Satan The Destroyer

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The Devil made me do it.  Believe it was Flip Wilson who coined the term first.  Satan wanted to destroy the world, so he gave the world drugs.  Shortly thereafter he realized that not all the people in the world were going to do drugs, only the weak, the ineffective, the true losers in life.  The proverbial Monkey Wrench enters the picture, the snag in the master plan has been discovered.   He had to come up with something else.

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Technology is eating our lives.

As anyone who knows me will testify, I am not a big fan of technology (used wrong) gadgets, do-dads and the latest whatever to hit the retail market.  I am old school, make no bones about it, and firmly believe that FakeBook and the Internet are not improving the nature of communication in this country, they are slowly eroding it.  We are placating our children with it, so we don’t have to interact with them, we use it to avoid people instead of reaching out to them, and in general, they just take away from the quality of life and do not add to it.

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Old School …

imagesDo you remember when the Milkman delivered milk to your front door, and you could sneak over to his truck and get a handful of chipped ice.

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LIFE IS FRAGILE AT BEST

imgres“For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.”

Nelson Mandela

You can tell the measure of a society by the way they treat their criminals.  Beside’s our lousy economy, we as a nation, also lead the world in prisons and citizens that we have locked down.

Every now and then you will read where in a rush to judgement, we send someone off to our particular version of living hell on earth, without batting an eye, and at the same time, assuring his innocence or guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.  

I am reading an article in the LA Times, where a Texas man has been released from prison after twenty-five years of being wrongly convicted of beating his wife to death.  He has been found to be innocent of the crime by way of DNA evidence and another man will now stand trial for the crime. (Texas also leads the nation in capitol punishment and has even executed a retarded man)  

His trial was two full years before DNA evidence became courtroom-validated and was found acceptable for use in courts in this country as a possible form of un-fallible evidence. 

Think about it, twenty-five years of your life spent behind bars for a crime you did not commit.  

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In the interview he was surprisingly not bitter.  He said it wasn’t all that bad after the second decade, but his overall picture of the trial and subsequent lock-down was “scary, very scary.”  I have also heard of another guy in New Jersey that had the same problem.  

His conviction was for fifteen years, and he sued New Jersey for lost wages and suffering, and eventually won the settlement, which was paid to him “less money paid to his wife for welfare during the period,” which New Jersey said “they were entitled to.”  Which is kind of ironic, they take the man from the family unit and lock him up, leaving the wife to fend for herself with no marketable skills and then claim that they are owned monies for this. 

 What a country.

It’s as if you are waking up from a very bad dream, a dream most of us will never have a hint of what it would be like to have to endure something this cruel and unusual.  Think of Nelson Mandela  all those years locked up in an African prison for what, for nothing more than asserting that he was a free man.  

 It just boggles the mind, at least for me, it does.

Then there is the “what if?” factor.  Where circumstance comes into play, and you get sucked down the modern day version of the rabbit hole.

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At one time or another, I suppose we all wonder who it is that we might be, where it was that we came from, why am I here?  It is only natural in the progression of life to wonder about these things.  

But what if you are shut down in some state or federal prison for no earthly reason, then what?  When you have no logical explanation of your dire circumstance.

Let’s try another one shall we?  

What if you slipped in the shower or fell down some stairs, and when you came awake, you did not know who you were?  How would you handle that?  

Your entire memory is wiped clean by a simple pit fall or stumble.  So one day, you are the CEO of a major corporation and you slip in your office bathroom in Phoenix, Arizona, and wake up in a hospital.  Without a clue of who, what, where, when and why?

 Kind of scary eh.

So to make matters even worse, when the doctor looks at you and says “What is your name?” you have no working knowledge of the word name and you do not know its meaning.  

When introduced to your wife of some 30 years, you do not know what the word “wife” means.

