Show Time

The curtain goes up at six tonight, and the show begins. Frankfort Lions present their annual Wurst Fest. I like to call it the “BEST Wurst Fest.” This is the club’s major fund raiser for the year. We have many more lessor drives to make money but the Wurst fuels our charities throughout the year. So many people not familiar with Lions ask me “just what do the Lions do?” My response is a lot, then I proceed to rattle off the list.

What do Frankfort Lions Do?

Typical Activities by month:

January—      Winter Games on the Green

KidSight Vision Screenings begin

February–     KidSight Vision Screening

Sights and Sounds Raffle for Lions Illinois Foundation (LIF)

March             Community Showcase

Blood Drive

Information Table

KidSight Vision Screening

Adult Hearing & Vision screening

Diabetes Awareness

Lighthouse Demonstration

Adult Vision Screening at Founder’s Center

April               Easter Food Distribution: Buy, Pack, and Deliver Food to 25 families

Bunny Breakfast-KidSight Vision Screening

Earth Day Clean Up

Birdies for Charity, LIF

May                 Kick off for Wurst Fest Raffle tickets

Clarendale Vision and Hearing Screening

Lincoln Way Scholarship Presentation

June                Wurst Fest Raffle Tickets

Nominate Club Officers

July                 Movies on the Green, Pop corn distribution

Sponsor Library Youth Group in Lions Peace Poster Contest

Wurst Fest Raffle Tickets

Club Election

President’s Night BBQ

August            Rib Fest Water Soft Drink Sale

PD Night Out Against Crime, Water Distribution and presence

Kick off OASIS second support group for vision impaired people

Farmer’s Market Raffle Ticket Sales

Camp Quality-Cook-Serve Lunch

Wurst Fest Raffle & Dance

September     Labor Day Parade, Distribute flags

Raffle Prize Dinner

PD Health Fair-Vision and Hearing Screening

Diabetes Awareness at Silver Cross Hospital

October          Trunk or Treats, Distribute candy treats

Candy Day Collection on Street Corners for LIF

November      Collect money at Jewel for TG turkeys and food

Thanksgiving Food Dist: Buy, Pack, and Deliver Food to 25 families

December      Polar Express/Park District

Collect Money @ Jewel for Christmas Food

Christmas Food Dist: Buy, Pack, and Deliver Food to 25 families

Christmas Gift Distribution for kids in need

We add to the list as new needs are identified. I have chosen to leave off the names of people with  serious impairments or conditions who we have helped in the interest of their privacy. During the year we contribute to over fifty community organizations and/or organizations that help our residents: Where there is a need there is a Lion.

If you want to join the fun and help Lions to serve come on out tonight to the Chamber of Commerce Wine and Beer Garden located at the corner of Oak and Kansas in historic Frankfort. The Wurst is a German themed social gathering featuring German food, German beer, and German music keeping with the German heritage of the community. The highlight of the evening is the raffle. If you were lucky enough to buy one of the two thousand $20 raffle tickets you may win one of seven cash prizes, the largest being $10,000. That same ticket gets two people entry into the venue for an evening of fun and camaraderie, not to mention a buzz from the delicious German beer.

The Lions kick off the much greater community Fall Festival, recently rated as the third best Craft and Arts Fair in the United States. With over two hundred and fifty thousand people attending over the three day Labor Day weekend. This fest is run 100% by volunteers from the village.

Come out to help the LIONS and have a ball too.

She Hit It Outta’ the Park

A truly great essay and a genius level analysis of our millennial generation. How can our youngsters truly know what living poor is all about? They can’t know and never will know until they get into the world and have to fend for themselves. Prosperity is their norm. Please read the attached essay by Alyssa Ahlgren

