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When communicating with the electorate, we all have the urge to want to show them how brilliant we are, as well as to get information to them. So we tend to use the higher level of expressions and references that are understood among'st communicators. Not a good idea! By talking to each other, we're only preaching to the choir, and that's not who we need to convince. Remember, we all have only one vote, no matter how learned or ignorant we are. The trouble is,there are a heck of a lot more uninformed folks out there than there are informed.
For example, Charles Krauthammer is a very brilliant and well educated man who writes a column to be admired by the most astute Blogger. But he is only reaching a quarter of the people who read his column. Lower your Ego, Charles! Speak in a manner we all understand.
The reason? He is using such intricate language, that three quarters of the readers are not going to take the time to decipher what he's saying, therefore missing the point. A Union organizer's bright enough to understand it, but he or she won't pass it on that way.All they know is there's money in it for them, and they 're out to get it. The same guy though,is excellent at being understood by his Peers and flock. Not to insult the uninformed, because it only means they have been given a level of communication they can understand. They're not wanted to think higher. In other words, if they were communicated to with a simple language by everybody, the way we would talk on the street, they would be a lot free'er to make up their own minds, rather than allow their leader to choose for them. (It's their money the Leader is throwing into the Socialst campaigns.) Charles Krauthammer never reaches these people and those are the ones he needs to, most important of all. We all need to do it to be effective. We need to neutralize the "Seminar Socialists."
The Socialists have known this for a very long time, and they use their disciples to behave that way.
But ALL of the Electorate DOES understand them. Know what I mean, Vern?
If the average Joe out there on the street was communicated to with the proper respect,and in a manner that he or she understands, I guarantee their common sense would allow them to recognize how they've been duped by the Socialists all these years. In doing this, we would be enhancing the true electorate to learn more and listen more. The common sense way of teaching would stop the Socialists in their tracks. The average Electorate is not dumb, just uninformed! The teachers and College professors are a part of this taking place.
"Keep it simple, Stupid" was a very effective saying by Bill Clinton. In this case, they're keeping the listeners "Simple and stupid". If you want to win the 2012 election, start talking to the Silent Majority in a way they understand. They are 3/4's of the vote! Just sayin'.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
A FAMILY CHRISTMAS EVENT !! SOMETIME AROUND 1941.
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Christmas is coming for my 75th time! A time to be good to others, and as I wish, be good to myself. It's a time for anyone who believes in it to be kind in actions, words and gifts. A time also to count my blessings, send cards of greeting and sing many of the beautiful Carols that have always put me in a very blissful and "sing along" mood.
It's a time to make amends I think should be made, shake hands with my foes, and not carry hard feelings for the folks who choose a different path of beliefs that does not permit them to celebrate various occasions such as this. That doesn't make them bad. Some of the nicest people I know have been raised with those beliefs, and would never do anything to harm anyone. I feel sorry that they're missing out, that's all.
I believe God loves us all and without discrimination. That's why, at this point in my life, I have no chosen religion, but eternal faith in God. I think if we do things right, we'll all be given a chance at strolling up the same path.
It's a special time to reflect back on my children when they were all still here. To put the ugly times aside, and enjoy the precious memories from the past, and even back farther than that, when I was little, along with some of my Siblings. With very few affordable, material things to wish for, we were still involved with our belief in Santa Clause. It kept hope in our hearts that something good was going to come of it, and it did without fail. We had very little store bought decorations to dress the tree with, and our mother would encourage us to make decorations in addition to the ones we did have.
We had the same lites year after year, and Mom always used red and white wool to make very cute little Santa Clauses to hang on the tree. Twenty or thirty, perhaps even more. Once we finished the tree, and before we were all shooed off to bed, we were each handed a present from our mother to open. New clothes were always the main theme and that was okay with us. Then, off to bed we went.
After we were tucked in bed and supposedly asleep, Paul Kusnir, a friend of the family, was the Great Santa Clause who came stomping through the front door with a "Ho,Ho,Ho," and talking very loudly to himself as he laid the presents under the tree.
Our bedrooms were upstairs so we could only listen close to the heat vents, but not see through to the lower level. We all thought they didn't know we were doing that, with them all the while knowing we were! "Now lets see", Santa would say, "this one's for Jeannie,"and "this one's for Georgie" and so on, until all of our names were mentioned.
When Santa left again, stomping and hollering all the way, we were satisfied he was for real and went back to bed, dreaming about the next day, not realizing our mother was yet to attend Midnight Mass. How she did it, I don't know!
One particular incident comes to mind regarding one early Christmas morning. We were always awake at pre-Dawn on Christmas morning, waiting for the okay to hit the deck. We did, and my brother Jack, who was around 14, was the first one down the stairs and into the dark hallway leading to the living room. Suddenly there was a cracking sound followed by a howl of pain from Jack, prompting someone to reach for the hallway light. There was a beautiful 8ft. long, red Bobsled, steering wheel and all that our brother-in-law, Doug Winters had painstakingly made over a period of months, I'm sure. It was a painful broken toe for Jack, but a present we all were able to enjoy through the early years to come.
Mom, bless her heart , was up earlier, and always had the Christmas tree lit and the coal and wood furnace already going, to start a day of happiness for all to enjoy. A grand day it always was, too. A day of opening presents, and gorging ourselves on Christmas cookies, candies and Christmas cake. Apple cider too! Way before computers and Christmas trees out of a box.
Through all of this, some of us didn't consider the tremendous work she went through to make this all possible, with our mother never complaining.
Through all of the very hard times, I don't ever remember a sad Christmas Day.
Looking back, all those good memories of her accomplishing these tasks, are a miracle to me.
Whenever I think of times being tough, I think about her.
Thanks for raising a family of eleven without the help of a responsible husband, Mom! And thank you for loving him with all his weaknesses even after he passed away, and until the day you died at the age of 99! And me?, I'll love you forever! Just sayin'.
Your son George, on behalf of the rest of the family.
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Christmas is coming for my 75th time! A time to be good to others, and as I wish, be good to myself. It's a time for anyone who believes in it to be kind in actions, words and gifts. A time also to count my blessings, send cards of greeting and sing many of the beautiful Carols that have always put me in a very blissful and "sing along" mood.
It's a time to make amends I think should be made, shake hands with my foes, and not carry hard feelings for the folks who choose a different path of beliefs that does not permit them to celebrate various occasions such as this. That doesn't make them bad. Some of the nicest people I know have been raised with those beliefs, and would never do anything to harm anyone. I feel sorry that they're missing out, that's all.
I believe God loves us all and without discrimination. That's why, at this point in my life, I have no chosen religion, but eternal faith in God. I think if we do things right, we'll all be given a chance at strolling up the same path.
It's a special time to reflect back on my children when they were all still here. To put the ugly times aside, and enjoy the precious memories from the past, and even back farther than that, when I was little, along with some of my Siblings. With very few affordable, material things to wish for, we were still involved with our belief in Santa Clause. It kept hope in our hearts that something good was going to come of it, and it did without fail. We had very little store bought decorations to dress the tree with, and our mother would encourage us to make decorations in addition to the ones we did have.
We had the same lites year after year, and Mom always used red and white wool to make very cute little Santa Clauses to hang on the tree. Twenty or thirty, perhaps even more. Once we finished the tree, and before we were all shooed off to bed, we were each handed a present from our mother to open. New clothes were always the main theme and that was okay with us. Then, off to bed we went.
After we were tucked in bed and supposedly asleep, Paul Kusnir, a friend of the family, was the Great Santa Clause who came stomping through the front door with a "Ho,Ho,Ho," and talking very loudly to himself as he laid the presents under the tree.
Our bedrooms were upstairs so we could only listen close to the heat vents, but not see through to the lower level. We all thought they didn't know we were doing that, with them all the while knowing we were! "Now lets see", Santa would say, "this one's for Jeannie,"and "this one's for Georgie" and so on, until all of our names were mentioned.
When Santa left again, stomping and hollering all the way, we were satisfied he was for real and went back to bed, dreaming about the next day, not realizing our mother was yet to attend Midnight Mass. How she did it, I don't know!
One particular incident comes to mind regarding one early Christmas morning. We were always awake at pre-Dawn on Christmas morning, waiting for the okay to hit the deck. We did, and my brother Jack, who was around 14, was the first one down the stairs and into the dark hallway leading to the living room. Suddenly there was a cracking sound followed by a howl of pain from Jack, prompting someone to reach for the hallway light. There was a beautiful 8ft. long, red Bobsled, steering wheel and all that our brother-in-law, Doug Winters had painstakingly made over a period of months, I'm sure. It was a painful broken toe for Jack, but a present we all were able to enjoy through the early years to come.
Mom, bless her heart , was up earlier, and always had the Christmas tree lit and the coal and wood furnace already going, to start a day of happiness for all to enjoy. A grand day it always was, too. A day of opening presents, and gorging ourselves on Christmas cookies, candies and Christmas cake. Apple cider too! Way before computers and Christmas trees out of a box.
Through all of this, some of us didn't consider the tremendous work she went through to make this all possible, with our mother never complaining.
Through all of the very hard times, I don't ever remember a sad Christmas Day.
Looking back, all those good memories of her accomplishing these tasks, are a miracle to me.
Whenever I think of times being tough, I think about her.
Thanks for raising a family of eleven without the help of a responsible husband, Mom! And thank you for loving him with all his weaknesses even after he passed away, and until the day you died at the age of 99! And me?, I'll love you forever! Just sayin'.
Your son George, on behalf of the rest of the family.
WHAT DO WE DO WITH PAKISTAN, OUR "Hey, we're Pals" ENEMY???
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Does Pakistan like us? NO!!
Do we like Pakistan? NO!!
Should we add more billions to the ones we have already given to Pakistan? NO!!
Should we like Pakistan when they feel free to fire on our troops:? NO!!
Do we want our troops to be in Afghanistan? NO!!
Should our troops not fire back when fired upon? NO!!
Is there anything we need in Afghanistan? NO!!
Does Pakistan have anything we need? NO!!
Should we fear Pakistan's Nuclear capability!! Frankly, NO! Missiles would never leave the Silos.
Should Pakistan harbor and support the Taliban? NO!!
Should we look the other way when they hate us and burn our flag? NO!!
Should we ignore destroying their Nuclear capability? NO!!
Would anybody like us more if we kicked their ass? NO!!
Would anybody like us if we didn't? NO!!
Could Pakistan stop us if we did? NO!!
Would anyone try to stop us? NO!!
Do we see anything truly positive so far? NO!!
Then why on earth are we there??? Anybody Know? NO!!
Let's save billions of dollars and get out of there. YES? YES!!!!
And slap them around on the way out!! Just sayin'.
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Does Pakistan like us? NO!!
Do we like Pakistan? NO!!
Should we add more billions to the ones we have already given to Pakistan? NO!!
Should we like Pakistan when they feel free to fire on our troops:? NO!!
Do we want our troops to be in Afghanistan? NO!!
Should our troops not fire back when fired upon? NO!!
Is there anything we need in Afghanistan? NO!!
Does Pakistan have anything we need? NO!!
Should we fear Pakistan's Nuclear capability!! Frankly, NO! Missiles would never leave the Silos.
Should Pakistan harbor and support the Taliban? NO!!
Should we look the other way when they hate us and burn our flag? NO!!
Should we ignore destroying their Nuclear capability? NO!!
Would anybody like us more if we kicked their ass? NO!!
Would anybody like us if we didn't? NO!!
Could Pakistan stop us if we did? NO!!
Would anyone try to stop us? NO!!
Do we see anything truly positive so far? NO!!
Then why on earth are we there??? Anybody Know? NO!!
Let's save billions of dollars and get out of there. YES? YES!!!!
And slap them around on the way out!! Just sayin'.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
THE NEWT GINGRICH IMMIGRATION COMPROMISE IS OKAY BY ME
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In this time of non compromise, which I think is a good idea for the opposition in the sense that it stops the Marxist, Socialist movement in it's tracks, I do agree with Newt Gingrich on this point.
It's not so much a compromising situation with the Commies in disguise, as it is reasonable for the Illegal Immigrants.
Let's face it, the Hispanic workers have more than proven their worth. #1, They have taken on jobs that the rest of us in good times, didn't need or want to do. It's called "Back breaking labor". They've proven their worth after doing that kind of what I'll refer to as, "Introductory work" for at least their first generation. It's not a bad thing, but ALL of us allowed it to happen way back when we turned our backs to it, 25 years ago. Newt's offer has been the first good solution, which would offer special work cards to them in lieu of Permanent citizenship. Let's be real, the children born here of these people, ARE American Citizens anyway and we shouldn't treat them as anything less. The parents would still be allowed to apply for Citizenship later on through normal channels.
Forget this dumb idea of passing a retroactive law banning the children from having their birthright
claim. They are what they are, and the law would certainly be deemed unconstitutional, beyond a reasonable doubt.
#2 There's really only one reason the Socialists are pushing for total amnesty, and that's their way of getting desperately needed votes in order to go forward with their God abandoning agenda that leads to complete Socialism. They think they only need 4 more years in order to accomplish that task. Otherwise they could not give a damn about compassion of any kind toward the Hispanic people.
In case you haven't noticed, the "Seminar Liberals" are attempting to lead us down a path to Socialism that the European Union is currently failing miserably from as we speak. They've proven one thing here, Socialism ultimately leads to failure. We're witnessing it!!
Watch out for them now, folks!! Their harmonized tactics are finally getting exposed and starting to fall apart at the seams.
They're probably panicking at the bad timing brought on by false confidence. They didn't count on the Sheeple still being able to read and watch the current news. Don't be surprised if you hear them say it's a "Republican" ploy!
#3 The Hispanic community, sensible unions and other non-union workers are almost the only workforce left in America that's truly producing a productive dollar, that will then be passed along for other private companies to regenerate it,to make other productive dollars and so on. The Union leaders who have joined the Socialists are all too busy community organizing the riots against Wall Street to produce anything. By the way, the Union members would rather be working, but they doesn't matter much to the Leaders. They don't believe in compromise.
Gov't sponsored dollars going back into the market place do not give you the same dollar for dollar value, since we already know that by the time it reaches private circulation again, there's only 40 cents of the original dollar left to use!
Obama's a perfect example of how we don't want it to work. He's only an expert at making money disappear that he never had to earn. You earned it at one time though, or you're going to! It's called "Raise your taxes".
#4 If you want to see the good old fashioned family values, where families still do things together, don't turn down an invitation from a Mexican family to attend a child's Birthday, or Celebration of any kind, for that matter. It'll remind you older folks how it was in the days before families got so disfunctional as they are today. My wife and I have been to several, and thoroughly enjoyed the openness and loving tenderness they have for children and other family members. We also appreciated the attention and respect they afforded us beyond what they really needed to. If you really make an effort to accept them, they would like to be regular members of American Society more than you know. To us, they already are.
