A Reason to Defer Sainthood

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I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard him say it. I stayed up late and listened to the whole blooming speech a second time to make sure I got it right. Today, I read the transcript and convinced myself that I heard him say it correctly. President Obama proposes to go on a mad shopping spree to save us from ourselves and it won’t cost us a single dime. HOW? Some one clue me in.

My only answer is he will tax the living bejesus out of the entire population including those who don’t have any income to tax.

Four years ago he went on TV to tell us about his Trillion Dollar Stimulus which was going to fuel the shovel ready infrastructure projects the country so sorely needs. Falling bridges, crumbling roads, you know all the stuff we use everyday. To my knowledge he squandered a trillion dollars and not a single bridge got built.More Kool-aid folks, that is what it is. If he can produce all he talked about without it costing a single dime, I’ll personally nominate him for Sainthood. OOPs I’ll have to wait for the election of a new pope before I can  consider that one.

 

Learning the Meaning of Dysfunctional

Dysfunctional Family

Dysfunctional Family (Photo credit: Chris Pirillo)

Many times I have read a movie description which proclaimed the film to be about a dysfunctional family or couple. I never truly understood the meaning of dysfunctional until a few days ago. Peg and I were planning our thanksgiving meal.  You must understand that Peg and I are widows who married. We have two sets of kids, two sets of grandkids, two sets of traditions, two sets of nationalities. This marriage isn’t like our first ones when we married young and stayed with our partners until “death do us part.” Because we started young we grew up together as a family. We adopted the good from our parents and families. These became traditions for us. It wasn’t long before I adopted the traditions of my young wife and she modified the traditions of my family to fit in. Together we set up a new tradition that was exclusively ours. Peg did the same with her husband.

Here we are in our mid-seventies trying to make everyone happy. Simple things like “what time should we serve?” become a major debate.

“My kids all have to work and can’t come until late.”

“Well, my kids have young children and they can’t stay late.”

Suddenly, the meaning of dysfunctional began to roll through my mind. Is this what they mean? Suddenly, two families merged into one begin behaving outside their norms. Will we ever live long enough to create a new tradition that melds the two families together?

If we do succeed, it will be because Peg and I will concede and drop hosting the holiday meals by delegating the job to our children and grandchildren, who I am positive will make us happy by providing our favorite traditional dishes from all nationalities.

I look forward to this year as the most dysfunctional Thanksgiving ever.

Twinkie Diplomacy

I’m too busy preparing for Thanksgiving to add many words. I think the picture tells the story.

If I Were the Devil

Paul Harvey, 2005

Paul Harvey, 2005 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Paul Harvey now deceased commented frequently on radio. His popularity was worldwide. I loved his daily noontime show The Rest of the Story kept me tuning in for more. He took stories from and about real people and made them fascinating. A friend sent this video which he did in nineteen sixty-five. Two things strike me about this piece. First, it sounds like it was written about today’s problems. Second, he is spot on with his analysis.

Happy 236th Birthday America!

Ronald Reagan inspired the country each time he spoke. This address especially befits America’s 236 th birthday. Isn’t it wonderful that we have Youtube videos to look back and remember when leaders like President Reagan could lift the spirits of our entire population.

Received from a friend.

Happy Independance Day

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE

FLAG,

OF THE UNITED

STATES OF AMERICA ,

AND TO THE REPUBLIC, FOR

WHICH IT STANDS,

ONE NATION UNDER  GOD,

INDIVISIBLE,

WITH  LIBERTY

AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!

KEEP IT LIT!!  KEEP IT LIT!

for all of our other military personnel, where ever they may be.

Support all of the troops defending our Country.

And God Bless our Military

who are protecting our Country for our Freedom.

Thanks to them, and their sacrifices, we can celebrate the 4th of July

We must never forget who gets the credit for the freedoms we have,

of which we should be eternally grateful.

I watched the flag pass by one day.

It fluttered in the breeze,

A young Marine saluted it,

And then he stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform;

so young, so tall, so proud.

With hair cut square and eyes alert,

he’d stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him

had fallen through the years.

How many died on foreign soil;

how many mothers’ tears?

How many pilots’ planes shot down?

How many died at sea?

How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?

No, freedom isn’t free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night,

when everything was still.

I listened to the bugler play

And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times

That Taps had meant ‘Amen.’

When a flag had draped a coffin

of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,

of the mothers and the wives,

of fathers, sons and husbands

With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard

At the bottom of the sea.

Of unmarked graves in  Arlington .

No, freedom isn’t free.

Enjoy Your Freedom

and

God Bless Our Troops.