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Well, I’m back!! Sorry for the travel blogs for the past 4 months, but that’s what’s travelling is all about. Not to mention the time needed to stay on top of politics. Here are some tidbits that I received from some avid Followers over the past months. Thanks for sharing them with me. I’ve not verified the numbers, but they seem to make sense to me.

Think about these:
Encourage those men who want to marry men, marry men. Encourage those women who want to marry women, marry women. Encourage those folks who want to abort their babies, abort their babies. In three generations, there will be no Democrats.

Why these are the Poorest Cities in America:
Detroit, MI - 32% live in poverty - 83% on welfare
Buffalo, NY - 29% live in poverty - 79% on welfare
Cincinnati, OH – 27% live in poverty - 77% on welfare
Cleveland, OH - 27% live in poverty - 76% on welfare
Miami, FL - 26% live in poverty - 74% on welfare
St. Louis, MO - 26% live in poverty - 73% on welfare
El Paso , TX - 26% live in poverty - 71% on welfare
Milwaukee, WI - 26% live in poverty - 72% on welfare
Philadelphia, PA - 25% live in poverty - 74% on welfare
Newark , NJ - 24% live in poverty - 75% on welfare

These Top Ten Cities with populations over 250,000) have something unique in common. They all have had Democrat Mayors for at least the past 24 years. Some have never elected a Republican.

Einstein once said, 'The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expect different results.'

“You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence. You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves." Abraham Lincoln

The United States is 3rd in Murders throughout the World. But if you remove Chicago, Detroit, Washington DC, and New Orleans, the United States has nearly lowest Murder Rate in the world. These 4 Cities also have the toughest Gun Control Laws in the United States. But it would be absurd to draw any conclusions from this data.
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Turning West

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After beiefly heading north from Central Colorado, we headed west through Wyoming. Wild Mustangs, Antelope, Bufalo, and Prarie Dogs were abundant in the grasslands of the high plains. A stop over in Little America, Utah. Then onward into heavy wind, and at times, rainfall, but no flooding. That was the good news. The bad news was that terrible head winds over the trip cut the Wheeled Manor's fuel economy almost in half. Oh well, they say.

Twin Falls, Idaho for another night as we drew ever closer to home. Then Three Brothers, Bend, to our current stop in Sisters, Oregon for a few nights. Quite chilly here no with overnights in the 40's. Snow in the Cascades, with more to come soon. Hopefully we will beat the mountain passes before we drop into the Willamette Valley then down to the Coast we call home.
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See you Homies soon!!
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EVACUATE!

. . Turning north from the Gulf Coast took us through the Great State of Texas. Houston, then Dallas, then a stop over in Amarillo. Although I generally agree with Texan politics, it is certainly not a State for me. But we did feast on some of the better steaks and Barbecue that I've ever had................................................ After a brief tour through the tip of Oklahoma we found ourselves in LaJunta, Colorado. An night there and an easy drive returned us to Central Colorado for a week with family, then another week with family in Northern Colorado, then another week each with Central and Northern Colorado............................................... It was a great time pent with our children, and their children. Birthdays celebrated. Day trips with the kids. Grandkid sleepovers and all the things that grandparents love to do............................................................... But then it came. The evacuation order. Upon answering a pounding at 4:30am at the entry door of the Wheeled Manor, we were ordered to evacuate the RV park as there was an impending flood threat. That we did. Spending the rest of the night, and the rest of the next day at a Wally World parking lot some 15 miles away and on higher ground while the rains continued put a dampening effect on our moral........................ When the rains subsided, we were able to see first hand the devastation left behind. Lives lost. Homes destroyed. Livestock left dead or stranded. And the infrastructure severely disabled..................................................... Surviving that, we will soon be heading home to the comfort of our Central Oregon home. Back again with friends and our extended family. Back to chores around the home, and back to planning our next trip! ............................................ .

Whistling Dixie

. . Turning east took us on a trek along the Gulf Coast. This area was likely the most unusual for us. Alligators, armadillos, and bugs galore. Big bugs. I mean the kind that could easily eat me, unless I ate him first.................................. Pensacola, Florida, home of our Blue Angels, and the pearly white sands of the beaches. Strange foods, swamps, blue lagoons, paddle wheelers, and humidity. Through Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi. Finally New Orleans; the most bizarre of them all. .................................... A tour of Tulane University to visit my freshman basketball star nephew. Bourbon Street was loaded with weirdoes, some right out of the swamp. But nice, easy going, folk seemingly had not a care in the world. That probably explained the lack of progress they have made to their Hurricane Katrina ravaged homes. Ballads, Blues, and Boasters could be heard through out the town. Daiquiri toting folk. Voodoo masks and easy chairs galore..................................................................... Not for me, but a place one has to see to believe! .

I am . . .

. I am not Trayvon Martin. Be sure of that. I'm not Black. I don't trespass on private properties at night. And if I did so accidentally and was asked to leave, I would. I don't attempt to conceal my identity by wearing hooded sweatshirts. I haven't ever been kicked out of school. I was raised by both my mother and my father. I have never assaulted anyone and I've never been convicted of a crime. The President has never showed alarm when I was assaulted. And no one wears T-shirts to immortalize me............................................I am someone like Chris Lane. I am not light skinned but I consider myself Caucasian. I've jogged through public parks many times in my life just to get some exercise. I wear hooded sweatshirts only to keep warm. And I've never been murdered "out of boredom" and gunned down in my back by three Black thugs I never knew or saw...................... I am not Delbert "Shorty" Belton, a retired WWII veteran beaten to death by two Black teens, but I am somewhat like him. Although not a much decorated person as Belton was, I served the public through law enforcement for over 3 decades. I'm a lucky one for now at least. At least I'm alive................................................. I'm not Barrack Obama or Eric Holder and I don't want to be. I speak out against what is wrong regardless of race or ethnicity. I don't support Islam or the Black Panthers, and I don't profess to be a Christian while attending religious services led by radicals......................................................................... I am what I am. . ..

Working my way back to you, Babe

. Orlando, Florida was our turnaround point. So we drove west from the Atlantic Coast to the Gulf Coast of Florida to Tallahasse where we were held up for a few days worth od repairs to the wheeled manor. Then on to Pensacola where we will be for a few days to check out the historical areas and, of course the beach................Florida didn't do much to turn my crank. Lots of really big bugs that I couldn't begin to recognize other than ticks and spiders. The humidity was incredible, and rainfall heavier than I've ever seen before. 3 inches in one hour during one storm with thunder that was so loud it seemed it could bust your eardrum. Very scary...................But one thing that impressed me was the laws regarding vagrancy, which is illegal. And to apease those liberal that think they will save someone by chipping in to support their habbits, the cities have installed parking meter like devices where one can donate to the lost cause. Apparently the funds are collected, then redistributed to those that claim to be in need. Sounds like an Obama plan to me...............Anyway, I'm missing the politics and discussions. But it's too hard for me to keep up on things while I'm travelling. But I haven't forgotten Benghazi and the need to politically bring down Hilary before election..........Well, in case you're wondering, either this blog site or this aging laptop has a bug in it preventing me from seperating paragraphs. And I miss paragraphs. So, to seperate the paragraphs to make reading easier, I have now just inserted periods. Pretty crafty, eh?...............

We Have Ignition

. 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. .

Along the Atlantic Coast

. 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. .

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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.