I’m Offended

The current run by Muslims to be offended by everything American, Christian, or cultural has me wondering why these people come to America. What bothers me even more is the way Americans are bending over backwards to accommodate them in these demands. Our schools teach Islam against our will, cities and states consider implementing sharia law, and our cultural identity is threatened by Muslims who are offended by girls in bikinis, or women who don’t wear the head scarves. They are offended that we don’t set aside special prayer rooms in all public places so they can pray where ever they are. One of the things I learned recently is that Obama had a prayer room set up in the Whitehouse for his Muslim visitors and staff. What ever happened to separation of church and state? I guess that only applies if the state is a republic, and the religion is Christian.

What does it matter to our liberal compatriots that I am offended by all of this back bending, and politically correct non-sense?

Is Islam a religion or a political ideology? If it is a pure religion then I agree it has First Amendment protection. If it is a political ideology it has no place within the boundaries of the United States because it is in direct competition with our own laws and political system. Having two systems presiding over the same population is madness.

The problem as I see it is that Islam is both a political and religious system at the same time. They sincerely believe that their religious laws prevail over civil laws. They argue that they cannot abide by civil laws because laws passed down from God prevail over all  man-made law.  There in lies the dilemma. When we pick on them they cry that they are protected by the First Amendment. At the same time it is no secret that Muslims want to spread Islam to the whole world. In my book that smacks of a religious coup d’état. If we pick on them for preaching revolution in their mosques they again hide behind the First Amendment.

If we in America want to tolerate Muslims in this country as a religion, we must make Muslims agree to separate their political stance from the religious one by revising the Koran. That means they would have to agree to live by the laws of the country over the doctrine of their Koran. Secondly, we must strictly limit the number of Muslims within the USA to less than ten percent of the population. That would be an impossible goal because they can double, triple, and quadruple their numbers by procreation and consider it a religious duty to do so.

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No doubt Muslims will argue that they cannot revise the Koran since it is the word of God. I am troubled by that. Mohammed sold them a story that he was contacted by God in a vision and by a human messenger who gave him the rules. Yep! I buy that hook line and sinker.

Why didn’t Mohammed just buy into the New Testament bible of the Christians? Jesus who is the Son of God walked this earth and taught his disciples how to live. Four of them wrote the bible and told the same story giving it believability. So, here we have two religions both professing to adore one true God. Both have complete teachings handed to them by God. Except the Islamic version came six hundred years after the Christian version. The Christian version teaches the sanctity of Life, while the Islamic version has no regard for life.

Christ came as the Son of God born human. While Mohammed was a war lord who put together a pretty solid set of laws that came in a dream, and he convinced a desert filled with warring tribes to believe. I add that he made them believe by giving them a choice to believe, or to lose their heads. He was smart enough to incorporate all the cultural components of these tribes to allow them a buy in. In other words, Islam is a religion tailored to the barbaric, killing, nomadic tribes of the Mid East.

I am also offended by the Islamists forcibly passing off their God as the one true God, when Jesus Christ is the Son of the one true God. Since there is only one God we are fighting over a way to worship the same Deity. Christianity was birthed by man who was the SON of God, it spread to men of many cultures. It is my contention that Islam is a worship system that fits the culture and lifestyle of nomadic tribes of the Mid-Eastern deserts. Since Christianity is based on the sanctity of life, and Islam on the sanctity of death I propose Christians are white angels versus Islamic black angels. They are the opposite of each other. Eventually, one will prevail. Since Islam has no conscience relative to killing non believers they will have an advantage. Christianity must rely of the positive side of human nature, the good side if you will, and convert people who are loving, caring, compassionate to all,  even Muslims. I just add that Muslims also claim to be loving, caring, and compassionate every time they are accused of being Radical Islamist Terrorists. What they fail to include is that they only have all these traits when they deal with fellow Muslims. Anyone who is not Muslim is an infidel, and must be eliminated by any means.

I cannot believe that the same God condones both practices when they are polar opposites. My God is loving, and caring and promotes the sanctity of life, not senseless killing. Therefore, Christians and Muslims cannot claim that they believe in the one true God. The Islamic god is an invention of the devil and it appeals to the basic dark instincts of men, like killing, sex, torture, mutilation, and keeping slaves.

