch of polititians that supported your failed policies? Do you you realize now that you will be only a single-term President, and only if we don't impeach you before? Do you realize that in two more years even more of your like will be removed.

Do you realize that? Somehow, I don't think you do. I think you heard the voters clearly, but like you did with healthcare, I fear that you will again reject our will, and continue to do things your own way. Please don't do that. Listen to us. Step down while you still have a life.

Your own supporters have woke up and spoken. Even in the most socialist states, the ones that carried you to fame, even California have turned against you. In 2 years it will be all over. Nore more Pelosi or Holder, or the rest of the socialists and Muslims that you've placed in your cabinet.

A change you will then believe in.
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All in the Family?

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Just before heading out the other day in the Wheeled Manor to revisit the northern Oregon coast, we stopped by Micky D's for a sausage burrito or two. I stayed in the Manor while my Partner for Life (PFL) headed inside for the goodies.

As my PFL walked toward the entrance, I noticed a stranger leaning against a car in the lot. The car had out of State plates on it and he was about 30 or so. The car looked decent, but was packed with possessions. He looked clean, but probably would enjoy a hot shower.

When my PFL passed by, the stranger approached her. I watched as my PFL did exactly as trained, and raised her flat palm toward him much like a cop would direct a car to stop. He just walked away from her and later drove off without trying his luck with anyone else. I was proud of my PFL.

But, I couldn't help to wonder more about that guy. He certainly was begging, but he didn't appear to be a career beggar. He seemed to be travelling, or perhaps homeless, but he was new at the game. I wondered where were his parents, or his siblings, or his friends. Did they know what he was doing, or that he could use some help? Would they, or could they, have helped him if they did know? Or does he even want, or would he accept help from his family?

The incident made me reflect back some 25 years ago to a time when I met a woman while patrolling MacArthur Park in Los Angeles. She was in her late 60's and I considered her "elderly" because I was still pretty young at the time. She was pushing a shopping cart with all her worldly possessions from a cluster of bushes where she slept.

I stopped to chat and inquired about her family. She was proud and boasted about her son who was a doctor at UCLA Medical Center, a pretty prestigious place not so far away. So I asked when she last saw him. "Well, it's been almost a year. Last Mother's Day, I think. It was when he brought me a new blanket." I remember that as vivid as the many other contact I've had that you think are more exciting.

But, because I remember it so well, doesn't mean that I understand it. How can a parent, child or sibling not help when they realize their mother, brother or son is living on the street? How can a child let a parent live in the park, just minutes from his estate? Or, do they think it is the State's responsibility to support their family?

I just don't get it. Only in America, but not at the Thought Dock. Family should be the first responders.
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Tides are Changin'

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Yes, all the leaves are brown and the tide is gray. So, with the autum leaves changing colors and falling to the ground, so go the ones that elected the Long Legged MacDaddy.

We never hear very much of them any more. They are all voting against what they elected. But just who were they? They won't even admit that they are them! And for me, they will always be them.

I'm glad they have changed their minds. That they have woke up and realized the damage they have done. And that they are ousting those that they elected to office.

But you know what? They will flip-flop, tick-tock like a clock, and like the Israel in Those Days, they will make the same mistakes again in some distant future and will again have to be punished.

Sittin' on the Dock of the Lake watching the tide turn away. Loving life and floating my own boat.
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What's in a name?

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In Those Days, I knew him as Casius Clay. He was on his way to becomming a champion boxer after knocking the daylights out of everyone he fought in the Olympics. Then, overnight he became the more famous Muhommad Ali. That was crazy, but it was the first time ever that I heard about converting to Islam. The only benefit I saw from it is that it was a way out of serving your country. But whose country? After all it was the 60's and Vietnam was building.

And in the 70's, it was Lew Alcindar who became Kareem Abdul-Jabar. As time passed Malcom Little became Malcom X, Cat Stevens became Yusaf Islam, and Malik el-Shabazz (he would flip flop between them), boxing stars Matt Franklin switched to Saad Muhommed, Dwight Braxton to Muhammed Qawi, Eddie Gregory swapped for Mustapha Muhommed, and Chris Jackson went for Muhommed Abdul-Rauf.

Just like the popular kid's toy "Transformers" one could instantly swap religions, change his name, and become a different person. And they did. They were drastically different after converting to Islam. Even more violent than they were before.

Many more followed suit. Michael Jackson in 2003, the author Michael Wolfe, and lots more. Some were given Islamic names at birth like Shaquile O'Neal. This list could go on and on. And I hope it does because it make it all that much easier for me to identify the enemy.

Personally, I prefer the name David.
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You've not tasted all my cookin'

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Everybody loves a good cook. But in today's world of technology, being a good is not rocket science. All one needs is the right recipe, which all good cooks are anxious to share. The key is selecting the right recipe. And picking the wrong one leads to disaster.

So, here's how you do it. Start with the Chef who is offering the recipe. For example, if you're wanting an apple pie, you probably might not look seriously at an Asian chef. Or if you're craving spaghetti, don't look in a Cajun cookbook. Next look at the ingredients and the spices in particular that you think will tickle your taste buds. In other words, if your wanting a succulent steak, don't look for ingredients such as scallops, shrimp and a pesto sauce. It's all pretty easy if you think about things before you run to that grocery store. But, remember, if you do make a mistake, start over with a brand new recipe with a different set of ingredients.

