LONG OVER DUE/TIME TO SPEAK UP!!

Bill Maher is a name synonymous with filthy language and equally filthy behavior toward women, children and Christians.
Maher is also a white house insider and a big  money($1million)contributor to Obama's re-election campaign.
Maher has a right to say what he likes. I have the same rights to object to his name calling and filthy innuendoes . 
If you agree with me, please contact HBO and voice your objections to Bill Maher and his actions. I have canceled my HBO programing because of their ties with Maher.

 

Maher: Republican Women Are Morons Who Support Incest And Rape

Hopefully I can start a movement to get rid of Maher.   

GUESS WHO??

ONCE AGAIN WE FIND BOTH POLITICAL PARTIES IN FULL CAMPAIGN MODE. A GRIM PROSPECT AT BEST. THIS PICTURE BEGS TO ASK" CAN TWO WRONGS MAKE A RIGHT". ANOTHER FOUR YEARS WITH THIS CUTE COUPLE WILL SURELY DRIVE US ALL TO RUIN. BE SURE TO VOTE. IT COULD BE THE LAST CHANCE YOU EVER GET.

Saving America!!

After almost four years of Obama is it conceivable that he could win another four years? Please join the effort to stop what has become this nations greatest threat.

Tea Party one year later

Back in May of last year I authored a piece about the tea party. At that time the tea party approach was pretty much untested. The newly founded organization had been pretty open about its agenda and launched an aggressive campaign to bring about change in how Washington was doing business.
Despite claims to the contrary, the tea party sought change in both the GOP and the Democratic parties. To date the Republican party has been the most affected of the two national parties. The tea party efforts helped to change the make up of the house of representatives. The Republicans took control and the Democrats declared war on the tea party.
A year ago no one really thought the tea party could foster much change. The midterm elections underscored the power that the tea party has amassed. It is a power to be reckoned with especially with its ability to appeal to the so called "undecided" voters.
As in so many other cases the Democrats are playing the often used "race card". Their screeches of racial injustice have been echoed by everyone from Maxine Waters to Al Sharpton and Chris Matthews. The lack of proof to back-up their allegations of racism seem irrelevant to these people. The hatred being peddled by the liberals Democrats has pretty well gone beyond their much vaunted political discourse claims. A supposed kinder and gentler approach to fair and honest politics? As if calling the tea party a bunch racist isn't enough, Jimmy Hoffa junior has labeled the tea party and Republicans in general as sons of bitches and vows to deal with them using extreme prejudice. Junior must have forgotten that it was the Democrats and the Bobby Kennedy justice department that took his father down and imprisoned him.
The Democrats went into last years midterm election with little fear of the tea party. The morning of November sixth 2010 found them seriously mauled thanks to the tea party. Evidently the fear of being twice bitten has rattled their collective minds. The tactics put forth by the likes of the Teamsters president smacks of intimidation to the point of fitting the discription of a "hate crime". Such sinister suggestions of physical violence against American citizens and their exercising of rights guaranteed by the Constitution are frightening. Frightening in the sense that such intimidation can either elicit fear or perhaps rebellion.
I predict that the coming 2012 elections will be much influenced by the tea party and people in general that want change but not the change offered by the present administration.

Thoughts from the Gipper

Ronald Reagan recently had a birthday. Had he lived, Mr. Reagan would have been 100 years old. The birthday brought out both the lovers and haters of this man. Some people claim he was the greatest leader ever elected by the American voters. I'd have to narrow that down a bit. Maybe he was the greatest in the twentieth century. Never being one to practice "Hero worship", I'll leave such claim's to those better suited to it. Admittedly I was suspicious of this class "B" actor that started as a California Democrat. This was especially true if you considered some other California politicians. Many of them including Supreme Court Chief Justice and one time Republican California governor Earl Warren were closet liberals.