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Getting back to my original premise for this essay, I am offended by Muslims and all Islamists because they see me as the infidel, and as their enemy. I will not support them under any circumstances, and will resist all attempts to install sharia, prayers rooms, teaching in schools, and conversion to their satanic religion.

I am offended by fellow citizens who condone and preach Progressivism, political correctness, and control. I will resist their attempts to transform us into an all-controlling  communist or Islamic state. To me they achieve the same end.

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What is the Trigger?

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Christianity began with Jesus about two thousand years ago. Catholicism bases itself on three basics: the Old Testament Bible, the New Testament Bible, and Tradition. The movement went unchanged until Martin Luther decided enough was enough. He had a long list of complaints about the things Catholics believed and Rome condoned. He decided to post his list, and to begin a new religion based on the more traditional rules. Since then, Christianity has fractionated many times over into many sects all proclaiming their religion the one that leads to heaven. There are many versions of the bible and depending on which religion you profess decides which version of the bible you follow. Catholics follow only their approved version( Nihil Obstat), Others follow the Saint James version. All of the fractions base themselves on Jesus’ teachings. The fact remains that Catholicism is the one true religion based on Jesus. All the others are inventions of men who have become dissatisfied with one thing or another with the Catholic Church, like selling indulgences, divorce, the Pope, etc. Before that, Judaism was the religion  professing  one God, and a life after death.(Heaven).

I present these facts because I want to make some sense out of the Muslim contention that Islam is the one true religion and that their God is the only God. They also contend that the Koran is the word of their God, and that the Koran contains the guiding principles of Islam. Because the laws contained in the Koran are from their God they over-ride all other law.

What I have trouble with is the hypocrisy of the many Muslim groups professing that they are not the Muslims who profess terror. They are not the radicalized Muslims. They are peaceful, loving, and caring people. Yet, it is always a Muslim who knowingly straps a bomb to his body and walks into a crowded arena to pull the trigger.

Muslims are fractionated just like Christians, and they call themselves Sunni, Shia, Wah Habi, Radicalized, and maybe some more too, but they all purport to derive their beliefs from the same laws contained in the Koran. At least when Luther broke from Roman Catholicism he listed all the problems he had with the system as it was. These became the basis for the new sect called Lutheranism. Where are these same writings for Muslims? Where are the different versions of the Koran that they use to teach their form of Islam? All I ever hear is that the Koran is the word of God and that is what they go by. How can we know which sect of Islam a radical, or a peace-lover truly believe in if they all follow the same word of God? How do the Imams teach the values of their sect when the words of the Koran are the same no matter what? Do all Imams interpret and teach the Koran exactly thee same?

Peaceful Muslims would like us all to believe they are not radicals, yet radicals seem to migrate from within their peace-loving congregations. Why is that? What is the trigger that sets a peace-lover into a bomb blasting beheader? Which word in the Koran sets this person off? If they know what does it, then why don’t a peace-loving Imams revise the Koran so the trigger words are not in their version? As the King in Anna and the King of Siam once said, “Is a puzzlement.”

Will somebody please clear this up for me?

Black vs White, Evil vs Good

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I sat meditating in church this morning and the conflict between Islam and Christianity came to mind. It surprised me to learn that Pope Francis spoke out about how we should deal with ISIS. A Crusade came to mind. In days of old Christians boldly marched from Europe on Crusades to convert the infidels to Christianity. The horror of ISIS reminds me of how horrible the Crusaders must have been. Yet the Pope who historically speaks about peace and love basically said the world needs to go on a crusade to kill the evil ISIS.

Evil popped into the screen of my mind, Lucifer, black and sinister. Ever since God created earth, man, and angels, God has faced attack from Lucifer the devil. Lucifer chooses to go against God. He challenges God daily with great fervor all across Earth He competes with God for man’s soul and mind. It man’s choice as to which path he follows. I see Muslims choosing to follow Lucifer.

Black is evil, and Islam is black, death, sin, and mayhem. White is good and Christianity is white, life, forgiveness, love, and peace.

The white crusader must kill the black scourge.