Footnote:
I never thought I'd see the day when I wouldn't place the word "President" as a habit in front of the Commander-in-Chief's name. But this man is so completely foreign to this country, that he resembles nothing of what we consider good old fashioned American values. He only represents the people who call the country down from within. Every free country has them. But like the other free countries, they're in the minority. We've only allowed them to take up more of our time that they deserved. Overtalking everyone else is one of their ploys, and we allowed them space for it to work.
It's time the Silent Majority makes themselves heard over the annoying voices of these demanding people. Speak out good and loud. Just sayin'.
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In this time of non compromise, which I think is a good idea for the opposition in the sense that it stops the Marxist, Socialist movement in it's tracks, I do agree with Newt Gingrich on this point.
It's not so much a compromising situation with the Commies in disguise, as it is reasonable for the Illegal Immigrants.
Let's face it, the Hispanic workers have more than proven their worth. #1, They have taken on jobs that the rest of us in good times, didn't need or want to do. It's called "Back breaking labor". They've proven their worth after doing that kind of what I'll refer to as, "Introductory work" for at least their first generation. It's not a bad thing, but ALL of us allowed it to happen way back when we turned our backs to it, 25 years ago. Newt's offer has been the first good solution, which would offer special work cards to them in lieu of Permanent citizenship. Let's be real, the children born here of these people, ARE American Citizens anyway and we shouldn't treat them as anything less. The parents would still be allowed to apply for Citizenship later on through normal channels.
Forget this dumb idea of passing a retroactive law banning the children from having their birthright
claim. They are what they are, and the law would certainly be deemed unconstitutional, beyond a reasonable doubt.
#2 There's really only one reason the Socialists are pushing for total amnesty, and that's their way of getting desperately needed votes in order to go forward with their God abandoning agenda that leads to complete Socialism. They think they only need 4 more years in order to accomplish that task. Otherwise they could not give a damn about compassion of any kind toward the Hispanic people.
In case you haven't noticed, the "Seminar Liberals" are attempting to lead us down a path to Socialism that the European Union is currently failing miserably from as we speak. They've proven one thing here, Socialism ultimately leads to failure. We're witnessing it!!
Watch out for them now, folks!! Their harmonized tactics are finally getting exposed and starting to fall apart at the seams.
They're probably panicking at the bad timing brought on by false confidence. They didn't count on the Sheeple still being able to read and watch the current news. Don't be surprised if you hear them say it's a "Republican" ploy!
#3 The Hispanic community, sensible unions and other non-union workers are almost the only workforce left in America that's truly producing a productive dollar, that will then be passed along for other private companies to regenerate it,to make other productive dollars and so on. The Union leaders who have joined the Socialists are all too busy community organizing the riots against Wall Street to produce anything. By the way, the Union members would rather be working, but they doesn't matter much to the Leaders. They don't believe in compromise.
Gov't sponsored dollars going back into the market place do not give you the same dollar for dollar value, since we already know that by the time it reaches private circulation again, there's only 40 cents of the original dollar left to use!
Obama's a perfect example of how we don't want it to work. He's only an expert at making money disappear that he never had to earn. You earned it at one time though, or you're going to! It's called "Raise your taxes".
#4 If you want to see the good old fashioned family values, where families still do things together, don't turn down an invitation from a Mexican family to attend a child's Birthday, or Celebration of any kind, for that matter. It'll remind you older folks how it was in the days before families got so disfunctional as they are today. My wife and I have been to several, and thoroughly enjoyed the openness and loving tenderness they have for children and other family members. We also appreciated the attention and respect they afforded us beyond what they really needed to. If you really make an effort to accept them, they would like to be regular members of American Society more than you know. To us, they already are.
Footnote:
I never thought I'd see the day when I wouldn't place the word "President" as a habit in front of the Commander-in-Chief's name. But this man is so completely foreign to this country, that he resembles nothing of what we consider good old fashioned American values. He only represents the people who call the country down from within. Every free country has them. But like the other free countries, they're in the minority. We've only allowed them to take up more of our time that they deserved. Overtalking everyone else is one of their ploys, and we allowed them space for it to work.
It's time the Silent Majority makes themselves heard over the annoying voices of these demanding people. Speak out good and loud. Just sayin'.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
A REPLAY OF A PAST EVENT 4 YEARS AGO. "OBAMA PARDONS 7 CONVICTED DRUG DEALERS TODAY. WHY?"
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In finding today that Obama has released the Chief Architect of the 9/11attack on the twin towers from Gitmo, this blog below came to mind that I wrote in 2011. This in the "muddle" of 3 historic visits all compiled at once with 3 of the top Leaders of the World. See anything different?
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In finding today that Obama has released the Chief Architect of the 9/11attack on the twin towers from Gitmo, this blog below came to mind that I wrote in 2011. This in the "muddle" of 3 historic visits all compiled at once with 3 of the top Leaders of the World. See anything different?
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I wonder how his supporters are going to defend that? Maybe they will, by using one of their favorite responses like " Republican Abraham Lincoln Pardoned 10 confederate soldiers after the Civil war"!!
Or "George W. Bush said blah! blab! blah". How many times have you heard that???
Can someone give a reasonable explanation except for money? Is he even going to bother explaining it to the Congress? Oh! I forgot! It's executive privilege! He isn't required to explain it if he doesn't want to.
I wonder how his supporters are going to defend that? Maybe they will, by using one of their favorite responses like " Republican Abraham Lincoln Pardoned 10 confederate soldiers after the Civil war"!!
Or "George W. Bush said blah! blab! blah". How many times have you heard that???
Can someone give a reasonable explanation except for money? Is he even going to bother explaining it to the Congress? Oh! I forgot! It's executive privilege! He isn't required to explain it if he doesn't want to.
Until he does though, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with venturing a guess now is there? I don't think there's any law against guessing, at least I'm not aware of it.
I think it's a desperate way to raise money for his campaign. He already has a huge bundle, but he can't fly to other countries around the world to launder it for use later on, and still use it for his campaign.
Maybe some of these phony Churches who receive special tax breaks, and possibly even tax credits, for supporting him financially, are getting low on finances themselves. There are lots of those around, and are only there to serve as a shelter for avoiding other personal taxes, or laundering money. They could care less about Christian religion. I.RS. Leader, Timothy Geitner I'm sure, is all for that, being a tax dodger himself.There's no other reasonable, moral or religious explanation for it.
I mean, where are their values, the values we were taught in the Old days? Those So-called Christians must have abandoned their values to support Obama. They'd have to be blind and deaf not to recognize what he's up to, and it's not good for the overall affairs of this Country.
However, with the fear looming that Obama may not get re-elected, they may be backing off on their promises to him for fear of coming under investigation by the people who replace Geitner, who incidentally is in charge of the I.R.S.
These are all just guesses, but until he gives a reasonable explanation to the people who trusted him to do the right thing by this country, I'm gonna keep guessing.
Would anybody else like to venture a Guess? So far he hasn't given a reasonable explanation for anything he's done. Come on!!!! Make a guess. While it's still a free country to do it. I guess I could be wrong, but all he needs to do is,EXPLAIN it!!.
You know what I think when I see our President up to his neck in B.S.? Not enough B.S.!!!
Just sayin'.
You know what I think when I see our President up to his neck in B.S.? Not enough B.S.!!!
Just sayin'.
Monday, November 21, 2011
A TIRED OLD MAN 'S LAMENT
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I'm sitting here wondering what's next to be,
Seems like just yesterday, Mom cuddled me.
Two sons and five brothers already gone.
Like days of the choo choo chugging along.
The rails we'd lay pennies on, watch as we sat,
the wheels would flatten them, flatter than flat.
Then we'd go home and show them around.
I'll never forget the choo choo train sound.
The first time I married, four children were born,
It ended in heartbreak, The children were torn
With no choice but leaving, I left her a letter.
But that's how it went, hindsight's always better.
Returned 2 years later, situation was bad.
I took my four children, I gave what I had
The girls are adults now, their mother has passed
She's with my two sons, and peaceful at last.
I married again, so I'm settled and peaceful.
All of my Grandkids I love something awful,
24 great grandchildren playing with glee
and telling their siblings, come play with me.
I wish I lived closer to enjoy one and all,
I'd like to be Santa, and we'd have a ball.
In case of good fortune, they're all on my list,
to give all the good things, that Grandpa missed.
Bad health came along, the last of my life
I'm cured for now, I've conquered the strife
Friends were beside me when things went amiss,
My wife gave me hope, throughout all of this.
Let's not forget Jesus and our father, God.
They all made me better, I'm still above sod.
Doctors and helpers all made me get better,
I'd better write Santa a real good letter.
George McNaughton2
Saturday, November 19, 2011
DID THE "OLD BOY" REPUBLICANS DO THE TEA PARTY WRONG WHEN IT WAS IN IT"S INFANCY?
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Reflecting back on a previous blog concerning the the early rejection of the "Tea Party" in it's infancy by the Conservative ,"Inside party " commentators, I hope they didn't deflect enough Independent voters from the Republican influence that they won't get them back come election time in 2012.
Bill O'Reilly, Karl Rove, Brit Hume and Charles Krauthamer, all took offense to the newcomers as though they were afraid of the change that would take place in the "Republican Establishment" within the Party. The "Old fart " politicians who were so firmly embedded in Washington,D.C. were about to be toppled if the Tea Party took hold and prevailed in the Party's way of doing things. They did, and the Washington insiders' Bipartisan policies of "Compromise" got the boot. The Liberal/Socialists had taken control and were running roughshod over the American electorate, and are still trying to, even though they lost the House of Representatives to the Republican "Newcomers,"(Mainly from the Tea Party.) It was none too soon, either! The insiders such as the four I mentioned above, finally recognized them as the real force to be pampered, not criticized.
Soon enough, they were to emerge as the real core of what the Republican Party used to be, but had abandoned in order to make "Sweetheart" deals with the opposition. So much so, that for a while I wondered where they really stood. Honor wasn't really in the forefront anymore. It was a struggle for survival at anybody's cost but their own.
I must say at this point, Sean Hanity, Greta Van Susterin and Glen Beck never abandoned the Tea Party grievances, recognized them for their beliefs as true Independents, and stood up for them all the way. All the anti-Obama forces finally recognized there was no more compromising with the "Seminar Liberals." Because of losing the House, The Socialists have only NOW begun asking for compromise in it's true sense of the word. There's still time to bring in some more Tea Party newcomers for the 2012 elections. Be wise and do it.
I used to think Glen Beck was a little over the top with his predictions. I don't anymore.
God bless the REAL Christians and Believers out there, and thanks to the Tea Party for showing up when they did. Just sayin'.
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Reflecting back on a previous blog concerning the the early rejection of the "Tea Party" in it's infancy by the Conservative ,"Inside party " commentators, I hope they didn't deflect enough Independent voters from the Republican influence that they won't get them back come election time in 2012.
Bill O'Reilly, Karl Rove, Brit Hume and Charles Krauthamer, all took offense to the newcomers as though they were afraid of the change that would take place in the "Republican Establishment" within the Party. The "Old fart " politicians who were so firmly embedded in Washington,D.C. were about to be toppled if the Tea Party took hold and prevailed in the Party's way of doing things. They did, and the Washington insiders' Bipartisan policies of "Compromise" got the boot. The Liberal/Socialists had taken control and were running roughshod over the American electorate, and are still trying to, even though they lost the House of Representatives to the Republican "Newcomers,"(Mainly from the Tea Party.) It was none too soon, either! The insiders such as the four I mentioned above, finally recognized them as the real force to be pampered, not criticized.
Soon enough, they were to emerge as the real core of what the Republican Party used to be, but had abandoned in order to make "Sweetheart" deals with the opposition. So much so, that for a while I wondered where they really stood. Honor wasn't really in the forefront anymore. It was a struggle for survival at anybody's cost but their own.
I must say at this point, Sean Hanity, Greta Van Susterin and Glen Beck never abandoned the Tea Party grievances, recognized them for their beliefs as true Independents, and stood up for them all the way. All the anti-Obama forces finally recognized there was no more compromising with the "Seminar Liberals." Because of losing the House, The Socialists have only NOW begun asking for compromise in it's true sense of the word. There's still time to bring in some more Tea Party newcomers for the 2012 elections. Be wise and do it.
I used to think Glen Beck was a little over the top with his predictions. I don't anymore.
God bless the REAL Christians and Believers out there, and thanks to the Tea Party for showing up when they did. Just sayin'.
I HEARD ABOUT BILLIONAIRES WANTING TO PAY HIGHER TAXES. WHAT???
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I thought I heard on the news that 3 Socialist Billionaires recently went to Washington D.C., or someplace like that, and demanded that they should pay higher taxes.(ho!,ho!,ho!.)
But when a tax collector asked them how much they wanted to donate, and reached for the receipt book, they refused to donate any!!(Bah, Humbug!), being near Christmas and all!
I wonder if they would mind donating to REAL poor people, where the money could actually go into their pockets and the dollars would still be worth a dollar, instead of 40 cents or less after the Gov't gets done with it. I mean, if they asked Barack Obama for their pledges back that they have already promised to his billion dollar campaign goal, plus the intended ones for the future, they could give it directly to the people who are currently upside down and underwater on their mortgages. I know that only 3 billionaires couldn't come anywhere near making a dent in the problem, but they would only have to step out their door, look up and down the street and they'd be looking at one they COULD help! And the dollars donated could be written off on the taxes they probably wouldn't pay anyway, being Obama supporters and all!!You know what I mean, Tax credits, loopholes and special grants for using green pens and pencils. Just think of the REAL people that would help!
OH, I forgot, they probably would have to forfeit some of those benefits if they didn't back Obama. But that wouldn't really hurt HIM much, considering all the Taxpayer's dollars he's campaigning on anyway. He's probably amassing a tax free savings account somewhere.(Brazil, Europe, Mexico?) And maybe the Drug Cartels Could launder it for him, in exchange for all those guns and stuff.
Maybe he's going to be the first self made Billionaire to leave the Presidency of the United States. By hook or by crook,maybe? Just sayin'. ( This WAS a nightmare I had recently!)
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I thought I heard on the news that 3 Socialist Billionaires recently went to Washington D.C., or someplace like that, and demanded that they should pay higher taxes.(ho!,ho!,ho!.)
But when a tax collector asked them how much they wanted to donate, and reached for the receipt book, they refused to donate any!!(Bah, Humbug!), being near Christmas and all!