What would you do if you found yourself in this predicament, with untreatable form of memory loss or worse locked down for a major portion of your life.  “What would you do, when you look around the room and survey your world, and nothing, absolutely nothing, registers with you, what then?  When you step outside into the sunlight and find a totally New World?

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Twenty-five years, is a long time.  What do you tell yourself when you do the math,

and your life comes up short, 9,125 days?

Who picks up the tab for that?

OOO

Off The Wagon

imgres One thing about New Years Resolutions or good intentioned policies to improve your life, they are seldom effective.  I believe it is because (in my case) we are weak and do not have the disciplines needed to obtain the goals.

I fell off the wagon this week.  

Tuesday, being a slow day and all, I went over to the internet bus boards and took a little look around to see what was going on.  I just had an urge or a compulsion to see some poorly written missives, bad spelling, idiotic ideas and general BS.  Kind of disappointed in myself, I almost made thirty whole days without any of it. Now there is one wrinkle here I found interesting.  One or two of the main complaints being posted on the boards was “the lack of interest or how boring they had gotten and the fact that no one was posting.”

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I found this amusing, coming from a group of people who rushed in like dogs to lick up their own vomit when someone posted and they felt compelled to critique each and every syllable of it.

Perhaps I can explain it?

There are three things in this life that I try my best to steer clear of.

  1. Religion, no good ever comes out of a discussion on religion, too many people see it in different perspectives.
  2. Politic’s, which I try my level best to stay away from, mainly because I do not truly respect the process or have great knowledge of its workings in relationship to the common man.  Because I never have anything good to say about it period.
  3. Last would be guns and how I see them, and their role in society.  Criminals, or at least the people I view as being criminal and the total lack of enforcement of law.

Over a period of time, I have slowly broken two of the three here, and regrettably, I don’t feel right about it.  My main problem as some would see it, would be my apparent ignorance on any of the three issues on any given day of the week.  I don’t have any real answers, I do have solutions, but apparently most of the time, no one is listening.

My misanthropic outlook on life has a tendency to remove me from the mainstream and to make my viewpoints, thoughts, somewhat irrelevant to what most would consider the norm.  As they are often considered irrational or clearly out of the boundaries of societal values as we know them today.  Much too often, I find myself having to defend my viewpoints and that has grown tiresome.

It might be time for me to just shut up and live out the rest of my life in whatever harmony that I can scrape up and let the rest of it just go to hell. Anywho, I am back on the wagon …. Hello my name is Don, and I have gone two whole days without frequenting bus boards and subjecting myself to a host of internet critic’s.

Now I am off to Facebook, I hear three of my friends there unfriended me.

OOO

It’s All In How You Look At It

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Looking Back On It All … 2012

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We are sitting under a fresh blanket of snow, a white Christmas here in the Heartland.  I watch the birds out in the yard, pecking away at the food I put out for them, and see them hide behind an old tractor tire to get out of the fierce northern wind.  I am reminded of how fortunate I am in this life, and the hardships that I have to bear, seem to almost fade away when I look at their collective plight this cold winter day.

2012 was a pretty rough row to hoe for me, a lot of not so nice stuff happened to me personally in 2012.  I lost a couple of really good friends to cancer, lost some more or along the way quite by accident, and my money didn’t even slow down when it got to me.  Life takes it collective pound of flesh and I bled a little bit.  But I came out the other side, 2013 is right around the corner, nothing turns out the way you expect it to anyway.

“If everything went the way we wanted, the way we expected it all to be, that would be awfully boring. 

Wouldn’t you agree?”

Much too often in 2012 I found myself wanting to steal away to my secret place and lick my wounds.  I found myself tiring of this daily fare of mayhem, malfeasance in business and government, war, and violence in this country.  I would usually drift back a long ways in time to find the sustenance of hope my soul required, all the way back to the days of my youth, to endless summers, under a hot sun.

I guess we all want to backslide or go back to the time that we affectionately refer to as “The Good Old Days” that mythical time in our lives when things were considerably less stressful and simpler.  For my money, I am going to say it was better, at least for me it was.