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TRAINS

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PLANES

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AUTOMOBILES

 

A few years ago a movie called Trains, Planes, and Automobiles came out and caused me to laugh my butt off. I just finished reading a book titled “Fly Boys” by James Bradley. The story is about World War Two with Japan in the Pacific. I learned a lot reading this account. First, the history of Japan and its Emperor worship which eventually evolved into their samurai military. I learned that we won the war not with the atomic bomb, but by an endless assault of incendiary bombs on cities built of wooden buildings. We burned the Japs to death. The atomic bombs were just a more efficient method.

During my early years, I read daily news accounts of battles, defeats, and victories. On my paper route, I noticed flags hanging in windows with gold stars on them. I grew up during World War Two. I watched my parents become somber when FDR declared war after the Pearl Harbor attack. I saw families in our neighborhood mourn the loss of their sons. It had an effect on my psyche. I learned to hate the Japanese as well as the Germans, and Italians, but I had a special hatred for Japan. This hatred grew as I grew.

As a young adult when it came time to enter the business world this conflict grew. As an engineer and product designer I favored US made products over those of the inferior Japanese made ones. My Christianity continued to work on me and as my thoughts about heaven and the teachings of Jesus to love my neighbor as myself began to take root my hatred began to dissolve, slowly. By 1969, I opened my mind to Japanese made products and bought a Toyota Corolla. It only served to bolster my attitude about Jap-Crap. My kids were old enough to chastise me about my use of words and that also affected me. I tried like heck to transfer my hatred to them, but they were smarter than me and resisted. The Corolla and I lasted but two years together. It was the worst car I ever owned.

The years passed and my war against Japanese products waged. I preached American made to anyone who would listen. My friends bought Japanese made Toyotas, Hondas, and Datsuns.  I lost the war when my three kids all bought Japanese made cars and loved them, but I kept telling myself that the price I paid for a good UAW made American car was worth it in patriotic pride. In 2006, I finally succumbed to the Japanese automakers. That came after studying their manufacturing methods and their zest for never-ending quality control. America finally woke up to the fact that Japanese manufacturing methods and quality systems were superior. American manufacturers were in catch-up mode. Our employers all scurried looking for the magic bullet that would allow them to compete. I came to believe in the Japanese system, not because it was Japanese but because it was American. They were smart enough to hire Joe Duran an American quality guru who couldn’t find an audience in America. The Japanese studied his system, and then embraced it. They implemented practices until it hurt, but it paid off. The result is a revolution in auto-making that has changed the world. They have won that war.

In 2006, I bought a Toyota Avalon which I so dearly have named the Death Star. It is the finest car I have ever owned. Then came “Flyboys.” Reading a history of the war with Japan in the detail in which author James Bradley tells has reawakened the deep-seated hatred within my heart. The atrocities committed by the Japanese during the war are hard to understand, but author Bradley explains the Japanese warrior psyche in detail and makes an attempt to rationalize their behavior. What is harder to take are the counter-atrocities we committed to beat them. Our methods were the best we could come up with. They were not pretty, but necessary. Japan’s determination was to take over China and the Pacific to expand their empire. They needed room to grow. Their population in the late nineteen thirties peaked at sixty million, and they lived on an island the size of California. Today, California has sixty-four million people and I think it is over populated.

Hopefully, this reawakened hatred will be short-lived as the memory of this narrative wears off. So, what does this have to do with my opening sentence, “A few years ago a movie called Trains, Planes, and Automobiles came out and caused me to laugh my butt off”? The answer is “nothing,” but my fascination with trains, planes and automobiles developed during this time frame. I grew up on a street one block away from a Nickel Plate RR line and I listened to and watched thousands of trains pass by carrying war materials. Airplanes of every type flew over head daily on the way to training fields and to missions in the Pacific, and automobile development stopped causing people to keep the cars they had, or to buy used 1930’s vintage models. To this day I love WWII airplanes, nineteen thirties hot rods, and steam engines.

The Gift-Part 6-Transformation

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Early the next morning, Morty got up, brushed his teeth, combed his curl, and ate breakfast. It was time. He found the tree stand and placed it in the corner of his tiny room.

“Stand straight Connie,” he said as he filled the bowl with sugar water to give Connie strength.