I wonder if they would mind donating to REAL poor people, where the money could actually go into their pockets and the dollars would still be worth a dollar, instead of 40 cents or less after the Gov't gets done with it. I mean, if they asked Barack Obama for their pledges back that they have already promised to his billion dollar campaign goal, plus the intended ones for the future, they could give it directly to the people who are currently upside down and underwater on their mortgages. I know that only 3 billionaires couldn't come anywhere near making a dent in the problem, but they would only have to step out their door, look up and down the street and they'd be looking at one they COULD help! And the dollars donated could be written off on the taxes they probably wouldn't pay anyway, being Obama supporters and all!!You know what I mean, Tax credits, loopholes and special grants for using green pens and pencils. Just think of the REAL people that would help!
OH, I forgot, they probably would have to forfeit some of those benefits if they didn't back Obama. But that wouldn't really hurt HIM much, considering all the Taxpayer's dollars he's campaigning on anyway. He's probably amassing a tax free savings account somewhere.(Brazil, Europe, Mexico?) And maybe the Drug Cartels Could launder it for him, in exchange for all those guns and stuff.
Maybe he's going to be the first self made Billionaire to leave the Presidency of the United States. By hook or by crook,maybe? Just sayin'. ( This WAS a nightmare I had recently!)
Friday, November 18, 2011
THE NATIONAL LABOR RELATIONS BOARD AGAINST BOEING IN S. CAROLINA
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In a recent conversation with a Socialist minded Christian, he decided to get arrogant when he realized he was losing the discussion concerning the legality of the NLRB ruling that prohibits the Boeing company from producing passenger aircraft in S. Carolina. He challenged me to change it. For some reason he has a tendency to get insulting just like the other "Seminar Liberals" who have practiced the same behavior in the exact same manner. I thought he was at least above that. It seems the liberals don't recognize that their attack strategy doesn't work that well anymore, particularly when they think their comments are going to slow the opposition down, but doesn't. I have mentioned in previous blogs concerning their blatant, illegal actions being pushed forward in a bullyish, continual fashion, as though nobody can do anything about it. It's a kind of "Like it or lump it" behavior. You know, like the Union bosses pushing the demonstrators to "riot and burn" in the silly Wall street protest do. Their true colors really show when it comes down to brass tacks. I term it as turning into a "Criminal" mentality that they themselves use, or encourage the lower life to use. Obama, in an effort to stay above the fray, encourages someone else to use it, again in the Wall Street protests.
If you point out the illegalities that have taken place as we speak, as I did to him, he had to reach back to 1968 at which time he claims a law was passed to allow the NLRB to do such a thing. I never did find that law, but maybe so.The problem with that is, it had to be a Democratic Congress that passed it, and probably in a similar fashion that they passed the Obamacare bill. They had the overwhelming majority at the time. Just as they did when they rammed through the Obamacare bill. Once again, do two wrongs make a right?
Someone quipped "You might want to make sure to lock your doors at night." "I doubt if that'll stop a Molitov cocktail", I replied. they also should know, "These colors don't run".
But I am protected by Smith and Wesson! Just sayin'.
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In a recent conversation with a Socialist minded Christian, he decided to get arrogant when he realized he was losing the discussion concerning the legality of the NLRB ruling that prohibits the Boeing company from producing passenger aircraft in S. Carolina. He challenged me to change it. For some reason he has a tendency to get insulting just like the other "Seminar Liberals" who have practiced the same behavior in the exact same manner. I thought he was at least above that. It seems the liberals don't recognize that their attack strategy doesn't work that well anymore, particularly when they think their comments are going to slow the opposition down, but doesn't. I have mentioned in previous blogs concerning their blatant, illegal actions being pushed forward in a bullyish, continual fashion, as though nobody can do anything about it. It's a kind of "Like it or lump it" behavior. You know, like the Union bosses pushing the demonstrators to "riot and burn" in the silly Wall street protest do. Their true colors really show when it comes down to brass tacks. I term it as turning into a "Criminal" mentality that they themselves use, or encourage the lower life to use. Obama, in an effort to stay above the fray, encourages someone else to use it, again in the Wall Street protests.
If you point out the illegalities that have taken place as we speak, as I did to him, he had to reach back to 1968 at which time he claims a law was passed to allow the NLRB to do such a thing. I never did find that law, but maybe so.The problem with that is, it had to be a Democratic Congress that passed it, and probably in a similar fashion that they passed the Obamacare bill. They had the overwhelming majority at the time. Just as they did when they rammed through the Obamacare bill. Once again, do two wrongs make a right?
Someone quipped "You might want to make sure to lock your doors at night." "I doubt if that'll stop a Molitov cocktail", I replied. they also should know, "These colors don't run".
But I am protected by Smith and Wesson! Just sayin'.
AT THE AGE OF 13.........Chapter # 1
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At the age of 13, and coming from a large family of 8 boys and 3 girls, with me being the youngest boy, I learned to duck and dodge quite skillfully. Since our Father was always gone and forever irresponsible, the oldest boy in the family who was still at home, assumed the position of Patriarch. My mother was so busy trying to keep up with feeding and clothing us, that she felt the oldest boy should be in charge. It worked quite well, actually.
The 4H club had established a boxing club in West Fernie and being a natural born weaver and a bobber by necessity, I joined it. It turned out quite well for me. In the period of a year, I did top of my weight division, locally. It was a good confidence booster for me in the respect of knowing I could handle myself as good as the next kids who were almost all better off than we were, having a father at home and all. Not to say there was anything wrong with the kids I grew up with. It just made me feel more of an equal to them, and that's all I really wanted to be. I was never the person who wanted to beat somebody up, just to defend myself when I felt I had to. To this day, I love them all without exception, and dream of sometime seeing them all again. However, that's not likely, since I hear half of them are gone now, bless their hearts. But I can dream, can't I? And I sometimes do!
Back to my story.
At the age of 14, I was in Grade 8, and like a lot of other kids that age, I was wishing I was anywhere but in class. The good thing about it though, was there were a lot of big kids on our Junior boys basketball team that year, and we were winning most of the games played against the other schools in the East Kootenay School District. This was a real triumph to us, because when it came to sports in previous years, we were at the lower end of the ratings. For once this was different and we were enjoying our short but sweet championship season. In fact after we played and won a regular season game against the bigger town of Kimberley, B.C., I got my name in the Kimberley Newspaper as the star of the game with 10 points. Being an exceptionally big boy for my age at 6 ft. and 185 lbs., I was pumped! Boy, did I think I was good!
We were the high school heroes, even if it was a rare year where we won more games than we lost. The Senior High team was a different story. They were suffering more losses than wins.
It caused the inevitable but seldom event to happen. The Seniors challenged the Juniors to an exhibition game after school hours, to be played in front of a crowd of students who were willing to stay long enough after school to be spectators. Since it wasn't an official game, and with the general assumption the Seniors would walk over us, not many showed up. Anyway the game started with a whistle by the two opposing coaches who played a duel roll of coach/referees.
It was a surprisingly close game after the first 2 quarters with the Seniors only being a few points ahead of us. Close enough that it caused us to realize we could win this thing! The coach mentioned that to us and after great words of encouragement and a "Rah,Rah,Rah," sent us back out there.
Darned if we didn't pull ahead with a succession of quick baskets. The frustration at the thought of losing began to show on the Seniors as we maintained our lead into the 4th quarter. We began to expand the lead towards the end of the game and they retaliated by getting rougher and tougher. They couldn't score a basket if their life depended on it. A pushing match between me and the other Center eventually turned into a fist fight, at which time the other Center was helped off the floor by his teammates, and me being escorted to the dressing room by the two coaches, all the while threatening suspensions to both of us. We had all left the Gym, all the while hurling insults at each other, and not finishing the game. I went home, kicking rocks and wishing I hadn't handled it that way.
The animosity was short lived, however, with all concerned shaking hands before class the next morning at the coaxing of the two coaches. No suspensions were handed out, either. "All's well that ends well" was a remark we all consented to.
Baseball was the next event in my life that involved basically the same participants, being a small town and all, and because of that, if you could walk, talk and run, you were included to play.
It was back in 1950 when the sports were for the fun of it as well as the desire to win. The desire to win, of course, is always there, but it wasn't always the case as it is now. For example, in Peewee and Juvenile hockey, we were required to play a small town of Bellevue, Alta. They had a Semi-Pro hockey team in their town called the Crow Coalers that played in the WHL hockey league. If you were selected from such a team as this, You were in the NHL. You didn't get much better than that! My town of Fernie, B.C. had no such caliber of hockey to watch that came anywhere close to that. As a result, I remember one game where we were beaten by the Bellevue Peewees by a score of 21 to 1.
The only thing credited with saving the humiliation was the free for all fight that took place at the end of the game. We won!!
The great thing about those days was, though, the animosity never left the arena. We were always treated by the Rotary club or the Gyros to a nice lunch or dinner after the game, at which time we were all friends again. We didn't allow it to ruin the relationship that was maintained between friends. Whenever running into a previous foe from past years, it was, and still is, a great pleasure to behold.
It was the same in any of our sports, including baseball.
I remember being pretty good at fielding the ball, a little wild at throwing the ball, and exceptionally good at tossing the ball in the air and batting it out to the fielders during practice sessions. Their main complaint was that I was batting the ball too hard, and they had to crawl over the Home-run fence to retrieve it. But I had little experience at actually being pitched to in a game.
Anyway, we were playing an inter-league game in which a lad named Alan Cairns, was pitching on the opposite team. Alan was an exceptionally large boy for a 17 year old, 6' 6'' in height and about 200 lbs. He was already known, when at bat, for breaking windows in the School that was well beyond normal batting range for the rest of us. He was a natural born athlete at anything he did and I believe, even today if given the chance, he would have dominated any sport, bar none. Instead he choose to go to work in the Coal mines shortly after Graduation, and I believe he spent his life in Fernie, if he in fact, still lives.
It came my turn at bat, and I proudly walked up to the plate, fully sure I was going to make myself proud. Alan wound up and with a high kick, fired the ball. Like a deer caught in the headlights, I was mesmerized by it and just watched helplessly as it careened off my head. Down I went, with my head spinning like a top and a headache that I never again experienced in my lifetime.
As I laid there on the ground, I could here Frankie Lynch, the next batter up, laughing uncontrollably in the background. The players helped me up to my feet and over to the player's bench. As I was sitting there holding my head, I watched as Frankie got up to bat. He took that typical batter's stance in a 3/4 crouch, looking as though he was gonna smack that ball right out of the park!
Alan wound up once again, high professional kick as well, and fired that ball like a bullet. It was wide and on the inside, so much so that it bounced off the cheek of Frankie's bubbly ass with a thud that the whole crowd could hear, followed by a holler that should be in the records to this day. As he crawled around on the grass, one hand clutching his butt, I laughed until I could finally see straight.
The pain in my head was gone for an instant as I took complete pleasure in what I had just seen. I'll bet Frankie remembers it to this day, too! At least I hope he does.
The coach must have thought, "Somebody could get hurt, here!!" because he pulled the pitcher after that episode. I was never able to stand confidently at the plate again, so I wasn't included in the roster, anymore. I still loved the game, but my noodle said it wasn't for me. However, there was still plenty of room for other sports.
Right around the same time of year, Fernie High School had the good fortune of employing a Physical Education teacher by the name of Lorne Carroll. Lorne at the time was 24, and currently the distinguished 440 champ of the Province of Saskatchewan. He had recently played with the Saskatchewan Rough Riders prior to arriving in Fernie. He was a tall, muscular fellow with a very pleasant disposition. We all welcomed him to the school and enjoyed being under his direction in summer sports. His favorite athletic excercise for us in gym class was touch football. Since the School couldn't afford to equip us with the proper equipment at the time, it was more appropriate to touch someone carrying the ball, ending the play, rather than tackling. His favorite play was to stand in the end zone with the ball cradled in his forearm, place us in our various defensive positions, and then attempt to thread his way through the maze of players without being touched. He made it successfully a lot of times.
It was a good introduction sport and I got to like it a lot. I have always wished I had been able to go on and play the actual sport, but our time with Lorne was cut far too short.
An incident happened one day on the playing field, when Lorne suddenly went to his knees with a tremendous pain in his back. He had a look of misery on his face as we all had a hand in helping him off the field. After resting on a bench for a while, he recovered fully it seemed, and we went on with our practice, although he didn't participate and instead, coached us from the sidelines. The next day we were told that Lorne was on his way back to Saskatchewan on medical leave and would be back after treatment. A couple of weeks passed and it was sadly announced to the whole school in assembly one morning, that Lorne Carroll had passed away suddenly of Heart failure. There were a lot of tears that day, from Seniors, Juniors and teaching staff alike. We'd never be seeing him again!
It was a shock that no one had expected, but it explained the sudden back pain he had suffered earlier.
That ended the dream for all of us that, some day there would be a regular Football League in Fernie and the surrounding towns in the East Kootenays. With nobody to pick up his lead, it was gone.
School let out for the summer and it was time to find a summer job.
I was contacted by a school friend, who was already out for the summer a month and a half early, due to having over a 90% average throughout the school term. He didn't need to write the final exams as a result. (How I wished I was that smart.) He was working with a Topographical Survey Company contracted to the Federal Gov't. The job was mapping the Upper Elk Valley region of the Rocky Mountains, including the creeks rivers,valleys and mountain ridges to the beginning of their sources at the top of the Range. We were assisted by Aerial photography done a few years earlier by the Canadian Air force.
The camp we worked out of was an arrangement of Surplus Army tents complete with cook shack and kitchen. There were 10 men total including the cook. The cooking was fabulous to say the least. The creek was our wash up spot in the mornings and we were high enough up in elevation that, even in the summer, we had to crack the thin layer of ice that would form during the night around the edges of the creek. We were awakened every morning by the triangular cook shack bell as a warning to get ready for breakfast, and everyone headed for the frosty creek to splash water on our faces and hands before breakfast. That woke us up, believe me!
We were fortunate enough to be camped across the creek from the farthermost Ranch owned and operated by Bob McGinnis, a professional Guide and Outfitter. Every year he had dedicated groups of american hunters that he patronized at the ranch while his Cowboy guides led them by horseback on hunting expeditions during the hunting season. He had about a dozen horses with nothing to do but graze on the rich grass of the Rockies during the summer. We were there during the slack time so he would rent them to us for $1.00 an evening. His hired help, Professional cowboys with not a lot to do in the off season except rodeos once in a while, would stage little mini rodeos with the horses on hand and do roping and barrel racing etc. Other times, they would take us on pack trails that led up into the most beautiful hunting areas you could imagine. Looking back now, It was a once in a lifetime experience that has lasted a lifetime. The high, meadows, spotted with patches of stunted trees, were a place to dream of.