After four lack luster years of the stumbling Jimmy Carter, Reagan seemed to be what was needed. Many of Carters failures seemed to end over night after Reagan took office. The new president was open for business 24/7 and it showed nation wide.

One attribute of Ronald Reagan was his very visible love and respect for our nation and his fellow Americans. Unlike some presidents we've had, Reagan didn't spend his time working to get re-elected. Reagan had the ability to connect with people that few others possess. He was truly a once in a life time leader.

To be honest, I never spent much time reading about Reagan or his political beliefs. For that matter, I don't spend nearly enough time studying any of today's political players. I'm easily angered by any political rhetoric that assumes I'm too dense to understand the issues. Some times it seems as if both parties view electorate in such a manner. Having said that, I'm always going to keep them at arm's length.

In a 1962 speech, Reagan addressed the question of socialized medicine. His "grasp" of the issue was on target. In spite of Reagan's early warnings, the liberals are trying to make socialized medicine a reality in this country. Mr. Reagan defied anyone to find government provided health care stipulated as a right in the Constitution or Bill Of Rights. Reagan's grasp of the issue was uncanny. Reagan had seen the faults of socialized medicine some 47 years earlier. Not much have changed in the years between 1962 and 2010. This speech is presented as audio only. It's much easier than trying to read it with these worn out eyes of mine.
http://www.breitbart.tv/ronald-reagan-warns-against-socialized

President Reagan's views on abortion leave little doubt where he stood on the issue. Reagan personally wrote an essay on abortion that was published in the National Review.
http://old.nationalreview.com/document/reagan200406101030.asp

The essay is the best I've ever read. Reagan describes the abortion travesty for what it is. The former president leaves no stone unturned. Here was a man that had knowledge which had been sometimes hidden from the rest of us. The numbers of unborn killings are truly sickening.

We, the residents of this great nation, have allowed our own Holocaust. Our murder of the unborn has been deemed a legal right by federal law. A situation not unlike Germany's treatment of the Jews in the 1930's. We residents are letting the unborn be executed daily. Our excuse? The court decision's that have come about because of Rowe-vs-Wade. Is the murder of millions of the unborn any less horrible than the murder of millions of our fellow human for ethnic reasons?

The nations abortion business is booming. It has become a money tree for many abortion doctors and their supporters. I have little doubt that many of the high profile abortion champions such as Planned Parenthood receive funds from those that practice abortion services .
http://articles.philly.com/2011-02-07/news/27105608_1_shore-house-grand-jury-report-investigators

Abortion, as a business, will profit from the type of loop holes that will come with socialized medicine. I have no doubts about where this will in time take our society. If we can become comfortable with killing off our unborn, we can likewise learn to accept the killing of our old people as well. The elderly in particular represent a substantial drain on the nations budget and resources. Better learn to recognize and spell the word euthanasia.