“You have an important duty ahead.”

“I have to play Christmas tunes while we decorate.” Morty tuned in to the Choir of Heavenly Angels over his boom box to play carols.

Morty sang with the music. He strung the lights onto each branch, making sure that the spacing was even.

The rabbit and the birds helped by hanging the popcorn garland. The Sparrow held one end of the garland while the Cardinal held it farther down the string. The Chickadee held a third spot. They flew in unison carrying the garland. Gently, they lowered the popcorn garland onto the branches. The beads came next.

“I wish Brad were here to help,” said Morty. “His muscles would be a great help with these heavy beads. They are too heavy for the birds. I have to drape them carefully to make them look pretty.”

As he worked, he hummed Silent Night, his favorite Christmas carol.

“Sing with me Connie.”

“Si – lent night, Ho – ly night,

All is calm. All is bright.

Round yon Vir – gin Moth – er and child!

Ho – ly in – fant so ten – der and mild,

Sleep in heav – en – ly peace,

Sleep in heav – en – ly peace.”

They sang together as they worked.

“After we finish with Connie, we can prepare for the party tonight.”

What a happy group they were. The Cardinals, Chickadee, Rabbit and Morty were all decorating the tree for Jesus.

“Almost finished,” said Morty. “Birds, please carry the crystal star and place it on Connie’s top stem.”

“Now, for the final touch, we have to hang the tinsel. It is a great job for birds,” he said.

All three birds began immediately, and carried tinsel like they carried grass to build a nest. They hovered above a branch and carefully lowered the silver strands down.

“You can be proud Connie. You are beautiful and will make Jesus happy on his birthday.

To be continued . . ..

Who Follows the Rule of Law Anymore?

Many readers have accused me many times of being a grumpy old man who is combative in his writings and who disengages readers with his sarcastic derogatory comments about his adversaries. First, let me make my point clear. My adversaries are: Progressives, Socialists, Liberals, and Communists, or anything/anyone who even remotely adheres to the ideas expressed by these ideologies.  I am not writing to make you happy and to give you a chance to engage me with debate. There is no debate when your ideas are dead wrong. MY BLOG is not called GRUMPA Joe’s Place because I am a touchy-feely sweet furry, old grampaw.

I know what I am doing when I write these pieces. Many times I am venting my frustration on people who I don’t know. It isn’t that I don’t care about you, I do. It is just easier for me to vent on strangers than on my family. Yes, I have family members that are Progressives. I still love them, but I choose not to fraternize with them any more. In fact, if any of them show up for my funeral it will be as a consideration for Grandma Peggy..

Most of the time, when I write a piece or draw a cartoon that is critical of our President it is because he deserves it. Believe me I am tame when it comes to expressing my opinions in a cartoon. If only our President would try to do something good I could sympathize with him, but everything he does is contrary to what I believe makes this country great.

My life has spanned a period in history which I like to believe has been the finest period in America since its founding. The ideas used to set up this country are very simple. The ideas were given to us by God. Just like the Ten Commandments are ten simple rules to live by they have stood the test of time and they are still valid today. If you don’t believe in living by the ten commandments you are choosing not to live life to the fullest.

My goal since 2008 is to educate and tell people about the evils of Progressives, Socialists, Liberals, and Communists. If what I write offends you perhaps it is because I have touched a nerve deep within you that you have suppressed the fact you are dead wrong.

If you have read this far, I urge you to watch this video of a speech given by a new Senator about the Senate and his colleagues within. I can only say, he is better at telling us the bad news than I am.

I Believe in God

I believe in God. My heroes and role models do too. As I look back on life I can honestly say I only knew one atheist, and that was my grandfather. Toward the end of  his life, he looked out the living room window of his lonely little farm-house in Michigan at the sixty foot willow tree he had planted as a sapling immediately across the driveway.  A storm brewed, the skies were black and roiling, and the wind picked up with a fury. Grandpa Jim watched in awe as the sixty-foot willow tree ripped out of the ground and slammed over next to the house.

He told me that after seeing that tree rip out like a small twig he began to believe there was a God. It is my belief that Grandpa Jim resides in heaven with our Creator and waits for us to join him.

Here is a video of one of my mentors and a true role model.

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