Sunday, December 30, 2012

San Antonio Shooting - Missed by the Media



On Sunday December 17, 2012, 2 days after the Conneticut shooting, a man went to a restaurant in San Antonio to kill his ex-girlfriend. After he shot her, most of the people in the restaurant fled next door to a theater. The gunman followed them and entered the theater so he could shoot more people. He started shooting and people in the theater started running and screaming. It’s like the Aurora, Colorada theater story plus a restaurant!

Are you wondering why this isn’t a lead story in the national media along with the school shooting?

There was an off duty county deputy at the theater. She pulled out her gun and shot the man 4 times before he had a chance to kill anyone. So since this story makes the point that the best thing to stop a bad person with a gun is a good person with a gun, the media is treating it like it never happened.

Only the local media covered it. The city is giving her a medal next week.

Just thought you’d like to know.

I remain disgusted with the media’s deliberate attempt to whitewash news while at the same time creating their own narrative for whatever sinister reasons

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Donkey in a Hole


One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.


He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

MORAL :

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happens.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less from people but more from yourself.

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or pass this along.

Catching Wild Pigs




There was a chemistry professor in a large college that had some exchange students in the class.

One day while the class was in the lab, the professor noticed one young man, an exchange student, who kept rubbing his back and stretching as if his back hurt. The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student told him he had a bullet lodged in his back. He had been shot while fighting communists in his native country who were trying to overthrow his country's government and install a new communist regime.



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In the midst of his story, he looked at the professor and asked a strange question.

"Do you know how to catch wild pigs?"

The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the punch line.


The young man said that it was no joke. "You catch wild pigs by finding a suitable place in the woods and putting corn on the ground. The pigs find it and begin to come every day to eat the free corn.

"When they are used to coming every day, you put a fence down one side of the place where they are used to coming. When they get used to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you put up another side of the fence. "They get used to that and start to eat again. You continue until you have all four sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side. "The pigs, which are used to the free corn, start to come through the gate to eat that free corn again. You then slam the gate on them and catch the whole herd. Suddenly the wild pigs have lost their freedom. They run around and around inside the fence, but they are caught. Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They are so used to it that they have forgotten how to forage in the woods for themselves, so they accept their captivity."


The young man then told the professor that is exactly what he sees happening in America.

The government keeps pushing us toward Communism/Socialism and keeps spreading the free corn out in the form of programs such as supplemental income, tax credit for unearned income, tax exemptions, tobacco subsidies, dairy subsidies, payments not to plant crops (CRP), welfare, medicine, drugs, etc., while we continually lose our freedoms, just a little at a time.



One should always remember two truths:

There is no such thing as a free lunch, and you can never hire someone to provide a service for you cheaper than you can do it yourself.

If you see that all of this wonderful government "help" is a problem confronting the future of democracy in America, you might want to send this on to your friends.

If you think the free ride is essential to your way of life, then you won't understand.
But, God help us all when the gate slams shut!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

A Letter From A 95 Year Old Navy Retiree to the President



"Dear President Obama,

My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year. People meeting me for the first time don’t believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert.

I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WW II retiring as a Master Chief Bos’n Mate. Now I live in a “rest home” located on the western end of Pearl Harbor , allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country.

One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man. So here goes.

I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do, but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish. I can’t figure out what country you are the president of.

You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like:

” We’re no longer a Christian nation”

” America is arrogant”

Your wife even announced to the world,” America is mean-spirited. ” Please tell her to try preaching that nonsense to 23 generations of our war dead buried all over the globe who died for no other reason than to free a whole lot of strangers from tyranny and hopelessness.

I’d say shame on the both of you, but I don’t think you like America, nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do, for the obvious gifts this country has given you. To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House.

After 9/11 you said,” America hasn’t lived up to her ideals.”

Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for to win independence from the British? Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man, that 500,000 men died for in the Civil War? I hope you didn’t mean the ideal 470,000 fathers, brothers, husbands, and a lot of fellas I knew personally died for in WWII, because we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around, because we stand for freedom.

I don’t think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination. You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected.

Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man. Shape up and start acting like an American. If you don’t, I’ll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue . You were elected to lead not to bow, apologize and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves.

And just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don’t want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts , who was putting up a fight? You don’t mind offending the police calling them stupid but you don’t want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists.

One more thing. I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with your life, but you’re the Commander-in-Chief now, son. Do your job. When your battle-hardened field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him. But if you’re not in this fight to win, then get out. The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you’re thinking of.

You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president.  You’re not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy. That’s not our greatest threat. Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now.

And I sure as hell don’t want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle…

Sincerely,

Harold B. Estes



Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Fiscal Cliff Night Before Christmas


‘Twas the night before Christmas and through the White House,
not a creature was stirring, ‘cause the trap got the mouse.
The Obama’s flew off on their plane, Air Force One,
to spend time in Hawaii while enjoying the sun.
The taxpayers financed this vacation boondoggle,
to beaches where Clinton would be prone to oggle.

While the U. S. leans off of the Fiscal Cliff,
Barak plays it cool and does not seem to twitch.
“It’s the Republican’s fault, with their damned millionaires.
They should cough up more taxes,
And pay their fair share.”

I turned on CNN and the news on FOX too,
and heard voices expounding on their point of view.
Hannity and Maddow were in a debate,
While America hoped that it was not too late.

Then Boehner offered up a Plan B compromise,
Ol’ Barak turned him down and then rolled his eyes.
The Market was falling, Wall Street was concerned.
The nervous investors didn’t want to get burned.

The House and the Senate just gave up the fight,
And said let’s go home, someone turn off the light.
Lobbyists left on their Christmas vacation,
No one was left in charge of our nation,

But old Harry Reid and Pelosi too,
Called an impromptu press conference attended by few.
“On taxes, entitlements, On foreign hand outs.
On running up debt, On financial doubt.
We can borrow from China and print out some more cash.
Things are under control, there is no need to slash.
Now dash it all, dash it all and say Yes We Can.
No need to worry, Barak is the Man.”

And what did to my wondering eyes did appear,
Jay Carney on TV with a smirk and a sneer.
“Suck it up Buttercup ‘cause we’re taking a tumble.
It’s Republians fault the economy did stumble.
Barak’s Administration inherits this mess,
Did you expect us to fix it in four years or less?”

Jay’s eyes were all blood-shot; He’d been at it all night.
He was spinning a tale to provoke and delight.
More rapid than eagles, the questions they came.
Jay knew all the press corps by their first name.

Jay sprang from the stage as he said, “That is all.”
While Limbaugh hoped that he’d trip and he’d fall.
And I heard him exclaim as he walked out of the room.
Merry Christmas? Heck no!
It is all gloom and doom.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Here is how I see it:

Thursday, October 18, 2012

I haven't blogged on here lately and have to write something to retain the blog.

Something.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Stuff They Put On The Internet - Part Two





CSI Barbie










 













Which do you like better, Chopin's Polynaise or Hellmanns Mayonnaise?






What if rockets looked like trains?






Saturday, July 14, 2012