TO KILL OR NOT TO KILL

I have been ambivalent concerning the unborn children being slaughtered through the years; on one side I can see in a given situation it might be justified.

On the other hand it seems unfair that only one member should bear the full brunt of this action.

As I see it, there are three individuals involved in this process. Two have rights and one has none. A mama, papa, and a baby, who has been characterize as a non entity and sanitized by calling it a fetus.

To most expectant mothers it is a baby, and to call it anything else would be a misnomer. On balance I thought that the fact there are two post fetuses and one on going fetus perhaps it would be fair to kill all three. This would be a balanced approach it seems to me.

Those who slaughter pre born children belong to the “Attila the Hun” class for he had no consciousness of right and wrong, as long as it was expedient it needed no justification.

I considered the responsibility of the US Constitution and decided that it should protect the pre born children as well as the delivered children.

The Roe Vs Wade decision (in practice) says the Constitution allows you to kill them as long as they haven't popped out.

A Constitution which allows the slaughter of the innocents is a manipulative document and hardly worth supporting.

Jesus was a quite a bit harsh regarding those who would injure a little child.

Do you wonder what punishment awaits those who participate in any manner the taking of the lives of the unborn babes?

Matthew 18:6 but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it is better for him that a heavy millstone be hung around his neck, and that he be drowned in the depth of the sea.

THUGS IN OUR MIDST

Unions: "Keep slackers employed at High Paying Jobs" - image courtesy photo bucket.

LONGVIEW, Wash. (AP) — Hundreds of Longshoremen stormed the Port of Longview early Thursday, overpowered and held security guards, damaged railroad cars, and dumped grain that is the center of a labor dispute, said Longview Police Chief Jim Duscha.

On Labor Day, James Hoffa told a pro-union crowd in Michigan to take those Tea Party ‘son of a bitches’ out.  He told President Obama, who spoke just after the Teamsters president, that the unions were his army, and they were ready to fight for America.

Unions are immune from prosecution due in part that the police are union members themselves. They can terrorize people and vandalize property and nothing is done about it.

While Michelle Obama bemoans the culture of bullying in schools the President approves of the bullying by union members.

When Senator Barack Obama said Card Check would let workers, "bargain for their fair share of the wealth our country creates," he was saying when workers vote on becoming unionized there can be no secret ballot thereby exposing themselves to being harassed by these thugs.

The NLRB is a tool for taking over the whole of the workers of America and at present they have a Czar in Washington named Joe Biden and a President who is touting a jobs program designed to save union jobs.

A vote for Obama is a vote for union domination of this country.

THE WIND BLEW IN

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It was during the Second World War; my parents were separated and eventually were divorced.

My father had been working overseas when he came back to America. I was about fifteen and going nowhere, just trying to survive when my dad decided to try to help me with a trade. He came to where I was staying and announced that I was leaving Tennessee and going to California with him.

He also wanted the family car, a 1941 Chrysler which was a very nice car at the time. There was one problem, the tires were no good and there were none available; for you had to have a special ration stamp in order to even buy a recap.

We finally started out on our journey having to stop very often to repair flats. After much cussing and demeaning my mother which she didn’t hear for she was left in Tennessee; we found a man who said he would rent us some tires but would have to have $25.00 deposit on each tire and a promise to return them when we were through with them. Of course he knew we would never bring them back but that was his way to circumvent the laws at that time. The cost of tires was about $4.00 so he was making a big profit.

Then something happened that spoiled my trip. A woman was hitchhiking and my dad decided to give her a ride. Because of the difficulty in travel many people were hitching a ride especially service men. After all these years I remember the sequence of events that happened.

She (the woman) got in the back seat and started up a conversation with my dad. The weather was hot and she was dressed for the weather. As to makeup, let’s just say she was made-up.

The next thing I knew I had to get in the back seat at my father’s command which I hated. As the day wore on; mile after mile she moved closer and closer to my dad.  Her arm slid around his shoulder, caressing the back of his neck.