Back at the ranch near one of the corrals, was parked an old fashioned roadster that was in great condition, but had a big old rope tied to the front bumper. It was a beautifully designed car and we had never seen anything like it before. There were spare wheels mounted on the wells in the front fenders with chrome covers. It was a front wheel drive and an automatic transmission. the little shift mechanism was mounted in the middle of the steering wheel. Apparently an electric shift. It was a 1936 Chord and the last manufactured of it's kind. The reason given was that Chord Co. was too far ahead of it's time. The automobile world was simply not ready for it yet, and it was too expensive for it's time,also. The other, more popular cars were less expensive and needed more for local transport than luxury. In order for the car companies to compete, they had to produce a more affordable mode of transportation. It would be thirty odd years before front wheel drive would be popular again.
When I asked why it had the rope tied on it , they said some American hunters came to the ranch in it, and it broke down. They did their hunting, left and never came back for it. It had been towed in by a team of the ranch's horses.
The job we were sent to do ended in mid summer and they kept us long enough to help tear down the camp before laying us off. It was a memorable and interesting adventure for the two of us, and a great time to reflect back on. Most of the money I made went to my mother for family purposes. None the less, I was a happy Camper and the yearning to become an adult was in progress.
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At the age of 13, and coming from a large family of 8 boys and 3 girls, with me being the youngest boy, I learned to duck and dodge quite skillfully. Since our Father was always gone and forever irresponsible, the oldest boy in the family who was still at home, assumed the position of Patriarch. My mother was so busy trying to keep up with feeding and clothing us, that she felt the oldest boy should be in charge. It worked quite well, actually.
The 4H club had established a boxing club in West Fernie and being a natural born weaver and a bobber by necessity, I joined it. It turned out quite well for me. In the period of a year, I did top of my weight division, locally. It was a good confidence booster for me in the respect of knowing I could handle myself as good as the next kids who were almost all better off than we were, having a father at home and all. Not to say there was anything wrong with the kids I grew up with. It just made me feel more of an equal to them, and that's all I really wanted to be. I was never the person who wanted to beat somebody up, just to defend myself when I felt I had to. To this day, I love them all without exception, and dream of sometime seeing them all again. However, that's not likely, since I hear half of them are gone now, bless their hearts. But I can dream, can't I? And I sometimes do!
Back to my story.
At the age of 14, I was in Grade 8, and like a lot of other kids that age, I was wishing I was anywhere but in class. The good thing about it though, was there were a lot of big kids on our Junior boys basketball team that year, and we were winning most of the games played against the other schools in the East Kootenay School District. This was a real triumph to us, because when it came to sports in previous years, we were at the lower end of the ratings. For once this was different and we were enjoying our short but sweet championship season. In fact after we played and won a regular season game against the bigger town of Kimberley, B.C., I got my name in the Kimberley Newspaper as the star of the game with 10 points. Being an exceptionally big boy for my age at 6 ft. and 185 lbs., I was pumped! Boy, did I think I was good!
We were the high school heroes, even if it was a rare year where we won more games than we lost. The Senior High team was a different story. They were suffering more losses than wins.
It caused the inevitable but seldom event to happen. The Seniors challenged the Juniors to an exhibition game after school hours, to be played in front of a crowd of students who were willing to stay long enough after school to be spectators. Since it wasn't an official game, and with the general assumption the Seniors would walk over us, not many showed up. Anyway the game started with a whistle by the two opposing coaches who played a duel roll of coach/referees.
It was a surprisingly close game after the first 2 quarters with the Seniors only being a few points ahead of us. Close enough that it caused us to realize we could win this thing! The coach mentioned that to us and after great words of encouragement and a "Rah,Rah,Rah," sent us back out there.
Darned if we didn't pull ahead with a succession of quick baskets. The frustration at the thought of losing began to show on the Seniors as we maintained our lead into the 4th quarter. We began to expand the lead towards the end of the game and they retaliated by getting rougher and tougher. They couldn't score a basket if their life depended on it. A pushing match between me and the other Center eventually turned into a fist fight, at which time the other Center was helped off the floor by his teammates, and me being escorted to the dressing room by the two coaches, all the while threatening suspensions to both of us. We had all left the Gym, all the while hurling insults at each other, and not finishing the game. I went home, kicking rocks and wishing I hadn't handled it that way.
The animosity was short lived, however, with all concerned shaking hands before class the next morning at the coaxing of the two coaches. No suspensions were handed out, either. "All's well that ends well" was a remark we all consented to.
Baseball was the next event in my life that involved basically the same participants, being a small town and all, and because of that, if you could walk, talk and run, you were included to play.
It was back in 1950 when the sports were for the fun of it as well as the desire to win. The desire to win, of course, is always there, but it wasn't always the case as it is now. For example, in Peewee and Juvenile hockey, we were required to play a small town of Bellevue, Alta. They had a Semi-Pro hockey team in their town called the Crow Coalers that played in the WHL hockey league. If you were selected from such a team as this, You were in the NHL. You didn't get much better than that! My town of Fernie, B.C. had no such caliber of hockey to watch that came anywhere close to that. As a result, I remember one game where we were beaten by the Bellevue Peewees by a score of 21 to 1.
The only thing credited with saving the humiliation was the free for all fight that took place at the end of the game. We won!!
The great thing about those days was, though, the animosity never left the arena. We were always treated by the Rotary club or the Gyros to a nice lunch or dinner after the game, at which time we were all friends again. We didn't allow it to ruin the relationship that was maintained between friends. Whenever running into a previous foe from past years, it was, and still is, a great pleasure to behold.
It was the same in any of our sports, including baseball.
I remember being pretty good at fielding the ball, a little wild at throwing the ball, and exceptionally good at tossing the ball in the air and batting it out to the fielders during practice sessions. Their main complaint was that I was batting the ball too hard, and they had to crawl over the Home-run fence to retrieve it. But I had little experience at actually being pitched to in a game.
Anyway, we were playing an inter-league game in which a lad named Alan Cairns, was pitching on the opposite team. Alan was an exceptionally large boy for a 17 year old, 6' 6'' in height and about 200 lbs. He was already known, when at bat, for breaking windows in the School that was well beyond normal batting range for the rest of us. He was a natural born athlete at anything he did and I believe, even today if given the chance, he would have dominated any sport, bar none. Instead he choose to go to work in the Coal mines shortly after Graduation, and I believe he spent his life in Fernie, if he in fact, still lives.
It came my turn at bat, and I proudly walked up to the plate, fully sure I was going to make myself proud. Alan wound up and with a high kick, fired the ball. Like a deer caught in the headlights, I was mesmerized by it and just watched helplessly as it careened off my head. Down I went, with my head spinning like a top and a headache that I never again experienced in my lifetime.
As I laid there on the ground, I could here Frankie Lynch, the next batter up, laughing uncontrollably in the background. The players helped me up to my feet and over to the player's bench. As I was sitting there holding my head, I watched as Frankie got up to bat. He took that typical batter's stance in a 3/4 crouch, looking as though he was gonna smack that ball right out of the park!
Alan wound up once again, high professional kick as well, and fired that ball like a bullet. It was wide and on the inside, so much so that it bounced off the cheek of Frankie's bubbly ass with a thud that the whole crowd could hear, followed by a holler that should be in the records to this day. As he crawled around on the grass, one hand clutching his butt, I laughed until I could finally see straight.
The pain in my head was gone for an instant as I took complete pleasure in what I had just seen. I'll bet Frankie remembers it to this day, too! At least I hope he does.
The coach must have thought, "Somebody could get hurt, here!!" because he pulled the pitcher after that episode. I was never able to stand confidently at the plate again, so I wasn't included in the roster, anymore. I still loved the game, but my noodle said it wasn't for me. However, there was still plenty of room for other sports.
Right around the same time of year, Fernie High School had the good fortune of employing a Physical Education teacher by the name of Lorne Carroll. Lorne at the time was 24, and currently the distinguished 440 champ of the Province of Saskatchewan. He had recently played with the Saskatchewan Rough Riders prior to arriving in Fernie. He was a tall, muscular fellow with a very pleasant disposition. We all welcomed him to the school and enjoyed being under his direction in summer sports. His favorite athletic excercise for us in gym class was touch football. Since the School couldn't afford to equip us with the proper equipment at the time, it was more appropriate to touch someone carrying the ball, ending the play, rather than tackling. His favorite play was to stand in the end zone with the ball cradled in his forearm, place us in our various defensive positions, and then attempt to thread his way through the maze of players without being touched. He made it successfully a lot of times.
It was a good introduction sport and I got to like it a lot. I have always wished I had been able to go on and play the actual sport, but our time with Lorne was cut far too short.
An incident happened one day on the playing field, when Lorne suddenly went to his knees with a tremendous pain in his back. He had a look of misery on his face as we all had a hand in helping him off the field. After resting on a bench for a while, he recovered fully it seemed, and we went on with our practice, although he didn't participate and instead, coached us from the sidelines. The next day we were told that Lorne was on his way back to Saskatchewan on medical leave and would be back after treatment. A couple of weeks passed and it was sadly announced to the whole school in assembly one morning, that Lorne Carroll had passed away suddenly of Heart failure. There were a lot of tears that day, from Seniors, Juniors and teaching staff alike. We'd never be seeing him again!
It was a shock that no one had expected, but it explained the sudden back pain he had suffered earlier.
That ended the dream for all of us that, some day there would be a regular Football League in Fernie and the surrounding towns in the East Kootenays. With nobody to pick up his lead, it was gone.
School let out for the summer and it was time to find a summer job.
I was contacted by a school friend, who was already out for the summer a month and a half early, due to having over a 90% average throughout the school term. He didn't need to write the final exams as a result. (How I wished I was that smart.) He was working with a Topographical Survey Company contracted to the Federal Gov't. The job was mapping the Upper Elk Valley region of the Rocky Mountains, including the creeks rivers,valleys and mountain ridges to the beginning of their sources at the top of the Range. We were assisted by Aerial photography done a few years earlier by the Canadian Air force.
The camp we worked out of was an arrangement of Surplus Army tents complete with cook shack and kitchen. There were 10 men total including the cook. The cooking was fabulous to say the least. The creek was our wash up spot in the mornings and we were high enough up in elevation that, even in the summer, we had to crack the thin layer of ice that would form during the night around the edges of the creek. We were awakened every morning by the triangular cook shack bell as a warning to get ready for breakfast, and everyone headed for the frosty creek to splash water on our faces and hands before breakfast. That woke us up, believe me!
We were fortunate enough to be camped across the creek from the farthermost Ranch owned and operated by Bob McGinnis, a professional Guide and Outfitter. Every year he had dedicated groups of american hunters that he patronized at the ranch while his Cowboy guides led them by horseback on hunting expeditions during the hunting season. He had about a dozen horses with nothing to do but graze on the rich grass of the Rockies during the summer. We were there during the slack time so he would rent them to us for $1.00 an evening. His hired help, Professional cowboys with not a lot to do in the off season except rodeos once in a while, would stage little mini rodeos with the horses on hand and do roping and barrel racing etc. Other times, they would take us on pack trails that led up into the most beautiful hunting areas you could imagine. Looking back now, It was a once in a lifetime experience that has lasted a lifetime. The high, meadows, spotted with patches of stunted trees, were a place to dream of.
Back at the ranch near one of the corrals, was parked an old fashioned roadster that was in great condition, but had a big old rope tied to the front bumper. It was a beautifully designed car and we had never seen anything like it before. There were spare wheels mounted on the wells in the front fenders with chrome covers. It was a front wheel drive and an automatic transmission. the little shift mechanism was mounted in the middle of the steering wheel. Apparently an electric shift. It was a 1936 Chord and the last manufactured of it's kind. The reason given was that Chord Co. was too far ahead of it's time. The automobile world was simply not ready for it yet, and it was too expensive for it's time,also. The other, more popular cars were less expensive and needed more for local transport than luxury. In order for the car companies to compete, they had to produce a more affordable mode of transportation. It would be thirty odd years before front wheel drive would be popular again.
When I asked why it had the rope tied on it , they said some American hunters came to the ranch in it, and it broke down. They did their hunting, left and never came back for it. It had been towed in by a team of the ranch's horses.
The job we were sent to do ended in mid summer and they kept us long enough to help tear down the camp before laying us off. It was a memorable and interesting adventure for the two of us, and a great time to reflect back on. Most of the money I made went to my mother for family purposes. None the less, I was a happy Camper and the yearning to become an adult was in progress.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
U.S.SUPREME COURT AND THE OBAMA HEALTH CARE LAW.
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The biggest concern aside from the Unemployment situation is no doubt, the legality of the controversial Obama Healthcare law that goes into effect on January 1st of 2012.
I heard a news report where they reported the Supreme Court will make a decision as quickly as June of 2012. I guess that all depends on how we interpret the word "quickly" is.
This is a law that's going to affect literally all of the recipients who are presently on, or are going to soon be on, Medicare. This is a law that's allowing a left leaning, Secondary Ins. Broker to reap the billions of dollars in profit from people who are FORCED to provide their own Secondary insurance whether they like it or not!! (Secondary Ins. provides for paying part of the 20% that Medicare doesn't pay on Medical bills.) That Broker goes by the name of "AARP". Which consequently, allows AARP to donate more of the profit to the great Obama machine for the 2012 General election. Get it??
The legality of this Bill is flawed according to an Amendment in the Constitution that protects the consumer from being forced to buy any commodities by any Gov't institution. Or something similar to that.
This is a bill that was "rammed" down our throats by a Democratic Congress who, at the time couldn't even tell the rest of Congress what the particulars were in the Bill. A Bill 2700 pages long that, when eventually was read, couldn't be satisfactorily understood anyway, because of the many conflicting regulations in it. And they did it behind closed doors, barring the Republicans from even participating in the decision due to the "Closed Doors"!!
Meanwhile,there's a fortune being made by AARP and it's coveted Ins. Co.'s by them advertising that it's definitely going to happen on January 1st, and those who haven't purchased the Secondary Insurance are going to be fined by the Federal Gov't for not doing so. (What a boom that is for the Insurance Companies!) Having admitted he invited AARP to sit down with him to design Obamacare in the first place, he simply invited the Fox to design the henhouse. Isn't that neat???
All this, even though it's being considered to be, and most likely will be, Unconstitutional. Meaning then, that anyone having been coersed into purchasing the insurance under false pretenses, can demand their money back. Right??
So because of this being so important to the masses in this country, why isn't the Supreme Court making this a top priority on their schedule? The excuse that they're too busy with other matters doesn't fly with me!! Nothing could be more important to the American people right now than this is.
So they need to place this matter ahead of anything else that's on their plate.
Leaving their decision until June only complicates the matter and allows AARP and it's friends to reap the profits of selling more insurance for another six months.
Do I smell a rat, here? I mean, if it looks like a rat, and smells like a rat, it probably is a rat, right??