Life was much slower — Violence in those days was almost unheard of.  There was a simple code, if you had a problem with someone, after school you met them in the park and you duked it out.  About the worse thing that could happen to you was a bloody nose.  I do not every recall anyone shooting anyone or even hearing of such a thing.  Disputes were settled quickly and fairly, at the Grove, about 3:30 P.M. after the last bell.

If you were really nasty or outright mean, they usually just locked you up. 

Period.

Here is the point, nothing has really changed about the accessibility of guns, but the character of the man.  Guns are somewhat harder to obtain than they used to be true, but the people who are buying them have changed considerably over the years.  America as far as guns has not changed all that much, in 2012 we again attained the status of being the #1 Arms Supplier on the planet.  Our lives may have changed, lifestyles radically altered, and the nation as such, became more violent (at least that is what the media coverage would have you to believe) each day.

Who needs or wants anything to do with that?

We no longer start our day in school with a pledge or a prayer, and traffic doesn’t back up on Sunday to make it difficult for anyone to get to the alter or our favorite seat in the pew down front.  We “claim to be a nation of Christians, but act like pagans” in our day to day lives.  Our churches are mainly empty and shallow, almost to the point of being museums.  Money is our god and greed is our lifestyle.

The good old days.

On any given day, you could walk through the high school parking lot and observe that half of the vehicles parked there were trucks with the windows down and the doors unlocked.  In rural America, most of these trucks carried as standard equipment, an FFA Sticker (Future Farmers Of America or a Wetland/Ducks America Decal in the back window) a gun rack with at least one gun (usually loaded).  You didn’t have to loop the chain around the spare tire, you didn’t need a locking gas cap.  People respected your stuff and you did the same.  If you got into trouble at school, then you were in BIG TROUBLE at home, before you even got home.

The America I live in now is not even a glimpse of what it used to be and I find that so sad.  There are no hero’s on our horizons for our youth to admire or emulate, we have no visible good guys left in society to look up to.  The argument that is so popular now …. “Is this a great country or what?” …. Is certainly not easy to sell here at home or abroad.

Although my memory regrettably not as sharp as it used to be, sometimes fools me into believing all of this is going to get better.  But deep down, I fear it is not.  I almost know it is not.  I am almost certain.  We have become lax (lazy) we do not pay attention to details.  We no longer teach our young the basic’s of civility.  They no longer respect their elders, the flag, authority, or have any kind of accountability to God.  All important notions when you wax fondly back to the “Good Old Days.”

As we turn another page and head off into a bright new future (at least that is what I am being told awaits us) I have no real idea if the “Good Old Days” were any better at all.  But please, please, do not try and convince me that these times we live in now are all that great.

They aint — And I just cannot buy into it.

OOO

Mexi-Merica

This is going to be a little bit hard to write, without sounding like “so much sour grapes” but I am going to give it a shot anyway.

We ate Chinese today, there is a little place on the south side of town, been eating there for 15-20 years.  We have watched the owners’ children grow up, go thru school and on to college, seen the place change decor a couple of times over the years.  We have been good, steady customers of this nice small restaurant for quite a long time.

Because we had moved to the country, we had not eaten there in a couple of years, and as luck would have it, today we found ourselves there in the midst of the lunch crowd at a little booth in the back of the room.  The food as always was super and we were hungry so it made for a good mix.  In some ways, it was almost like before, old home week, call it what you want.

Except for one thing, and that is this.

“No one in the room was speaking English, the entire restaurant had been taken over by people of Mexican and/or Hispanic origin.  And no one was speaking the King’s English.  Which is, if you are like me, a person who doesn’t speak the language or understand Spanish, well, it was just a lot of noise.  Unfortunately, it kind of took away from the meal and it was upsetting.”