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To Whom It All Concerns….
My Generation Is Blind to the Prosperity Around Us
I’m sitting in a small coffee shop near Nokomis trying to think of what to write about.
I scroll through my newsfeed on my phone looking at the latest headlines of Democratic candidates calling for policies to fix the so-called injustices of capitalism.
I put my phone down and continue to look around. I see people talking freely, working on their MacBooks, ordering food they get in an instant, seeing cars go by outside, and it dawned on me.
We live in the most privileged time in the most prosperous nation and we’ve become completely blind to it Vehicles, food, technology, freedom to associate with whom we choose.
These things are so ingrained in our American way of life we don’t give them a second thought.
We are so well off here in the United States that our poverty line begins 31 times above the global average. Thirty. One. Times. Virtually no one in the United States is considered poor by global standards.
Yet, in a time where we can order a product off Amazon with one click and have it at our doorstep the next day, we are unappreciative, unsatisfied, and ungrateful.
Our unappreciation is evident as the popularity of socialist policies among my generation continues to grow.
Democratic Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez recently said to Newsweek talking about the millennial generation, “An entire generation, which is now becoming one of the largest electorates in America, came of age and never saw American prosperity.”
Never saw American prosperity!  Let that sink in.
When I first read that statement, I thought to myself, that was quite literally the most entitled and factually illiterate thing I’ve ever heard in my 26 years on this earth.
Many young people agree with her, which is entirely misguided.
My generation is being indoctrinated by a mainstream narrative to actually believe we have never seen prosperity.
I know this first hand, I went to college, let’s just say I didn’t have the popular opinion, but I digress.
Why then, with all of the overwhelming evidence around us, evidence that I can even see sitting at a coffee shop, do we not view this as prosperity?
We have people who are dying to get into our country. People around the world destitute and truly impoverished.
Yet, we have a young generation convinced they’ve never seen prosperity, and as a result, elect politicians dead set on taking steps towards abolishing capitalism. Why?
The answer is this, my generation has only seen prosperity. We have no contrast. We didn’t live in the great depression, or live through two world wars, the Korean War, The Vietnam War or see the rise and fall of socialism and communism.
We don’t know what it’s like to live without the internet, without cars, without smartphones.
We don’t have a lack of prosperity problem. We have an entitlement problem, an ungratefulness problem, and it’s spreading like a plague.”

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When one lives in prosperity from the minute they are born, how can they understand poverty? People of my generation witnessed the struggle of our parents working to give us what they never had. My grandfather John sent my Dad to America because he “could not feed him”. My Dad left, and never looked back. He knew what poverty was.

My dad had an aversion to potatoes, and when I challenged him once on why he didn’t take any potatoes at the Sunday dinner table he told me “I ate enough potatoes in my home country.” He left when he was seventeen. In my mind that is a whole lot of potatoes to eat in seventeen short years.

As an adult, I traveled to the far east on my job. I visited some pretty poor places in Malaysia and Indonesia. I came home with one major impression. These people work for pennies per hour because they are hungry and those pennies represent more money than they have ever seen before.  In the USA we have people who protest the poor wages in these far away countries yet our poverty level salary would make the people in those countries very rich. As my mother reminded me often “we have a loaf of bread under each arm and we complain that we don’t have anything to eat.”

What socialist leaning millennials do not understand is that to bring the level of poverty up in the world will also mean reducing the wealth of our nation. So the complaint of never having seen prosperity will reverse to seeing poverty in a grossly mis-calculated backfire.

I Had a Date With An Angel

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A couple of weeks ago, i went to lunch with my friend and his wife They live in Georgia, the state not the country, and were staying at his wife’s twin sister’s house. I asked him to include his sister-in-law. At the same time I asked my daughter to join the party too. The five of us had a wonderful lunch at the Trail’s Edge restaurant and brewery. Although the place has been open since January, it was my first time there. It was nice. After lunch we continued on to the Creamery, a small roadhouse serving soft serve ice cream delights. It is a long time Frankfort business that maintains itself as an old time business. Open from March through October the place is loaded every day with parents and kids lined up and waiting to buy any number of soft serve treats.

The five of us sat around a concrete table on matching concrete benches enjoying the mid-afternoon sun while wolfing down turtle sundaes. Ice cream doesn’t stay solid very long when it is in the high eighties, and the sun is bright, ergo the wolfing. We spent the better part of an hour shooting the breeze before my friend began to fall asleep. He has Parkinson’s disease and tires easily. Long gone are the days when he and I challenged each other on who could reach the top of a hill faster on our bikes during our one week bicycle-camping trips. Most times he won the challenge. One time, while riding up a hill in Nova Scotia he pedaled so hard he stripped the threads on his rear chain cog; he literally blew his transmission. The rest of that story is in my chronicle of the trip on my blog homepage under the button Bicyclist-Nova Scotia-The Other Side of the Story.

We finished our sundaes and said our goodbyes. I had to drive my daughter home and decided to take a route that was a couple of miles further into the country to avoid the shortest route which was a confirmed speed trap. Try driving thirty-five miles an hour through miles of corn and soybeans. The road I chose was also through corn and soybeans and a beautiful traffic-free drive. I chatted with Jacque and the speedometer needle crept up near sixty. The Death Star has a propensity to go faster when I am not paying attention. I spotted a black SUV parked on the opposite side of the road almost touching the six foot tall corn. I payed no attention to it until I blew by and saw the large white letters spelling out “POLICE” on the side. Oh, oh, I said and looked into the rearview he’s turning around to come after me. He did catch up to me and insisted I pull over. A very young police officer asked for my license and insurance registration. I meekly handed it over without a word. I did ask him which jurisdiction he worked in. “Manhattan” he replied. I was as far from Manhattan as one could get and still be within the limits. “I’m sorry,” I said, “where is the road marked with the limit?” Oh its marked right after the last intersection. (About three quarters of a mile back). “The limit is thirty-five mph.” (in the middle of a houseless stretch of corn and soy beans). So much for avoiding a speed trap.