Butterflies

I was raised a “Freewill Baptist”. My mom played the piano at our church. That fact alone ensured that me and my younger brother spent a lot of time going to church with her. As if that weren't enough, my grand paw was the ranking deacon. The church was located near a railroad crossing community known to the locals as “Pokey”, short for Pocahontas. In days past the congregation had numbered about 150 but as time past and the coal mines and lumber died off the membership dropped to about half as many. The little church hung on like a snapping turtle and in 1947 it was reborn in the form of a new cement block building to replace the old log and lumber structure. The grounds of the church included a cemetery and an area outdoor for things like dinner on decoration day. The church in those days was the focal point of small communities like Pokey. The pastor at Pokey was man named Virgil Key. Old Virg could make you smell brimstone and feel the heat of Hell's fire. It was said that nothing but true believers ever left one of his sermons. Preacher Key held prayer meeting on Wednesday along with the Sunday services. Like I said me and Lowell spent lots of time at Pokey while momma played the piano. Back then most women in our area didn't drive. They relied on their husbands to drive them and their kids to church. Oddly enough, a lot of the husbands opted not to attend the service. Instead they would gather in the church parking or picnic area and discuss local gossip or news. This behavior was accepted as normal at about all local country churches. My father and my uncle Bill were both part of this mind-set. Never the less they expected us to go to church every Sunday. Nobody but nobody kept their wife and kids out of church. And so it was, we all believed and trusted in God. I used to like to sneak outside and listen to the men talk. Usually they'd all lean up against their cars and talk. If the church windows were open the men would move down to the picnic grounds. They would all sort a squat down in a circle and smoke Camels and Luckys. Lots of them rolled their own and smoked Bugler and Prince Albert. These fellers always wore the best clothes they had because Sunday and church demanded as much. My dad was a champion of clean shined shoes. He said it was a good sign. That being the case, I always checked to see who in the group was wearing clean shoes. A silly trait, or is it? Kind of stands to reason that mothers with unruly kids would take them out for dad to watch. So it was with J.W. Tune. Don't remember what the J.W. stood for and it don't matter any how. He was a Marine veteran that survived the Pacific blood bath and made it home. He married his high school sweetheart and started a new life free of what he'd seen in the service. J.W. and his wife Flora had one child. His name was Drew. Named after Flora's brother that had died in the D-Day invasion in Europe, Drew was a fine happy little boy. I recall one particular Sunday when Drew was really full of energy and Flora had to take him out side to let J.W. watch him. He calmed right down when he got to his dad. I slipped outside and went to the picnic area to listen to the men talk. Drew was getting lots of attention. Even at his age he was learning to put on a show for those around him. J.W. told us that Flora had made the shirt that his son was wearing. It was white with two beautiful embroidered butterflies. Drew wanted us all to take notice of it. That particular Sunday was beautiful as only southern Sundays can be. Even after the passage of sixty five years I can close my eyes and remember the sight of Drew and the others. That would be the last time I'd ever see little Drew alive. Drew was struck down by Polio before next Sunday came around. The next and last time I would see him and his pretty shirt was at his funeral. For some reason I've never forgotten little Drew and his shirt with butterflies. According to preacher Key, Drew is in heaven waiting for us. I truly believe that to be the case.

Water Melons and Yellow Jackets

When I was a kid my family rented a house from a man named Louie Tittle. That house, unlike all the others we'd lived in, was new. Built from lumber that had been salvaged from the Brook Side mining camp. It was a neat little house with three rooms and a small kitchen. The house had no running water or indoor plumbing. The heating system consisted of a large fireplace and the kitchen cook stove. The fireplace was a thing of beauty. It was out of place in the small spartan house. As a matter of fact, that fireplace is a story all its own. The house was built on land that bordered on a big farm owned by the George Tucker family. The Tucker cash crops were cotton and water melons. They also raised about everything they needed including tobacco on a separate piece of land. Slipping into your neighbors melon patch is a right of passage to rural southern kids. Knowing that he didn't have time to guard his melon patch, Mr Tucker allowed the local kids to take small melons for free. Two rules applied, don't steal the big ones and no melon plugging period. Me and my baby brother would take our "Radio Flyer" wagon and bring home a wagon load of small water melons. We'd put the melons under our bed to keep them cool. Fine eating to say the least.
Brother and me took off to the water melon patch one particular morning hoping to avoid the hot mid day temperature of July. We arrived at the patch, loaded the wagon with melons and started back to the house. At one point along the trail we came across a spot where someone had pitched a few water melon rinds. For what ever reason I kicked the largest rind with my bare right foot. Unknown to me, that rind was infested with Yellow Jacket wasp. They was on me like stink on a skunk. The wasp seemed to like my poor right foot the most. My aunt Hattie claims she later counted some forty sting marks on my foot. I was laid up for a week with my swollen right foot.That encounter with them damned Yellow Jackets has followed me ever since.
The Yellow Jacket, Honey Suckle Vines and going bare foot are all part of growing up in the south. Those that have not experienced the south will never understand it's people or culture.