Here's what could happen if it's allowed to go until June; Obama and his allies think that if it is allowed to go into effect on Jan. 1st, and stays in effect for six months, the electorate will have accepted it by then, and it would be too complicated to change it as well. The Supreme Court could also want to sweep it under the rug, considering the turmoil and confusion it would cause if they reversed it, and the count could then go from 5 to 4 in favor of repeal to 4 to 5 in favor of repeal. Obama wins!!!
Will the law be suspended until June by the Supreme Court? Why wouldn't they, and why haven't they? And why hasn't the congress put a blocker on this onslaught of sales by AARP and their friends?
Just Askin'.
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(Note the date this blog was written)
The biggest concern aside from the Unemployment situation is no doubt, the legality of the controversial Obama Healthcare law that goes into effect on January 1st of 2012.
I heard a news report where they reported the Supreme Court will make a decision as quickly as June of 2012. I guess that all depends on how we interpret the word "quickly" is.
This is a law that's going to affect literally all of the recipients who are presently on, or are going to soon be on, Medicare. This is a law that's allowing a left leaning, Secondary Ins. Broker to reap the billions of dollars in profit from people who are FORCED to provide their own Secondary insurance whether they like it or not!! (Secondary Ins. provides for paying part of the 20% that Medicare doesn't pay on Medical bills.) That Broker goes by the name of "AARP". Which consequently, allows AARP to donate more of the profit to the great Obama machine for the 2012 General election. Get it??
The legality of this Bill is flawed according to an Amendment in the Constitution that protects the consumer from being forced to buy any commodities by any Gov't institution. Or something similar to that.
This is a bill that was "rammed" down our throats by a Democratic Congress who, at the time couldn't even tell the rest of Congress what the particulars were in the Bill. A Bill 2700 pages long that, when eventually was read, couldn't be satisfactorily understood anyway, because of the many conflicting regulations in it. And they did it behind closed doors, barring the Republicans from even participating in the decision due to the "Closed Doors"!!
Meanwhile,there's a fortune being made by AARP and it's coveted Ins. Co.'s by them advertising that it's definitely going to happen on January 1st, and those who haven't purchased the Secondary Insurance are going to be fined by the Federal Gov't for not doing so. (What a boom that is for the Insurance Companies!) Having admitted he invited AARP to sit down with him to design Obamacare in the first place, he simply invited the Fox to design the henhouse. Isn't that neat???
All this, even though it's being considered to be, and most likely will be, Unconstitutional. Meaning then, that anyone having been coersed into purchasing the insurance under false pretenses, can demand their money back. Right??
So because of this being so important to the masses in this country, why isn't the Supreme Court making this a top priority on their schedule? The excuse that they're too busy with other matters doesn't fly with me!! Nothing could be more important to the American people right now than this is.
So they need to place this matter ahead of anything else that's on their plate.
Leaving their decision until June only complicates the matter and allows AARP and it's friends to reap the profits of selling more insurance for another six months.
Do I smell a rat, here? I mean, if it looks like a rat, and smells like a rat, it probably is a rat, right??
Here's what could happen if it's allowed to go until June; Obama and his allies think that if it is allowed to go into effect on Jan. 1st, and stays in effect for six months, the electorate will have accepted it by then, and it would be too complicated to change it as well. The Supreme Court could also want to sweep it under the rug, considering the turmoil and confusion it would cause if they reversed it, and the count could then go from 5 to 4 in favor of repeal to 4 to 5 in favor of repeal. Obama wins!!!
Will the law be suspended until June by the Supreme Court? Why wouldn't they, and why haven't they? And why hasn't the congress put a blocker on this onslaught of sales by AARP and their friends?
Just Askin'.
Monday, November 14, 2011
MY NON SIDED VIEW ON SELECTING A POLITICIAN TO VOTE FOR.
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When first entering adulthood, it's always a great feeling to become eligible to vote. A feeling of freedom to express your preferences in a new world of "one man, one vote." You're now equal to every other voter who qualifies to sign his name under his favorite candidate.
Keep in mind always, that no matter how well off you are, or how poor you are, you always have the equal opportunity to vote! Voting is the one time you're just as valuable as anyone else.
That's the beauty of a true Democratic Republic, when you can truly attempt to elect the representative that promises to help run the Government the way you prefer it being done. Remembering though, one representative can pass nothing, create nothing without the help and agreement of the rest of the legislative assembly or it's elected Leader. Be it City, County, State or Federal. Their power is limited to what they recommend and goes no farther if the majority disagrees. They become Salesmen trying to sell their ideas to another salesman. It can be as simple or as complicated as that!
This is where you enter the picture, as far as understanding politics is concerned.
Beware of the politician who says he or she, if elected is going to change things as though they're the only power to decide what's going to change. It's simply not that easy. It depends on how good a salesperson they are, and how reasonable and sincere they are in their presentation to the other elected salespersons. No individual is going to accomplish much of anything alone, and when they promise they're going to, beware of that politician, because he or she isn't telling you the truth. I'll personally only vote for them if they sincerely say they'll try.
Once they become seasoned Politicians,(Salespersons), they are now in a position to sell their beliefs to you. (The tables have turned now, haven't they?) It goes without saying! Most of them are guilty of it, regardless of political party. Unfortunately they're now speaking for the other influences they have met since entering office, The special interest groups who have the money to back them in the next election. ( It has now turned from sincerity to monetary value). Wink, wink!
Now it's up to you to determine who's telling you the whole truth, and how much of what they tell you is the "real" truth. this is a little more difficult to determine, since they're all guilty of masking the real facts when it suits their purposes. But you can protect yourself to the degree of determining who's telling the least lies, by researching a lot of the "facts" on the internet. Even then, you have to keep in mind who placed it there.
You can tell this by being honest with yourself first of all! Human's have a tendency, if they like someone enough, to allow themselves to be lied to even though in their heart, they know the politician is being insincere in order to cover for himself or herself, or another politician of the same party. It happens all the time. The secret is to decide who is lying the least, that's all.
I have made my own determinations only after I found the News channel that I know gives me ALL the news rather than just part of it. If you're living in the U.S., It's "FOX NEWS."
If you're a new voter, you might be wise to review the "U.S.Constitution" and the "Bill of Rights". In my estimation it's vitally important that you do that. The reason I say this, is because in the past decade there has been a tendency to ignore it to satisfy the wants of "Special Interest" groups. However, in the past three years, It's gone from a "tendency" to a full fledged assault on people's rights by misuse of those two all important documents. I believe it's now a "desire" by these groups to change the meaning and content of them to suit their own aims and needs regardless of how it affects the rest of the "Silent Majority" population.
The "Wall Street" protesters are the garbage end of the Special Interest Groups, who use them as a tool to disrupt what little Democratic Republic we have left.
My advice to new voters is to make an honest attempt in determining who's REALLY telling you the truth before you put your mark by their name.
Don't vote for anyone who would spend this Great Country into monetary oblivion. Chaos is a weapon on their side and if you watch the news on Fox, they'll explain to you what the outcome will be. Just sayin'.
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When first entering adulthood, it's always a great feeling to become eligible to vote. A feeling of freedom to express your preferences in a new world of "one man, one vote." You're now equal to every other voter who qualifies to sign his name under his favorite candidate.
Keep in mind always, that no matter how well off you are, or how poor you are, you always have the equal opportunity to vote! Voting is the one time you're just as valuable as anyone else.
That's the beauty of a true Democratic Republic, when you can truly attempt to elect the representative that promises to help run the Government the way you prefer it being done. Remembering though, one representative can pass nothing, create nothing without the help and agreement of the rest of the legislative assembly or it's elected Leader. Be it City, County, State or Federal. Their power is limited to what they recommend and goes no farther if the majority disagrees. They become Salesmen trying to sell their ideas to another salesman. It can be as simple or as complicated as that!
This is where you enter the picture, as far as understanding politics is concerned.
Beware of the politician who says he or she, if elected is going to change things as though they're the only power to decide what's going to change. It's simply not that easy. It depends on how good a salesperson they are, and how reasonable and sincere they are in their presentation to the other elected salespersons. No individual is going to accomplish much of anything alone, and when they promise they're going to, beware of that politician, because he or she isn't telling you the truth. I'll personally only vote for them if they sincerely say they'll try.
Once they become seasoned Politicians,(Salespersons), they are now in a position to sell their beliefs to you. (The tables have turned now, haven't they?) It goes without saying! Most of them are guilty of it, regardless of political party. Unfortunately they're now speaking for the other influences they have met since entering office, The special interest groups who have the money to back them in the next election. ( It has now turned from sincerity to monetary value). Wink, wink!
Now it's up to you to determine who's telling you the whole truth, and how much of what they tell you is the "real" truth. this is a little more difficult to determine, since they're all guilty of masking the real facts when it suits their purposes. But you can protect yourself to the degree of determining who's telling the least lies, by researching a lot of the "facts" on the internet. Even then, you have to keep in mind who placed it there.
You can tell this by being honest with yourself first of all! Human's have a tendency, if they like someone enough, to allow themselves to be lied to even though in their heart, they know the politician is being insincere in order to cover for himself or herself, or another politician of the same party. It happens all the time. The secret is to decide who is lying the least, that's all.
I have made my own determinations only after I found the News channel that I know gives me ALL the news rather than just part of it. If you're living in the U.S., It's "FOX NEWS."
If you're a new voter, you might be wise to review the "U.S.Constitution" and the "Bill of Rights". In my estimation it's vitally important that you do that. The reason I say this, is because in the past decade there has been a tendency to ignore it to satisfy the wants of "Special Interest" groups. However, in the past three years, It's gone from a "tendency" to a full fledged assault on people's rights by misuse of those two all important documents. I believe it's now a "desire" by these groups to change the meaning and content of them to suit their own aims and needs regardless of how it affects the rest of the "Silent Majority" population.
The "Wall Street" protesters are the garbage end of the Special Interest Groups, who use them as a tool to disrupt what little Democratic Republic we have left.
My advice to new voters is to make an honest attempt in determining who's REALLY telling you the truth before you put your mark by their name.
Don't vote for anyone who would spend this Great Country into monetary oblivion. Chaos is a weapon on their side and if you watch the news on Fox, they'll explain to you what the outcome will be. Just sayin'.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
SHOULD WE RECOMMEND OUR DEMOCRATIC CONGRESSMEN TAKE A COURSE IN HERMAN CAIN MATH?
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My wife gives me hell because I pay so much attention to Politics these days. She really does have a point from her perspective, no doubt about it. And I'd like to,as well. But I just can't, as long as I can't accept the methods in which the "Seminar" Liberals do their "Fuzzy" math.
I heard a Democratic Congressman being interviewed this morning by Chris Wallace, at which time he said, "By withdrawing all troops from the fields of war that have been fought up til now, we can consider that a savings in our reserves for the future." There is no reserve, stupid!!
The money that was spent up until now was money we never had to save in the first place, for goodness sake!! It was borrowed to begin with. It's not a savings! It needs to be paid back no matter what! It can't be deducted as a "savings" in the future budget that in fact, is actual dollars we'd like to spend on other stuff later on. The budget is going to cost whatever dollars we intend to spend anyway.
He tried to make it look like it could be subtracted from the future budget being planned on.
Also, in an interview on a different subject later on, Juan Williams remarked that there were no Democrats in the Wall St. protesters. I would like to clarify that as well.
There are plenty of "Used to be" Democrats in the Tea Party. There are just no Democrat/Socialists in the Tea Party. And I'm sure the Tea Party people don't want any, either. The Democratic/Socialists and the rest of the "have always been bums" belong to the the so-called "Wall St." protesters. Most of them out there breaking windows and burning cars, are Obama supporters who are hoping for a soft job or a free handout from the next Obama administration. The rest are, and always have been, disillusioned and professional bums, all of which are realizing the fear of Obama not getting re-elected.
Barack Obama is spurring them on because he needs their votes.
He isn't lying to us anymore, but he isn't lying to us any less, either. Just sayin'.
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My wife gives me hell because I pay so much attention to Politics these days. She really does have a point from her perspective, no doubt about it. And I'd like to,as well. But I just can't, as long as I can't accept the methods in which the "Seminar" Liberals do their "Fuzzy" math.
I heard a Democratic Congressman being interviewed this morning by Chris Wallace, at which time he said, "By withdrawing all troops from the fields of war that have been fought up til now, we can consider that a savings in our reserves for the future." There is no reserve, stupid!!
The money that was spent up until now was money we never had to save in the first place, for goodness sake!! It was borrowed to begin with. It's not a savings! It needs to be paid back no matter what! It can't be deducted as a "savings" in the future budget that in fact, is actual dollars we'd like to spend on other stuff later on. The budget is going to cost whatever dollars we intend to spend anyway.
He tried to make it look like it could be subtracted from the future budget being planned on.
Also, in an interview on a different subject later on, Juan Williams remarked that there were no Democrats in the Wall St. protesters. I would like to clarify that as well.
There are plenty of "Used to be" Democrats in the Tea Party. There are just no Democrat/Socialists in the Tea Party. And I'm sure the Tea Party people don't want any, either. The Democratic/Socialists and the rest of the "have always been bums" belong to the the so-called "Wall St." protesters. Most of them out there breaking windows and burning cars, are Obama supporters who are hoping for a soft job or a free handout from the next Obama administration. The rest are, and always have been, disillusioned and professional bums, all of which are realizing the fear of Obama not getting re-elected.
Barack Obama is spurring them on because he needs their votes.
He isn't lying to us anymore, but he isn't lying to us any less, either. Just sayin'.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
DID YOU EVER SEE SEAGULLS HATCH THEIR BABIES? I DID, FIRST HAND
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In 2007, my oldest daughter, Leslie Kim, was diagnosed with Leukemia. She was 47 and had just finished raising her children in a couple of towns in B.C. called Creston, and then later, Vernon, B.C.
It was a disastrous diagnosis, just when she was ready to start enjoying life on her own. She was as close to being a Mother Hen to her family of 3 sons,Evan, Cory and Brandon, as anyone could be expected to.
She had established a career as a Court Clerk and after freeing herself from marriage, was ready for the world, except for what we termed later as a "Bump in the Road".
She was placed in a treatment center on the 14th floor of Vancouver General Hospital which was designated specifically for Cancer treatment and with a view that would be appreciated by all.
As her family and friends traveled from various towns to visit her, I was the closest one travel-wise to be able to visit her as often as I could, since I lived just across the Border from Vancouver, B.C. in Mt. Vernon, Wa.
I tried to visit her every day, in fact.
Her comfortable room had a big, bay window that looked out over an adjoining roof and after about 25 ft., a great view of the city beyond.
One day as I visited her, A male and female pair of Seagulls began building a nest on the far corner of the roof.
A 2 ft. stubwall surrounded the edge so the nest they were meticulously building was pretty well hidden away in the shadow of the wall and from the aerial view of Hawks, Eagles and other predators. The nest of scattered straw was then surrounded by cute little rocks and gravel in a circular pattern around it. The biggest rocks were probably as large as marbles.