He gave me three options to stay out of jail: 1.) Pay the speeding fine of $165, and get the citation pegged to my record. 2. ) Pay $205, take a driver safety course, and keep the mark off my license. 3.) Go to court and take my chances with a judge.

I’m not going to take my chances with a judge. No telling what political persuasion the judge may be. If he/she learns I am the opposite of him politically, my odds of getting off are non-existent. My odds of getting off regardless are non-existent. My decision will be whether or not waste four hours and an extra forty dollars to keep the citation off my license. I plan on driving a lot in the upcoming year so I’m leaning toward the safety class. What the heck, I might meet some foxy old lady in class and hook up.

My daughter knows me well enough to keep her mouth shut about the stop while we were in the car together, and we continued our date the rest of the way home as if nothing happened. I told her I planned the stop for her entertainment.

 

Is This the Future of America??

Proud To Be White

Michael Richards better known as Kramer from TV’s Seinfeld.

This was his defence speech in court after making racial comments in his comedy act. He makes some very interesting points.

Proud To Be White

Someone finally said it. How many are actually paying attention to this?

There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Arab Americans, etc. And then there are just Americans.

You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction. You Call me “White boy,” “Cracker,” “Honkey,” “Whitey,” “Caveman” … and that’s OK.

But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towel head, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink … You call me a racist.

You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?

You have the United Negro College Fund. You have Martin Luther King Day. You have Black History Month. You have Cesar Chavez Day. You have Yom Hashoah. You have Ma’uled A l-Nabi. You have the NAACP. You have BET. If we had WET (White Entertainment Television) we’d be racists. If we had a White Pride Day, you would call us racists. If we had White History Month , we’d be racists. If we had any organization for only whites to “advance” OUR lives we’d be racists.

We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce. Wonder who pays for that?

A white woman could not be in the Miss Black American pageant, but any color can be in the Miss America pageant.

If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships you know we’d be racists. There are over 60 openly proclaimed Black Colleges in the US . Yet if there were “White colleges” THAT would
be a racist college.

In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists.

You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you’re not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.

You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.

I am proud. But you call me a racist.

Why is it that only whites can be racists?

 

Bravo Kramer!!!!!

I Can’t Believe It

I gave up using Windows computers because the updates drove me nuts. Not only that, the computer lost performance after each update. I happily switched to Apple’s OS system, and I’ve been using their products for six years now without any problems, that is, until now. I agreed to an Apple upgrade and since then I have lost my email. My mail is on a separate server from Google, Yahoo, or those public email servers. When the upgrade occurred the link between my service and the Apple mail system was broken. Not a problem I thought, I’ll just relink everything and be ready to go. Wrong! It is August 22 which means I have been without email for three weeks now. After too many hours trouble shooting, and reading help screens I still can’t figure out what is wrong. I am seeking professional help. Then it occurred to me that I’ve been out of communication by email for three weeks, and I am still alive! I might just forget about seeking help and forget email altogether. If someone wants to talk to me they can dial me up, or write me a snail-mail letter.

Learn Something New Everyday

Famous sayings about having a cold one!

https://i2.wp.com/cdn1.iconfinder.com/data/icons/BRILLIANT/food/png/400/beer.png“Sometimes, when I reflect on all the beer I drink, I feel ashamed.  Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I did not drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. I think, it is better to drink this beer and let their dreams come true, than be selfish and worry about my liver.”

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“When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.”

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“24 hours in a day and 24 beers in a case.  Coincidence?  I think not!”

Steven Wright

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“When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep.  When we fall asleep, we commit no sin. When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.  So, let’s all get drunk and go to heaven.”

George Bernard Shaw

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“Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.”

Benjamin Franklinhttps://i2.wp.com/cdn1.iconfinder.com/data/icons/BRILLIANT/food/png/400/beer.png“Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer.  Oh, I grant you that the wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza.”

Dave Barryhttps://i2.wp.com/cdn1.iconfinder.com/data/icons/BRILLIANT/food/png/400/beer.png“Beer: Helping ugly people have sex since 3000 B.C.”

W. C. Fields

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“Remember ‘I’ before ‘E,’ except in Budweiser.”

Professor Irwin Corey

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“To some it is a six-pack. To me, it is a Support Group.  Salvation in a can.”

Leo Durocher

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One night at  Cheers,  a TV Sitcom, Cliff Clavin said to his buddy, Norm Peterson: “Well, ya see, Normmy, it’s like this .. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo.  And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first.  This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.  In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells.  Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells.  But, naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.  In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.  That’s why you always feel smarter after a few beers!”

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