Well folks, knowing who to vote for is just like cooking up a feast you can be proud of. And, it is apparent that too many of you haven't done that during the last 30 years or so. So, without putting my spin into your minds, I'll explain it again.

The political party is like the master chef. If you're looking for sensible taxes, free enterprise, lower taxes, and fewer social programs, don't look in the Democrat cookbook. The candidate is like the main ingredient. If he has no documented past, then how can you be sure of what he will be? Pork can be tenderloin, but can also be ham hocks. Stick with what you know is good. The candidate's background and promises are like the spices in a recipe. A Halfblack Muslim, with no experience, who promises to have free health care for all, but with lower premium rates, is like adding Jalapeno peppers to a seafood gumbo seasoned with Tabasco.

And finally, look at who is sponsoring the candidate. If Pelosi or Biden appear in your community to campaign for someone you've never heard of, or has no voting record, or no experience.....you can be rest assured that his views are exactly like those of his supporters.

Local elections seem to be the most difficult to make the correct choice because most of the candidates are unknown and have no real experience. But thin before you vote for an ex-con for Sheriff, a cop might be the better choice. The homeless shelter president running for your city council, or the public defender running for Judge? Perhaps your would consider their opponent.

Now, the most important thing to remember is, if once you have prepared your meal from the recipe you chose, and it gags you at first bite............spit it out!!! If they have lied about their campaign promises, or not represented your views, don't forgive them. Don't just keep trying to swallow the failures in the decisions you've made! If in doubt, vote them out!

Your wise vote will make a difference in just a few more days!
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Religion, Ethics, and Morals

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In Those Days I was a cop in Los Angeles. Yeah, over 30 years of pounding the beat in a City of 5-Million. During the place and time where Adam-12 and Police Story were the talk of the country. From the poverty of Watts to the wealth of Beverly Hills. I was there and I will never forget.

And many that I meet today can't wait to ask, "What was it like?" or "Have you ever....?" And to most of their questions I think to myself, "Yeah, I've been there!" But seldom do I tell the stories that they like to hear, and talk mostly in generality.

And so it will be today. I've been shot at, but never shot anyone. I've kicked some ass, but never had my ass kicked. I've chased fleeing cars but have never been chased. I've ran toward the sound of an explosion while everyone else was running away. I've stood face to face with an angry mob, but never was a part of a mob. And I've cradled some, but have not been cradled. I have recognized heroes, but I am not a hero myself. Surely I have seen more than most, and I have learned from what I have seen.

Not to brag, but to put things in perspective, as a conservative estimate, I have arrested or cited about 10-Thousand people in during my time as a cop, not to mention the untold number of the ones that should have been arrested. And, I've encountered hundreds of thousands of people that were victims, witnesses, and the like. And, a good portion (thankfully) of all the people I've encountered were religious.

From my perspective, most people that are religion, also have have ethics, values and morals. They are the foundation of America. And, I say this because they tend to govern themselves, and peacefully resolve their disputes. That is essential in a civilized world. For with out it, chaos thrives.

Of the thousands of people that I've arrested, only a few handfuls were religious. I find that incredible. Now although I follow a specific religious doctrine, I'm talking about religion in general. Christians, Jews, Hindus, Buddhists, Mormons, and all the rest. EXCEPT ... Muslims.
ALL Muslims.....(at least the ones I've encountered as a cop).

I have encountered plenty of Muslims. They seem to be the ones that generally will not peacefully coexist with anyone that has a different belief. I have noticed that their morals and ethics are lacking when compared to the general American population. They are difficult to reason with and more often than not, are intolerant of anything other than their way. Hot tempers (even more than Italians), more fraud, corruption, theft, cheating, and violence is rampant in their culture. And they contribute little to the American culture. Surprised? It's against their doctrine.

Well, I know this was not the "Cop Story" you were expecting, but it is what I've seen. And, it is what it is.

Paddle your own kayak and have a great day!
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Here they Come

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Well, more of the same.. I haven't blogged in a while, but it has been even longer since I've blogged about where the MacMuslim is taking our country.

Obama just appointed two devout Muslims to homeland security posts. He and Janet Napolitano appointed Arif Alikhan, a devout Muslim, as Assistant Secretary for Policy Development.

And then, Napolitano selected Kareem Shora, a devout Muslim, who was born in Damascus, Syria, as ADC National Executive Director as a member of the Homeland Security Advisory Council.

Has anyone ever heard a new government official being identified as a devout Catholic, a devout Jew or a devout Protestant...? Just wondering. The MacMuslim seems to be proud of these appointments and wants to boast about the Muslims he is placing all around the country.

Muslims appointed to critical Homeland Security positions? Now doesn't this make you feel safer already?? Was it not "Devout Muslim men" that flew planes into U.S. buildings 8 1/2 years ago? Was it not a Devout Muslim who killed 13 at Fort Hood ?

And at the same time the MacMuslim has been trying to convince us that he was brought up on a Christian faith, yet he is the only President in history to never have attended church (of any denomination) while in office.

Hold on tight. He is destroying private business as he strives to personally take control of every phase of America. He has increased our debit, raised our taxes, ruined what health care we had, and given us away to the communist and Muslim controlled world, while all the while breaking his campaign promises.

Who voted for this devil? Where were you? I was anti MacDaddy well before it was popular to do so. But I won't say "I told you so!" The important thing to do is pick your ignorant ass up (if you were one that elected him) and get him out!
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