Occasionally the male would fly away to return with food to give the hen as she sat on the nest. or to spell her off as she herself foraged for some.
Day by day as I visited, we would recall different, memorable things from the past to talk about as Kim received her treatments, all the while keeping a caring eye on the seagulls' peculiar behavior. To our surprise one day, the hen moved from the nest to reveal 2 eggs that were in the midst of the miracle of hatching. At that point she would not allow the male to go near them, as she guardedly watched the little chicks emerge from their sacred little birth place.
We watched it too! Under the circumstances, it was a beautiful feeling that although one life was in fear of being lost, two little tiny lives were entering the world!
They emerged from their delicate shells ,one right after the other. With their Momma being approximately 2 ft. away and on the opposite side of the rocks, the immediate instinct of the little duffers was to try to make it over the rocks, to where she patiently squatted while she watched.
They insistently tried their darnndest to maneuver to the Hen over those rocks on their wobbly little legs, it was a real tough choir, as they tumbled butts over tea kettle towards their mom. All the while being patiently watched by the Dad.
Finally one by one they struggled until they reached their Mom who, as they snuggled against her, gently lifted her wing to have them disappear as she lowered her wing once again. At that moment, a comforting feeling came over me and I knew in my heart my daughter was going to survive her ordeal, and she did. It turned out that she had the one kind of Leukemia that was considered environmentally related and was termed to be 80 % survivable. It was tremendously good news.
After what seemed as an eternity of days, Kim was released, and eventually allowed to go home. It was everyone's hope the chicks eventually grew up and flew away to a world of their own.
It's a story for me to reminisce over, and I still do. Just sayin'.
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In 2007, my oldest daughter, Leslie Kim, was diagnosed with Leukemia. She was 47 and had just finished raising her children in a couple of towns in B.C. called Creston, and then later, Vernon, B.C.
It was a disastrous diagnosis, just when she was ready to start enjoying life on her own. She was as close to being a Mother Hen to her family of 3 sons,Evan, Cory and Brandon, as anyone could be expected to.
She had established a career as a Court Clerk and after freeing herself from marriage, was ready for the world, except for what we termed later as a "Bump in the Road".
She was placed in a treatment center on the 14th floor of Vancouver General Hospital which was designated specifically for Cancer treatment and with a view that would be appreciated by all.
As her family and friends traveled from various towns to visit her, I was the closest one travel-wise to be able to visit her as often as I could, since I lived just across the Border from Vancouver, B.C. in Mt. Vernon, Wa.
I tried to visit her every day, in fact.
Her comfortable room had a big, bay window that looked out over an adjoining roof and after about 25 ft., a great view of the city beyond.
One day as I visited her, A male and female pair of Seagulls began building a nest on the far corner of the roof.
A 2 ft. stubwall surrounded the edge so the nest they were meticulously building was pretty well hidden away in the shadow of the wall and from the aerial view of Hawks, Eagles and other predators. The nest of scattered straw was then surrounded by cute little rocks and gravel in a circular pattern around it. The biggest rocks were probably as large as marbles.
Occasionally the male would fly away to return with food to give the hen as she sat on the nest. or to spell her off as she herself foraged for some.
Day by day as I visited, we would recall different, memorable things from the past to talk about as Kim received her treatments, all the while keeping a caring eye on the seagulls' peculiar behavior. To our surprise one day, the hen moved from the nest to reveal 2 eggs that were in the midst of the miracle of hatching. At that point she would not allow the male to go near them, as she guardedly watched the little chicks emerge from their sacred little birth place.
We watched it too! Under the circumstances, it was a beautiful feeling that although one life was in fear of being lost, two little tiny lives were entering the world!
They emerged from their delicate shells ,one right after the other. With their Momma being approximately 2 ft. away and on the opposite side of the rocks, the immediate instinct of the little duffers was to try to make it over the rocks, to where she patiently squatted while she watched.
They insistently tried their darnndest to maneuver to the Hen over those rocks on their wobbly little legs, it was a real tough choir, as they tumbled butts over tea kettle towards their mom. All the while being patiently watched by the Dad.
Finally one by one they struggled until they reached their Mom who, as they snuggled against her, gently lifted her wing to have them disappear as she lowered her wing once again. At that moment, a comforting feeling came over me and I knew in my heart my daughter was going to survive her ordeal, and she did. It turned out that she had the one kind of Leukemia that was considered environmentally related and was termed to be 80 % survivable. It was tremendously good news.
After what seemed as an eternity of days, Kim was released, and eventually allowed to go home. It was everyone's hope the chicks eventually grew up and flew away to a world of their own.
It's a story for me to reminisce over, and I still do. Just sayin'.
CANADIAN PENITENTIARY "PADDLE" PUNISHMENT SYSTEM
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Up until as late as 1968, the sentence for a sex offender was sometimes a combination of several strokes of the paddle and a confinement sentence as well. As I recall, the punishment was enough, that many members of the Justice system claimed fewer sex offenses were committed after the paddle was administered.
There were various methods used, depending on the individual Institution. The main purpose, as it was explained to me, was to remind the perpetrator to think twice the next time he decided to pull his pants down.
The procedure was begun by bringing the prisoner into an area with what was referred to as "The Strapping Table". The table was equipped to raise or lower in accordance with the prisoner's height. There were leather retaining straps at the far end of the table and at the sides as well.
The prisoner was first blindfolded and then led over to the table where he was ordered to drop his own trousers. He was instructed to bend over and stretch his arms out towards the far end of the table. He was then strapped firmly to the table by the side straps, and then by legging straps so he was held solidly enough in place, that he couldn't possibly move. His hands and wrists
were then secured by the end straps, tight enough, that no movement was allowed there, either.
The "Strapping" was done by two different methods: manually, or by machine. I don't know if they were given a choice, but I understand that some prisoners who received it more than once said they couldn't define the difference, except to remark that they thought the human way seemed to be sadistically enjoyed far too much by the guy swinging the paddle.
The paddle was constructed such that it was approx. 2 to 2 1/2 ft. long, with the paddle end being 4 inches wide, flat and lined with rows of perforations in it, taking up about 1/2 the length.
Before the punishment started, a doctor would test the recipient's heart with a stethoscope to ensure there was no serious heart problem. Then, the punishment began. The procedure was so painful that only one stroke was given sometimes, and often only once a month. The perforations did lasting damage at times.
The swinging of the paddle was done by one of the burlier prison guards, and he received the rest of the day off and an extra gratuity as well, for his efforts.
The less expensive method was by machine, since it cost no more than just the operation of it.
It was a paddle mounted on a stand, with a strong spring that was cranked back a calculated distance from the prisoner's buttocks, then released.( I wonder if they wore ear plugs???)
The practice was eventually discontinued in 1968 due to it being considered unusually cruel punishment.
After hearing about the Penn. State incident, would you think it is? Just askin'.
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Up until as late as 1968, the sentence for a sex offender was sometimes a combination of several strokes of the paddle and a confinement sentence as well. As I recall, the punishment was enough, that many members of the Justice system claimed fewer sex offenses were committed after the paddle was administered.
There were various methods used, depending on the individual Institution. The main purpose, as it was explained to me, was to remind the perpetrator to think twice the next time he decided to pull his pants down.
The procedure was begun by bringing the prisoner into an area with what was referred to as "The Strapping Table". The table was equipped to raise or lower in accordance with the prisoner's height. There were leather retaining straps at the far end of the table and at the sides as well.
The prisoner was first blindfolded and then led over to the table where he was ordered to drop his own trousers. He was instructed to bend over and stretch his arms out towards the far end of the table. He was then strapped firmly to the table by the side straps, and then by legging straps so he was held solidly enough in place, that he couldn't possibly move. His hands and wrists
were then secured by the end straps, tight enough, that no movement was allowed there, either.
The "Strapping" was done by two different methods: manually, or by machine. I don't know if they were given a choice, but I understand that some prisoners who received it more than once said they couldn't define the difference, except to remark that they thought the human way seemed to be sadistically enjoyed far too much by the guy swinging the paddle.
The paddle was constructed such that it was approx. 2 to 2 1/2 ft. long, with the paddle end being 4 inches wide, flat and lined with rows of perforations in it, taking up about 1/2 the length.
Before the punishment started, a doctor would test the recipient's heart with a stethoscope to ensure there was no serious heart problem. Then, the punishment began. The procedure was so painful that only one stroke was given sometimes, and often only once a month. The perforations did lasting damage at times.
The swinging of the paddle was done by one of the burlier prison guards, and he received the rest of the day off and an extra gratuity as well, for his efforts.
The less expensive method was by machine, since it cost no more than just the operation of it.
It was a paddle mounted on a stand, with a strong spring that was cranked back a calculated distance from the prisoner's buttocks, then released.( I wonder if they wore ear plugs???)
The practice was eventually discontinued in 1968 due to it being considered unusually cruel punishment.
After hearing about the Penn. State incident, would you think it is? Just askin'.
Friday, November 11, 2011
THE CANADA OIL SANDS PIPELINE SUPPLY TO THE U.S.- ANOTHER EPA CREATED NIGHTMARE.
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Canada has a tentative agreement to supply oil to the main Continent of the U.S.from the oil sands in Canada, by way of a pipeline from the Northern border to the Southern border of Mexico. A quick,long term step on the way to energy independence for the two countries. The EPA is holding up the whole affair by standing firmly in the way. They, in fact control the President right now, since he needs their votes to fulfill his quest for a 2nd term. That's why he has delayed his decision to permit the pipeline until after 2012 and the election. He's their puppet!
China has made a bid to Canada for the same oil. China is speeding up it's quest to buy all of the oil reserves that are available in the world, not only when it's supplied to them, but before it ever leaves the ground.
This would eventually permit China to control all of the oil and gas supplies in the entire world aside from OPEC. By that time, China might not give them a choice either.
Canada needs to start producing the oil as quickly as possible and would like to sell it to their neighbors rather than China. They need to stimulate their economy too. but they aren't so neighborly as to let there own coffers be empty when they can get a commitment and immediate cash from China.
Although the EPA knows all this, for the sake of the (!@#$%^&) environment, they intend to delay, without compromise, the pipeline being constructed.
Tens of thousands of jobs would be created by the project. Oil prices in the U.S. would become more stabilized. If it doesn't happen, we as a result, will still be handcuffed by OPEC to purchase their high priced oil!
Let's not kid ourselves, here! The intent of the EPA and all it's political allies, is to force this country into having no choice but to turn to alternative energy, and that's realistically not financially achievable considering the circumstances we are all in right now. Except for the employees with the EPA.
You see, they have managed to place themselves in a position of such importance right now, that they are indestructible, irremovable and irreplaceable. As a result, uncompromisable.
As I pointed out in a previous blog, they totally refuse to compromise. This Country is on the brink of economic disaster, AND THEY DON'T CARE!!!!
Even though the unions, who would desperately like to put their members to work are requesting them to allow this, THEY DON'T CARE!!!
Yesterday, The Canadian Energy Secretary announced they have begun talks with China and definitely will commit their oil to them, if the EPA doesn't very soon agree to the pipeline.
The Federal Gov.t needs to temporarily suspend the abusive powers of the EPA, and let this take place. Where on earth did the backbone disappear to when it comes to the EPA?
It's time we told them what they CAN'T do at a crucial time like this. Just sayin'.
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Canada has a tentative agreement to supply oil to the main Continent of the U.S.from the oil sands in Canada, by way of a pipeline from the Northern border to the Southern border of Mexico. A quick,long term step on the way to energy independence for the two countries. The EPA is holding up the whole affair by standing firmly in the way. They, in fact control the President right now, since he needs their votes to fulfill his quest for a 2nd term. That's why he has delayed his decision to permit the pipeline until after 2012 and the election. He's their puppet!
China has made a bid to Canada for the same oil. China is speeding up it's quest to buy all of the oil reserves that are available in the world, not only when it's supplied to them, but before it ever leaves the ground.
This would eventually permit China to control all of the oil and gas supplies in the entire world aside from OPEC. By that time, China might not give them a choice either.
Canada needs to start producing the oil as quickly as possible and would like to sell it to their neighbors rather than China. They need to stimulate their economy too. but they aren't so neighborly as to let there own coffers be empty when they can get a commitment and immediate cash from China.
Although the EPA knows all this, for the sake of the (!@#$%^&) environment, they intend to delay, without compromise, the pipeline being constructed.
Tens of thousands of jobs would be created by the project. Oil prices in the U.S. would become more stabilized. If it doesn't happen, we as a result, will still be handcuffed by OPEC to purchase their high priced oil!
Let's not kid ourselves, here! The intent of the EPA and all it's political allies, is to force this country into having no choice but to turn to alternative energy, and that's realistically not financially achievable considering the circumstances we are all in right now. Except for the employees with the EPA.
You see, they have managed to place themselves in a position of such importance right now, that they are indestructible, irremovable and irreplaceable. As a result, uncompromisable.
As I pointed out in a previous blog, they totally refuse to compromise. This Country is on the brink of economic disaster, AND THEY DON'T CARE!!!!
Even though the unions, who would desperately like to put their members to work are requesting them to allow this, THEY DON'T CARE!!!
Yesterday, The Canadian Energy Secretary announced they have begun talks with China and definitely will commit their oil to them, if the EPA doesn't very soon agree to the pipeline.
The Federal Gov.t needs to temporarily suspend the abusive powers of the EPA, and let this take place. Where on earth did the backbone disappear to when it comes to the EPA?
It's time we told them what they CAN'T do at a crucial time like this. Just sayin'.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
RATIONING OF AMERICAN CARS DURING WW2 1942----1946. AND WHAT"S HAPPENED SINCE.
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No American or Canadian cars were produced between 1942 and 1946. Here's why;
On Jan. 1st,1942, while I was still 5 years old, both the U.S. and Canada were fully embroiled in WW2 and metals of any kind were in high demand because of it. This resulted in a rationing system that included basic staples such as butter, sugar and several other commodities that we, as Americans and Canadians, had been taking for granted. Car production of any sort, was halted due to the demand for production of military armor and transportation vehicles. It kept the transportation industry plenty busy producing the equipment so desperately needed for the war effort.
After the "freeze" was established on car production, The manufacturers were only allowed to produce vehicles for military, Gov't and certain other war related Agencies. They were given access to the "stockpile" the car companies were allowed to keep producing.
The toy manufacturers also became involved, in the respect of being able to convert their toy producing methods into weapons production in the matter of one day in some cases. I understand they played a large roll in the manufacturing of war related goods because of their ability to do this.
A little known fact was the retention of salvaged "points" that were commonly used in ignitions for gas engine vehicles. By law they had to be saved for the Tungsten ingredient that was so badly needed in the war effort.