While having a good view of what was happening I was getting quite distressed. Stopping for gas, food and visiting the relief stations still wouldn’t allow me to return to the front seat.

It seems that there things unsaid and signals passed that my father understood better than I and darkness was coming upon us. Though I missed it there was an offer made (not of money) for her nights lodging.

We came to the town where we would spend the night and my dad drove to the edge of town to a well lighted place and told this lady she could get a ride there. She got out and I regained my rightful place in the front seat. The last thing I saw her do was to walk toward a serviceman who was hitching and she said; “Hey soldier!”

After a good nights rest we continued on our way and sometime later my dad somewhat nonchalantly said, “That old gal thought she was going to spend the night with me.”

I thought somewhat reflectively “I wonder what would have happened if I was not along.
It was as if a wind had blown in and then blew on its way.

TWO WORDS PARENTS HATE THE MOST

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As a parent there were two words I hated to hear from my kids, and as a boy I never said them. It wasn’t that I had not had the experience what these words signified; it was I knew what the response would be.

I will save you the trouble of trying to guess what they are by telling you they are, “I’m bored.”

I knew if I said them to my parents the response (if I got one) would be “Who cares.” Then I would be expected go find something to entertain myself with and at the same time told to “Stay out of trouble or else.”

For me boredom was born on the farm. There were no games except checkers. Our board was drawn on a piece of wood and soda pop caps were used as the men. One side used the caps right side up and the other upside down.

As it happened one day about mid-morning I got a bad case of boredom and since there was no TV, radio, computers or even a deck of cards, I went forth and sought out some kind of pleasure, anything to break my soul’s dearth of interest.

I found some relief by chopping on an old stump. My mind was inactive as I continued to chop, chop, and chop with a rhythm that almost mesmerized me.

At this time one of the local boys came up and tried to engage me in conversation, but I just ignored him.  He continued to try to get some attention which I refused to give him.

As I continued to chop he stuck his finger on the block and said; “HIT IT” - - as he quickly jerked it back.

I continued to chop but said; “Don’t do that or I will chop it off,” and continued to chop in rhythm.

This continued for awhile until the expected happened.  Then he let out a yell and said “Boy, look at what you have done, done!” and he took off running to my uncle’s house.

When I got to the house my uncle was trying to get the finger straighten out so he could wrap it up in place.

The axe I was using was very dull and a little piece of skin was uncut otherwise it would have been completely severed.

My uncle did some doctoring on animals and knew a little about first aid but had no bandages only a little disinfect. He milked several cows and sold the milk to a cheese factory. He had to strain the milk through milk pads which were made of cotton and gauze like material. So that served as a bandage for the finger and kept it in line (kinda) as it healed.

Since we lived several miles from town with no transportation except walking,  the boy was never treated by a doctor. This was complicated by the fact we had no money for a doctor.

As the days went by it looked his finger was going to rot off but in the end it healed up except it was a little crooked.

I got dressed down severely for my part in this deal, and in the light of what happened my defense of  “I told him not to do it,” seemed lame at the time.

For some reason it never bothered me as much as it did him.

This event broke up my boredom for this day but there was always going to be tomorrow to deal with.

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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

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I had a disturbing dream about Siamese twins. When I enquired as to their names I discovered they were named Debt and Slavery.

Without dwelling on the strange naming of these twins, I concentrated on the fact they were co- joined and while being independent there was no separation between them.

One fact was that wherever debt went slavery was obliged to tag along.

So goes my poor analogy because whenever there is debt acquired also there is servitude via a signed contract. As another has said “it is a mortgage on your future. It doesn’t matter how the debt was acquired you have given up a part of your life. There are times when it is necessary to give in to this process in order to get things necessary for living but at other times it is for things we don’t need.