It appears that I am now officially in the minority in this country, a white, tax paying member of society.  I am also slowly but surely being run out or pushed aside by more than one race of people who were not born here.  Mexican’s and Asian’s are now the two fastest growing segments of our society in America.  They are also a lot different from what I am used to.

The Mexicans are proud of their country, culture and lifestyle and try to preserve it as much as possible even when they are living anywhere other than Mexico. The Mexican Americans however don’t have to make much effort as the neighboring countries have quite a lot in common.

So, the Mexican American culture is a blend of the culture of both countries, while distinctly being Mexican. This cultural blend stands out amongst many other ethnic groups living in the USA.  Now on the other hand, the American Culture, such as it is, fragmented, diverse, and very much mixed, doesn’t stand much of a chance of survival in this day and age.

Mexicans while very big on family life (the center of their culture really) are doing well and thriving.  While on the American side of the scale, they are divorcing in record numbers and the family unit is quickly disappearing in this country.

A lot of these people are being provided benefits for free, all they had to do is show up.  I had to serve six years in the military in order to qualify for some of mine (the very few I have left).  Most of us had to go to school, graduate and learn a skill before going to work.  All they had to do is cross what was or is basically an open border.  The truly sad thing is the way they are exploited by those who hold the purse strings, and often, entered into almost involuntary servitude (wage slavery) by American businessmen.

Only a few pay taxes, in my home state only one in five bother to purchase car insurance, they quickly sign up for social programs and assistance, not only for themselves, but their entire family.  In other words, they don’t play by the rules, take more than they give back.  Now I know that sounds harsh, but it is a proven reality in this country and has been this way for a long time.

You know, if you take a frog and dump him in a pot of hot water, he will jump right out.  But take the same frog, place him in a pan of cold water, then apply the heat slowly just a little at a time, and he will stay in the pot until he dies.

Why?  

“Because you changed his environment, a little bit at a time, not all at once.”

Same thing here.  Inch by inch, slowly but surely, the fabric of this country is being re-arranged.  The signage is slowly shifting to Spanish first and English second, one milepost at a time, this country is going down the tubes (the America that I grew up in and loved).

Today, while sitting in this noisy crowded little restaurant it came home to haunt me.  I am slowly becoming a stranger in my own land, and of course, I resent it.  This is no longer an immigration issue, this is colonization of a country, plain and simple.

And I honestly feel I have to wonder about this one simple fact of life.

In the end, will there be any room left for me?

OOO

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Back To Basics

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This post is guarenteed to be 100% free of political rant type speech.  It is however loaded with bovine excrement (BS) and a few political opinions (observations) caution is therefore advised.

The all too familiar strains of “Troubadour” by George Straight, are on my radio this morning, and I wax nostalgic for what a lot of us call “The Old Days.”  That mysterious time in our life, when our mind does its very best to convince us that those were the months (and sometimes years), that were truly the best.

But we all know, they simply didn’t fill the bill.

Back in the old days, when wintertime got me down, when the pressures of life, seemed greater than I could bear, I would slink out into the garage.  Pull up an old plastic milk cartoon, fire up my Harley, and sit there and just sip on my Jack Daniels and Coke, listen to the sounds of the motor ka-thumping – Ka-thumpin’ away in its hypnotic rhythms and just forget about whatever that was buggin me at that juncture in time.  Life I find now, a little more hectic and not so simple.

Recently emerging from my temporary brain freeze I have realized one simple fact.  I am virtually powerless to stop what is happening in this country on a now daily basis.

I cannot help it if your world has fractured and your political party is full of moron’s and there is no hope on the horizon for you and those like you. It is not my fault that American politics’ have brainwashed a great many into misdirected mindless rhetoric and trained you to think like a dog (Might pay to remember, if you are not the lead dog in the pack, then the view is always going to be the same).

It is not my fault as the fabric of American society unravels, which leaves us but one option … We Have To Learn How To Deal With It.