The most popular vehicle for passenger use, was the 1941 Plymouth P-11, 4 door Sedan. It was widely used by the Military for general transport throughout the war years. It came with an 87 hp, 6 cylinder engine and a 3 speed, low ratio, manual transmission. Being a four door, it also had the "suicide" back doors. They had a tendency to be dangerous, because if they were opened while travelling, the wind would slam them wide open and create a suction strong enough to pull a smaller person out.
I remember getting a ride in one of those and someone slamming the door on my fingers, "OUCH".
Chrysler did well during the war years with that car, and the gazillion Jeeps they produced as well.
The "Big Three", which Chrysler, General motors and Ford became known as, thrived in the years following WW2. Production of civilian vehicles started again in 1946.
Greedy for profits though, they began outsourcing many parts to be made cheaper somewhere other than the North American continent. Their profits increased but the quality and longevity of those parts went down,causing an increased repair cost to the consumer. But who really cares about the consumer?? The people who converted to the Japanese vehicles that arrived in 1958, that's who!!
Toyota and Nissan stepped up to the plate and what's more, the longevity of their parts were much superior. I don't see where there's going to be much improvement in the near future, either. Sure, the "Big Three" are displaying all the latest in technology, but who's going to be able to afford to replace the components once the warrantees expire? What's that you say?? OH!!! China to the rescue. I got it!!
Just sayin'.
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No American or Canadian cars were produced between 1942 and 1946. Here's why;
On Jan. 1st,1942, while I was still 5 years old, both the U.S. and Canada were fully embroiled in WW2 and metals of any kind were in high demand because of it. This resulted in a rationing system that included basic staples such as butter, sugar and several other commodities that we, as Americans and Canadians, had been taking for granted. Car production of any sort, was halted due to the demand for production of military armor and transportation vehicles. It kept the transportation industry plenty busy producing the equipment so desperately needed for the war effort.
After the "freeze" was established on car production, The manufacturers were only allowed to produce vehicles for military, Gov't and certain other war related Agencies. They were given access to the "stockpile" the car companies were allowed to keep producing.
The toy manufacturers also became involved, in the respect of being able to convert their toy producing methods into weapons production in the matter of one day in some cases. I understand they played a large roll in the manufacturing of war related goods because of their ability to do this.
A little known fact was the retention of salvaged "points" that were commonly used in ignitions for gas engine vehicles. By law they had to be saved for the Tungsten ingredient that was so badly needed in the war effort.
The most popular vehicle for passenger use, was the 1941 Plymouth P-11, 4 door Sedan. It was widely used by the Military for general transport throughout the war years. It came with an 87 hp, 6 cylinder engine and a 3 speed, low ratio, manual transmission. Being a four door, it also had the "suicide" back doors. They had a tendency to be dangerous, because if they were opened while travelling, the wind would slam them wide open and create a suction strong enough to pull a smaller person out.
I remember getting a ride in one of those and someone slamming the door on my fingers, "OUCH".
Chrysler did well during the war years with that car, and the gazillion Jeeps they produced as well.
The "Big Three", which Chrysler, General motors and Ford became known as, thrived in the years following WW2. Production of civilian vehicles started again in 1946.
Greedy for profits though, they began outsourcing many parts to be made cheaper somewhere other than the North American continent. Their profits increased but the quality and longevity of those parts went down,causing an increased repair cost to the consumer. But who really cares about the consumer?? The people who converted to the Japanese vehicles that arrived in 1958, that's who!!
Toyota and Nissan stepped up to the plate and what's more, the longevity of their parts were much superior. I don't see where there's going to be much improvement in the near future, either. Sure, the "Big Three" are displaying all the latest in technology, but who's going to be able to afford to replace the components once the warrantees expire? What's that you say?? OH!!! China to the rescue. I got it!!
Just sayin'.
Monday, November 7, 2011
A HUMMINGBIRD SHORT STORY.
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In 1955, I was working with a survey crew in B.C. for the Dept. of highways. It involved highway construction along Moyie Lake, approx. 20 miles south of the small city of Cranbrook. We were rebuilding a stretch of highway that required fill material to be placed partially into the lake due to the opposite side of the road being very steep and mountainous, with little or no room for expansion.
Before this could take place we had to know just how much crushed, or blasted rock would be needed. That mean't of course, taking soundings quite a ways out from shore, at right angles to the road.
This amounted to the use of a small skiff to get us out far enough to drop a measuring chain into the areas where the fill material was to be placed.
At this particular part of the lake, the width of the body of water was several miles across.
In the midst of taking the soundings, I noticed a beautiful,multicolored humming bird floating on it's back and desperately trying to flap it's wings. It was within arms reach, and I gently slipped my hand into the water and lifted the little creature out. It lay on it's back for a short while in the palm of my hand, as though it was resting before attempting to fly away.
To my surprise it suddenly fluttered furiously, all the while on it's back. It slowed down, then stopped entirely. Unfortunately it passed away right then.
I didn't know why it died, but I at least thought I would take it ashore where it would want to be. I rowed to shore and laid it gently on the soft ground. Then I went back to finish my work.
Over many years, I reflected back to the that little bird, with the wonder in mind as to why it passed away like it did. Then one evening recently, I was watching a National Geographic documentary on different types of birds. One section was about Hummingbirds, and the way they achieved their flight. It explained how hard they had to flap their wings to stay in the air. Because of their build and the shortness of their wings, it requires an enormous amount of energy to stay in flight. As a result, they need to absorb food nectar almost continually. They cannot fly for an extended length of time over a large body of water. The story is still sad to me but at least I know the reason the little critter didn't make it home.
I wonder. Is there possibly a lesson to be learned here? If there is, I knew a little hummingbird who would be pleased to know he or she didn't die in vain. Just sayin'.
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In 1955, I was working with a survey crew in B.C. for the Dept. of highways. It involved highway construction along Moyie Lake, approx. 20 miles south of the small city of Cranbrook. We were rebuilding a stretch of highway that required fill material to be placed partially into the lake due to the opposite side of the road being very steep and mountainous, with little or no room for expansion.
Before this could take place we had to know just how much crushed, or blasted rock would be needed. That mean't of course, taking soundings quite a ways out from shore, at right angles to the road.
This amounted to the use of a small skiff to get us out far enough to drop a measuring chain into the areas where the fill material was to be placed.
At this particular part of the lake, the width of the body of water was several miles across.
In the midst of taking the soundings, I noticed a beautiful,multicolored humming bird floating on it's back and desperately trying to flap it's wings. It was within arms reach, and I gently slipped my hand into the water and lifted the little creature out. It lay on it's back for a short while in the palm of my hand, as though it was resting before attempting to fly away.
To my surprise it suddenly fluttered furiously, all the while on it's back. It slowed down, then stopped entirely. Unfortunately it passed away right then.
I didn't know why it died, but I at least thought I would take it ashore where it would want to be. I rowed to shore and laid it gently on the soft ground. Then I went back to finish my work.
Over many years, I reflected back to the that little bird, with the wonder in mind as to why it passed away like it did. Then one evening recently, I was watching a National Geographic documentary on different types of birds. One section was about Hummingbirds, and the way they achieved their flight. It explained how hard they had to flap their wings to stay in the air. Because of their build and the shortness of their wings, it requires an enormous amount of energy to stay in flight. As a result, they need to absorb food nectar almost continually. They cannot fly for an extended length of time over a large body of water. The story is still sad to me but at least I know the reason the little critter didn't make it home.
I wonder. Is there possibly a lesson to be learned here? If there is, I knew a little hummingbird who would be pleased to know he or she didn't die in vain. Just sayin'.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
THE CZARS OF OBAMA-SOMEONE TO TAKE THE HEAT, BUT NOT HIM.
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I have studied the actions of people all my life. Not necessarily because I want to, but simply because I'm compelled to! I don't know if I can explain it properly, but it might be by learning from some of my own imperfections.
Of course, if you let the Main Media have their way, Barack Obama doesn't have any,or so it seems.
Here's how I think he does it, thank goodness for "Fox News."
First of all, He's not an American as we see normal, everyday Americans. As a child, he was raised by white grandparents in Indonesia. They had a missionary purpose but yet allowed him to be raised a Muslim. Anything wrong with that picture so far? Eventually the family moved back to the U.S. where he claims to have converted to Christianity. But a weird kind. A kind that, led by the black Reverend Wright, preaches hatred towards the Whites and Jews of this United States of America. Faithfully, Barack listened to his volatile preachings of reverse racism. 25 years of it, whose latest proclamation was,"Not God Bless America, God Damn America."
Our President is definitely NOT a normal Ameican. He never, ever left his Muslim faith!
He knows what his own intentions and policies are, but he knows they are not part of the the Capitalistic American way we're all used to. He understands the methods in which we ran this country up until now. He knows how the Constitution works and what it means. He knows the laws of this Country that are based on the Constitution and Bill of Rights, because after all, he graduated from the University of Chicago plus a few other Ultra Liberal Universities, as a Magna Cum Laude. ("Man of great Praise") Truly an achievement to be proud of, normally. It can also be looked at by the folks determining the recipient of this honor, that if you're one of these, if you're not only smart, but express agreement with their philosophies of life, you're a winner. The Nobel Peace Prize Organization is a great example of this. If you're not in line with their European,Socialist way of thinking, YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET ONE, BUDDY!! In the case of the University of Chicago, the philosophies they teach lean toward Socialism and yes, even Communism. If you,re one of those, you just might get one. By the way, Obama got one!
Van Jones, an appointed Czar and close friend of Obama's and also a graduate of the University of Chicago, an avowed and admitted member of several communist organizations, is a great example of Obama's close, personal friends. But not to get away from my main point, here.
Obama has a technique commonly known as "Deflect the Blame". He surrounds himself with people who believe in his philosophy, are dedicated to his cause, and are willing to be labelled "Suicide Blunderers", when caught in their subversive actions. They are dedicated to this man to the point they will go down in flames, rather than place the blame on him. Don't kid yourself about these people!
Can anybody tell me what's "Apple pie" about this guy?
Barack Obama is a Sociopath with a mission, and he knows exactly what they're doing in every faucet of his Administration. But he has developed a "Teflon" coating to cover himself with, so he can micromanage what's happening from the safety of Air Force One, so to speak, and let his loyal Subordinates take the heat when something goes wrong, Such as "Solyndra", "Fast and Furious" and many more screw ups to come. They all say he didn't know, when I believe he inspired his loyal Regime to direct these deeds, but with the understanding that they do not implicate him. Eric Holder, for example. The Att. General of the United States, claims that Obama knew nothing about the "Fast and Furious " scandal. (The secret selling of thousands of automatic weapons to the Mexico Drug Cartel, of which two were used by them to kill 2 border Agents two months ago.)
He's wearing his "Magna Cum Laude" badge of honor in a most bizarre and misguided way to achieve his goal of becoming leader of the New World Order just as George H. Bush predicted he might if he played his cards right.
No honest, God loving person should be following or defending this man.
His following consists of people who are either athiests, (Marxists), misinformed or misguided victims of wrong information. And there's nothing worse than a misguided Christian! Just sayin'.
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I have studied the actions of people all my life. Not necessarily because I want to, but simply because I'm compelled to! I don't know if I can explain it properly, but it might be by learning from some of my own imperfections.
Of course, if you let the Main Media have their way, Barack Obama doesn't have any,or so it seems.
Here's how I think he does it, thank goodness for "Fox News."
First of all, He's not an American as we see normal, everyday Americans. As a child, he was raised by white grandparents in Indonesia. They had a missionary purpose but yet allowed him to be raised a Muslim. Anything wrong with that picture so far? Eventually the family moved back to the U.S. where he claims to have converted to Christianity. But a weird kind. A kind that, led by the black Reverend Wright, preaches hatred towards the Whites and Jews of this United States of America. Faithfully, Barack listened to his volatile preachings of reverse racism. 25 years of it, whose latest proclamation was,"Not God Bless America, God Damn America."
Our President is definitely NOT a normal Ameican. He never, ever left his Muslim faith!
He knows what his own intentions and policies are, but he knows they are not part of the the Capitalistic American way we're all used to. He understands the methods in which we ran this country up until now. He knows how the Constitution works and what it means. He knows the laws of this Country that are based on the Constitution and Bill of Rights, because after all, he graduated from the University of Chicago plus a few other Ultra Liberal Universities, as a Magna Cum Laude. ("Man of great Praise") Truly an achievement to be proud of, normally. It can also be looked at by the folks determining the recipient of this honor, that if you're one of these, if you're not only smart, but express agreement with their philosophies of life, you're a winner. The Nobel Peace Prize Organization is a great example of this. If you're not in line with their European,Socialist way of thinking, YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET ONE, BUDDY!! In the case of the University of Chicago, the philosophies they teach lean toward Socialism and yes, even Communism. If you,re one of those, you just might get one. By the way, Obama got one!
Van Jones, an appointed Czar and close friend of Obama's and also a graduate of the University of Chicago, an avowed and admitted member of several communist organizations, is a great example of Obama's close, personal friends. But not to get away from my main point, here.
Obama has a technique commonly known as "Deflect the Blame". He surrounds himself with people who believe in his philosophy, are dedicated to his cause, and are willing to be labelled "Suicide Blunderers", when caught in their subversive actions. They are dedicated to this man to the point they will go down in flames, rather than place the blame on him. Don't kid yourself about these people!
Can anybody tell me what's "Apple pie" about this guy?
Barack Obama is a Sociopath with a mission, and he knows exactly what they're doing in every faucet of his Administration. But he has developed a "Teflon" coating to cover himself with, so he can micromanage what's happening from the safety of Air Force One, so to speak, and let his loyal Subordinates take the heat when something goes wrong, Such as "Solyndra", "Fast and Furious" and many more screw ups to come. They all say he didn't know, when I believe he inspired his loyal Regime to direct these deeds, but with the understanding that they do not implicate him. Eric Holder, for example. The Att. General of the United States, claims that Obama knew nothing about the "Fast and Furious " scandal. (The secret selling of thousands of automatic weapons to the Mexico Drug Cartel, of which two were used by them to kill 2 border Agents two months ago.)
He's wearing his "Magna Cum Laude" badge of honor in a most bizarre and misguided way to achieve his goal of becoming leader of the New World Order just as George H. Bush predicted he might if he played his cards right.
No honest, God loving person should be following or defending this man.
His following consists of people who are either athiests, (Marxists), misinformed or misguided victims of wrong information. And there's nothing worse than a misguided Christian! Just sayin'.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
A TRAUMATIC STORY ABOUT A HAPPENING WHILE I WAS A CHILD.
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When I was eight years old, things were a whole lot different in my home town of Fernie, B.C. Canada than they are today. This event took place during the ration book era of World war 2.