People who do not learn from their mistakes are prone to repeat them, this being a new month, and a fresh start of sorts, has convinced me that I am ripe for some kind of change in my life.

I remember coming home from the service and hiring out to ride the rails.  One of the first things I learned was in order to get along, to be a good member of the tribe; I had to learn some social mores of the day.

One of them being this:  “It is best to NEVER discuss religion or politics’ with anyone, friend or foe.”  Nothing … Absolutely nothing .. good can come of it.

Now if you will excuse me, it is time for “The View” where all the girls get together and discuss the important issues of life,  The time of day, I sit in the chair and listen, while I read my USA Today.  A time to listen as Liz-A-Beth tells us about the  meaning of the word Octopus and how it is a new term for an eight sided vagina and Joy informs the audience that trampoline is a lubricant very popular with loose women.

It aint much, but it beats the **** out of politics.

Bottom line:  “Religion/Politics? …  Just don’t do it.  Talk about the weather, the crops, the kids that graduated and moved away to work in the big city shops …  Speak nothing of Washington DC and nothing of all this trouble that mountains of free money seems to bring.

“Just leave all that other crap alone.”  You will live longer.

OOO


The Daily Weenie Report

Hey guys, you are doing great, if you have not looked at the counter lately, take a gander at the numbers, over 915,000 we are going to hit the goal of 1 million visitors this month, a full two months early. This is a lofty accomplishment we have done, can anyone point out a webpage that has exceeded a million hits in ten months, I doubt it.

This is why I say this is one of the fastest growing blogs on wordpress.com, because like it or not, it is.  Thanks for passing the address around troops, it has surely made a difference.

My wife says I ought to “sugar coat this every now and then” which would be fine, but it would also be lying.  Running fast and loose with the truth is not always successful and often will end up coming back to bite you in the end.

Excess is relative, and inveterate liars often find it hard to understand why others object to a bit of embroidery.  And in this view I sympathize a little, for what blogger would refuse to stretch a point here, fill a gap there, round a corner in the another place, if that were needed to make a true story better?

Which brings me to the point my wife of many years is constantly trying to make.  She always says to me “You take a little story, and then you make it much BIGGER.

Which is not necessarily true, “What I do Is embellish in order to clarify” there is a distinct difference.

I am myself, in most things, as honest as I can conveniently be, and when I tell you a true story as I have already, and will do frequently in the future, I will do my level best to tell it as accurately as I can.  Now on the other hand, you have some who will kind of round it all off, stretch it a little bit favorably in their direction or just outright lie.

They are called elected officials “Democrats and Republicans” boys & girls.

Please remember when you visit this site, one of the fastest growing blogs on the WordPress.com forum and the home of the Oprah Winfrey Couch Jumper Hopeful, that he will do his level best to enhance the good life in America for the benefit of others.  Never try to take away from them.  And at the same time, he doesn’t have all the answers, most of the time, he has even forgotten the questions.

But our resolve is strong, our goals are real.

It is our profound hope that we can help you in any matter that is bothering you and that we can at the same time point out to you in this, a totally New Year, that you are the answer to the dilemmas in your life.  You are the answer to God’s expectations in your life.  You are the answer to that which is required of you in this plan.

Not Creative Endeavors … Not Mr. Obama … None of those count.

We, as a race of people, have no valid excuse to be a failure before God or men.  We have to start doing what we know is the right thing, and we need to adhere to the rules of life that we are supposed to know at this juncture in time.  It is time to stop waiting on others to get it together, we are the answer, it is our duty to tell those who do not understand, our problems, our concerns, fears and anxieties, the truth regardless if they want to hear it or not.

Like I have pointed out …

We are the answer, they work for us, from Mr. Obama all the way down.

Bush is gone, or soon to be, and we will not have him to kick around anymore.  If we keep doing what we have been doing, then it is fairly safe to assume, we are going to get more of what we didn’t want to have in the first place.

If you want to experience peace, tranquility, security in this New Year, then it is up to you to start doing things better.  Pick up a telephone or write a letter (95% of them have email now).

To know what is right and not to do it, is the worst cowardice.

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The Old Days

Think back to when you were growing up in South Dakota or Nebraska or somewhere where three billion people have never been and times were just as tough.

When you had to, like my dad, walk 14 miles to school each day round trip, uphill BOTH ways on never a nice day, to a one-room school house.

This after he had milked twenty-seven cows, strung a mile of barbed wire and plowed two acres by flashlight behind Ol Rivers the family Mule.

You remember those days … don’tcha?

Every now and then I will remember them when my four year old grandchild climbs up in my lap and says “Tell me a story about the olden days Grandpa.” Then it all comes rushing back, the seat on a bucket in the high-chair-step-ladder in the kitchen, and the home style haircut that dad used to give me to save .75 cents.

A haircut that was so bad that it made me cry when the kids at school laughed at me the next day. The afternoon sitting at the kitchen table “writing my words” on the paper with big lines and a pencil.

Reading the newspaper to my mama when she cooked supper because my teacher sent a note home that said “Donnie isn’t reading very good, he needs a lot of work.” Learning how to do fractions and homework instead of going outside to play with the dog.

No daycare in the fifties … Back in those days … You raised YOUR kid. Someone else did not do it.  It was your JOB … It was expected of YOU.

Kids today have it good, they are too soft, and we are turning them into non functioning dummies. Video gaming, text messaging (which butchers the language brutally), and an age of convenient shortcuts. Cell phones, cheat sheets, calculators, computers.

The short road to oblivion.

In my 19 — none on your business — school photo album I see all the pictures of the generation that was going to change it all. Glancing thru my old classmates book I see seven future doctors, two Nobel Prize Winners, three preachers, two generals and one of the first female airline pilots. Missing are lying senators, presidents, bankrupt savings and loan officers, stock merchants, very few rotten apples in the entire bunch.

Why? Because they slapped the crap out of us in those days and they MADE US learn something, they forced us to take something with us on our journey thru puberty. If you were a problem, they didn’t cut you loose at the end of the day, you got detention. You paid for your sins.

They made us learn how to read.

It used to be “if you got into trouble at school, you were in trouble at home. And I mean BEFORE you got home” now days it just isn’t so. So now you know why eight out of ten American high school graduates cannot even make change for a dollar, because they never had the daylights’ beat out of them in the primary grades that is why. Why kids in Eastern/Western Europe, Japan and most of Asia kick our butts in just about any type of scholarly competition.

When you do not learn, then you are doomed to a lifetime of Anger Management classes at the local family health clinic, instead of being a productive citizen and family maker. Having virtually no education disables a kid before they even have a shot at the American Dream, that is, what is left of it these days.

We have a society being run increasing by dysfunctional illiterates and we have no one to blame but ourselves.  Our neglect of our young is now our curse

The sixties were very good to me, so therefore, I can understand our President who frequently speaks in terms of often-mocked malapropisms that could stem from dyslexia, or a lack of education in his youth. He certain seems to have his share of problems forming and processing words or sentences.

But when you stop to think about it, he doesn’t need to be big on language, he is after all from Texas.

So when he says something like: “We brung some dead deer parts that Cheney shot to Aunt Martha’s place and she showed us how to stew ‘em in this big pot and then we gorged ourselves on them to excess” that is wrong.

But it sounds much better than “bursting.”

In closing I must admit that I haven’t a clue on the use of the split infinitive, I might have known it at one time or another, but like I have said before, “The sixties were really good to me” and that is my only proffered excuse at this time.

Today I find myself thankful that I can read, I do have a command of the language, and I can thank my teachers, my parents for that. Also, I am just glad that my current social status in this life, doesn’t require me to have a “power vocabulary, do simple math, dress for success or to live in Texas.”

Got to go! I am late for my class on Pumpkin Carving for the Criminally Insane.

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