It was 1944, and Canada was deeply embedded in the war. We weren't even really out of the Great Depression because of the demand that was made on the Nation to supply it's troops overseas with food and supplies needed to repel the enemy onslaught on our Allies in Europe.
Canada hadn't even begun to feel the benefits of prosperity due to that added demand.
The good thing about it was the coal mines were operating around the clock, 24 hrs. a day, 7 days a week to supply the coal demanded to produce the byproducts needed to fight the war.
We still had to keep the home fires burning with the coal fired stoves and furnaces.
The coke ovens were also going full steam to bake the coke (carbon) required for the strengthening and production of steel.
It was an era when Canada refined their own raw materials and provided finished products to the rest of the world in need. That's not the case today unfortunately, for the United States or Canada.
Instead of reaping the profits from all those finished products as we used to, the raw materials are principally shipped to other countries, bypassing the chances of any profits or employment to be created here in North America.
At the present, these nations have no production employment to go back to even when things do get better in the world. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out.
But back to those days in 1944, it was the era also of ration books for sugar,butter and a lot of necessary staples required to get by on.
Whenever our mother sent us to the store for groceries, the ration books would almost certainly be needed to go along too.
Our main general store was a large building in those day's standards called Trites Woods Co.
The grocery dept. was the busiest and most popular part where the operation by both employees and customers were totally different from the way they are now, in a small town at least.
when we entered the store the first thing we did was walk over to the counter with the list and hand it to the clerk behind the counter. Kind of like you see in the old western movies. We would then be expected to wait while the grocer would travel quickly around the store, gathering the stuff on the list.
It was usually a case of where there were 2 or 3 clerks travelling around, waiting on different customers.
I had noticed several times before when customers ahead of me were waiting for their clerk, they would reach over to the gum rack standing next to the counter, grab a package or two, and place them on the counter along with their other gathered goods. It was happening in front of me this day as well, so since my mother told me I could have a package of gum for running the errand, I decided to follow suit.
Unaware of anyone standing behind me, I reached for the gum and chose one. Before I could even reach to place it on the counter a large hand reached over my shoulder and grabbed my wrist! I realized it was the meat cutter from a different part of the store. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded. Before I could answer, he continued. "You were going to steal the gum, weren't you??" All the while he kept squeezing my wrist. I wasn't given the chance to respond as he continued scolding me and threatening to call the police.
Finally another loud voice hollered "Let go of him NOW!!" There stood a big man named Rollie Crisaffio, a friend of our family's. He looked even bigger in his Army uniform. He had just gotten back from overseas and was home on leave. The meat cutter immediately let go. At that point, the clerk, who also knew my family, arrived back to defend me by assuring the meat-cutter I wouldn't be stealing anything.
I remember crying on the way home while chewing the gum that Rollie bought me, as well as giving me a quarter. What a hero he was to me!!
The meat cutter, whom I won't name, eventually was fired some years later for stealing meat from the same company. It takes a while sometimes, but I firmly believe "What goes around comes around."
Just sayin'.
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When I was eight years old, things were a whole lot different in my home town of Fernie, B.C. Canada than they are today. This event took place during the ration book era of World war 2.
It was 1944, and Canada was deeply embedded in the war. We weren't even really out of the Great Depression because of the demand that was made on the Nation to supply it's troops overseas with food and supplies needed to repel the enemy onslaught on our Allies in Europe.
Canada hadn't even begun to feel the benefits of prosperity due to that added demand.
The good thing about it was the coal mines were operating around the clock, 24 hrs. a day, 7 days a week to supply the coal demanded to produce the byproducts needed to fight the war.
We still had to keep the home fires burning with the coal fired stoves and furnaces.
The coke ovens were also going full steam to bake the coke (carbon) required for the strengthening and production of steel.
It was an era when Canada refined their own raw materials and provided finished products to the rest of the world in need. That's not the case today unfortunately, for the United States or Canada.
Instead of reaping the profits from all those finished products as we used to, the raw materials are principally shipped to other countries, bypassing the chances of any profits or employment to be created here in North America.
At the present, these nations have no production employment to go back to even when things do get better in the world. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out.
But back to those days in 1944, it was the era also of ration books for sugar,butter and a lot of necessary staples required to get by on.
Whenever our mother sent us to the store for groceries, the ration books would almost certainly be needed to go along too.
Our main general store was a large building in those day's standards called Trites Woods Co.
The grocery dept. was the busiest and most popular part where the operation by both employees and customers were totally different from the way they are now, in a small town at least.
when we entered the store the first thing we did was walk over to the counter with the list and hand it to the clerk behind the counter. Kind of like you see in the old western movies. We would then be expected to wait while the grocer would travel quickly around the store, gathering the stuff on the list.
It was usually a case of where there were 2 or 3 clerks travelling around, waiting on different customers.
I had noticed several times before when customers ahead of me were waiting for their clerk, they would reach over to the gum rack standing next to the counter, grab a package or two, and place them on the counter along with their other gathered goods. It was happening in front of me this day as well, so since my mother told me I could have a package of gum for running the errand, I decided to follow suit.
Unaware of anyone standing behind me, I reached for the gum and chose one. Before I could even reach to place it on the counter a large hand reached over my shoulder and grabbed my wrist! I realized it was the meat cutter from a different part of the store. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded. Before I could answer, he continued. "You were going to steal the gum, weren't you??" All the while he kept squeezing my wrist. I wasn't given the chance to respond as he continued scolding me and threatening to call the police.
Finally another loud voice hollered "Let go of him NOW!!" There stood a big man named Rollie Crisaffio, a friend of our family's. He looked even bigger in his Army uniform. He had just gotten back from overseas and was home on leave. The meat cutter immediately let go. At that point, the clerk, who also knew my family, arrived back to defend me by assuring the meat-cutter I wouldn't be stealing anything.
I remember crying on the way home while chewing the gum that Rollie bought me, as well as giving me a quarter. What a hero he was to me!!
The meat cutter, whom I won't name, eventually was fired some years later for stealing meat from the same company. It takes a while sometimes, but I firmly believe "What goes around comes around."
Just sayin'.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
WHY SHOULDN'T HERMAN CAIN SHOW A MAN SMOKING ON T.V.?
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There's a gigantic attempt to discredit Herman Cain for his Ad on T.V., showing his campaign manager taking a puff of his cigarette. Are you kidding me ??? For goodness sake!!
What's the difference between appealing to the smokers out there watching it and seeing someone outside the door of a business smoking a cigarette on any street at any time? Pick your time and street, they're there.
One out of five people in the U.S. smokes. Would you be keeping it a deep dark secret by not smoking on T.V? You watch a movie series of any kind almost, and they're puffing on a cigarette!
It's the nasty part of having the freedom as a Capitalist, a Communist, a Liberal Socialist or a religious person to smoke tobacco. The Gov't allows it, regardless of political beliefs. The Gov'ts make hundreds of billions of dollars from the taxes derived from smoking. Do you really think those taxes are a "Sin" tax as they claim? Don't kid yourself, their bottom line is money!! Just ask any politician who smokes. In between puffs, he or she will likely admit it. If they don't, do not re-elect that person!
IT'S NO SECRET!!! It's not a sin. It's simply an ad to tell people who do smoke to vote for a man who's willing to represent them as fairly as anyone who doesn't.
It does something else. It brings to the american people the realization of how hypocritical the biased folks are that criticize the ad. And boy, look around anywhere and you'll be seeing a hypocrite or listening to one. What a great ad! Hypocrisy is far worse in the regard that smoking principally harms no one but the smoker. Hypocrisy hurts us all. Its far more deadly. Look what Barney Frank puffs on!
You really set them up that time, Herman. Good for you and if you make it to the finish line with your complete honesty to everyone who smokes or doesn't smoke, and I'm not a smoker, you'll have my vote. Just don't allow yourself to be sucked in by the pundits you're talking to. Their bottom line is money they get paid for attracting the viewers, and they'll set you up to throw you under the bus as well. Few have much of a conscience when it comes to their livelihood.
It won't hurt your ratings when you ignore requests for interviews by some of them, either. We, as followers of your beliefs, understand their political ploys and will know why you say "No". Also, be vocal to them as to why you say "no". Their hidden agendas should never be allowed to remain that way. Just sayin'.
read my blogs http:/macgeo1234.blogspot.com
There's a gigantic attempt to discredit Herman Cain for his Ad on T.V., showing his campaign manager taking a puff of his cigarette. Are you kidding me ??? For goodness sake!!
What's the difference between appealing to the smokers out there watching it and seeing someone outside the door of a business smoking a cigarette on any street at any time? Pick your time and street, they're there.
One out of five people in the U.S. smokes. Would you be keeping it a deep dark secret by not smoking on T.V? You watch a movie series of any kind almost, and they're puffing on a cigarette!
It's the nasty part of having the freedom as a Capitalist, a Communist, a Liberal Socialist or a religious person to smoke tobacco. The Gov't allows it, regardless of political beliefs. The Gov'ts make hundreds of billions of dollars from the taxes derived from smoking. Do you really think those taxes are a "Sin" tax as they claim? Don't kid yourself, their bottom line is money!! Just ask any politician who smokes. In between puffs, he or she will likely admit it. If they don't, do not re-elect that person!
IT'S NO SECRET!!! It's not a sin. It's simply an ad to tell people who do smoke to vote for a man who's willing to represent them as fairly as anyone who doesn't.
It does something else. It brings to the american people the realization of how hypocritical the biased folks are that criticize the ad. And boy, look around anywhere and you'll be seeing a hypocrite or listening to one. What a great ad! Hypocrisy is far worse in the regard that smoking principally harms no one but the smoker. Hypocrisy hurts us all. Its far more deadly. Look what Barney Frank puffs on!
You really set them up that time, Herman. Good for you and if you make it to the finish line with your complete honesty to everyone who smokes or doesn't smoke, and I'm not a smoker, you'll have my vote. Just don't allow yourself to be sucked in by the pundits you're talking to. Their bottom line is money they get paid for attracting the viewers, and they'll set you up to throw you under the bus as well. Few have much of a conscience when it comes to their livelihood.
It won't hurt your ratings when you ignore requests for interviews by some of them, either. We, as followers of your beliefs, understand their political ploys and will know why you say "No". Also, be vocal to them as to why you say "no". Their hidden agendas should never be allowed to remain that way. Just sayin'.
NO GOOD DEEDS GO UNPUNISHED SOMETIMES IT SEEMS.
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Sub titled "Handyman's Lament." read my blogs http:/macgeo1234.blogspot.com
In one case, I was called by an elderly couple in their eighties who lived some 20 miles out of Mt. Vernon in a rural area, complaining they had plumbing leaks throughout their home. Being considered elderly myself, I tend to give other older folks a break on my charges, knowing they are probably on a fixed income. Such was the case here.
On a job like this one, I charge a fee for travelling time past 10 miles from my town. I explained this to the lady and also told her my hourly fee was $45.00 per hr. from the time I arrived at their home. It's normally less if it's in the city of Mt. Vernon. She readily accepted my terms, and because it was a serious plumbing leak, I postponed another scheduled job so I could get to it right away. ( We all know how much damage can occur from a water leak. (Which reminds me, I need more diapers!)
I arrived there to be greeted by a sweet old lady and her husband and she proceeded to show me the plumbing leaks. Virtually every source of water in their home had leaks of one kind or another so I proceeded to repair them one at a time. There were some defective parts, but a lot of them were loose connections and washers, a couple of replaced taps which I always carried just in case, and I completed the repairs in three and a half hours. It would have amounted to $157.50. plus $40.00 trip charge from and to Mt Vernon. Totaling $197.50 + $16.20 tax=$213.70. I threw out the cost of parts.
They had treated me like Royalty by pouring me a cup of coffee and offering a 2nd cup .
Then the inevitable question was asked,"How much do we owe you?"
After calculating the cost of what it normally would have been, I told them it was #213.70 but since they were so nice to me through all that, I reduced it to a flat $100.00 plus tax because of their age. She smiled, then laughed gleefully and wrote the check. I wondered about the humor as I drove away. I barely got home when the phone rang and I answered it promptly. It was her. She announced to me that all the plumbing was leaking again so she was cancelling the check. I knew it wasn't true since I know my work is better than that. It flashed through my mind to tell her she was next door to God anyway, so he'd probably fix the leaks and handle the expense part . I didn't though. Being mean back wouldn't have proven anything. I just told her to call some one more competent than I and hung up the phone. The check went into file #13 for future reference.
Imagine how high my price would be if I had to have malpractice Insurance. Tort reform I say!!
Just sayin'
Sub titled "Handyman's Lament." read my blogs http:/macgeo1234.blogspot.com
In one case, I was called by an elderly couple in their eighties who lived some 20 miles out of Mt. Vernon in a rural area, complaining they had plumbing leaks throughout their home. Being considered elderly myself, I tend to give other older folks a break on my charges, knowing they are probably on a fixed income. Such was the case here.
On a job like this one, I charge a fee for travelling time past 10 miles from my town. I explained this to the lady and also told her my hourly fee was $45.00 per hr. from the time I arrived at their home. It's normally less if it's in the city of Mt. Vernon. She readily accepted my terms, and because it was a serious plumbing leak, I postponed another scheduled job so I could get to it right away. ( We all know how much damage can occur from a water leak. (Which reminds me, I need more diapers!)
I arrived there to be greeted by a sweet old lady and her husband and she proceeded to show me the plumbing leaks. Virtually every source of water in their home had leaks of one kind or another so I proceeded to repair them one at a time. There were some defective parts, but a lot of them were loose connections and washers, a couple of replaced taps which I always carried just in case, and I completed the repairs in three and a half hours. It would have amounted to $157.50. plus $40.00 trip charge from and to Mt Vernon. Totaling $197.50 + $16.20 tax=$213.70. I threw out the cost of parts.
They had treated me like Royalty by pouring me a cup of coffee and offering a 2nd cup .
Then the inevitable question was asked,"How much do we owe you?"
After calculating the cost of what it normally would have been, I told them it was #213.70 but since they were so nice to me through all that, I reduced it to a flat $100.00 plus tax because of their age. She smiled, then laughed gleefully and wrote the check. I wondered about the humor as I drove away. I barely got home when the phone rang and I answered it promptly. It was her. She announced to me that all the plumbing was leaking again so she was cancelling the check. I knew it wasn't true since I know my work is better than that. It flashed through my mind to tell her she was next door to God anyway, so he'd probably fix the leaks and handle the expense part . I didn't though. Being mean back wouldn't have proven anything. I just told her to call some one more competent than I and hung up the phone. The check went into file #13 for future reference.
Imagine how high my price would be if I had to have malpractice Insurance. Tort reform I say!!
Just sayin'
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