Then there is the issue of power of attorney wherein others act for us. A case in point is how the government can obligate us to trillions of dollars not necessarily for our benefit. Every few years we get to convey our approval or disapproval of those who act for us.

Our next opportunity to express ourselves will be in 2012. The image of the Siamese twins looms large in my mind as we approach that date.

An interesting treatise on this subject can be found at the site below.

Http://www.dailykos.com/story/2011/01/03/933143/-Why-the-rich-get-richer-and-poor-get-poorer?via=sidebyuserrec

THE RELATIVE

Good Bye

THE RELATIVE

Come hither afore you travel on. Whither you go or stay it’s never mind.

Thither you should be traveling on. Nether do I sing the sad song.

Thy face I’ll pretend to miss, but thoughts of you I fain to diss.

And with wryly scorn my lips doth hiss.

Thy absence has brought pleasant relief, Because you have oft been a thief,

It’s my belief I shall suffer a relief. Of the baser ones you are chief.

So brother dear come no more. Never again enter my front door.

When you fade from my sight, the ecstasy of joy returns.

Say not he cannot bring joy for his noble departure brings no regrets to anyone.

Fare- thee-well unwelcome one, evermore.

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FACE THE OTHER WAY PLEASE

FACE THE OTHER WAY PLEASE

This is how many feel when ever so slightly bruised. They do not want the offender to leave, only stand near while the pouted lips are satisfied.

So many hearts are laid bare on Facebook which has become a personal friend to whom you can tell your deepest secret problems to.

 It would be perfect if it could keep my secrets but alas it tells my all.

Therein are all the laments of the young maidens revealed. Alas, tomorrow is another day it will be better…..

A CERTAIN WOMAN

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,

And drink your rushing words with eager lips,

And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,

And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.

When you rehearse your list of loves to me,

Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.

And you laugh back, nor can you ever see

The thousand little deaths my heart has died.

And you believe, so well I know my part,

That I am gay as morning, light as snow,

And all the straining things within my heart

You'll never know.

Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,

And you bring tales of fresh adventuring, --

Of ladies delicately indiscreet,

Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.

And you are pleased with me, and strive anew

To sing me sagas of your late delights.

Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,

Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.

And when, in search of novelty, you stray,

Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ....

And what goes on, my love, while you're away,

You'll never know.

DORTHY PARKER

NO MAIL?

The USPD is trying to get a bailout to keep it from becoming default. It is stated that there is a 5.5 billion dollar shortfall and they need more money now.

One might ask, “Why they are in this predicament?”

The answer might be in the fact their unions have gotten their members wages that are 20% above comparable jobs in the private area.

It could be that there are 200,000 more employees than are needed to do their job and their union wont allow anyone to be fired.

Perhaps it could be as reported in the Foundry; “The Postal Service employs three times as many union members as the US Auto industry, and, like the auto industry, employee benefit costs are crushing it.”

The unions are demanding a huge tax increase to pay their deficit contributions to their retirement and health funds.

For the first time in USA History, more union members worked for the government than worked in the private sector. This number will only grow as the President’s jobs program will be primarily the high price union jobs or government jobs.  So far the answers to this problem are higher taxes and increasing the debt limit.

The president looks at union jobs as saved votes which he needs for his re-election.

Higher stamps price and less service will only result in delaying the overhaul that is needed to make it viable.

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RIGHT TO WORK

One of the needed steps to make this country solvent again is to pass a federal “Right to work law;” A law that would cover all the fifty States and territories. At present there are 22 States that have this open shop provision.

The present form of unionism is outdated and is holding this nation captive to their demands and is the formula for disaster. While I was in a union for many years I realized I had no voice in union matters. The union bosses of the international organization had all the power and the members were merely pawns that they used.

Since the last Presidential election the Vice President is the unofficial union czar and uses the full power of the administration to support all unions.

The unions have taken over the Democratic Party and loss of union financial support strikes fear into the heart of many representatives and keeps them in line.

We will never be able to compete with the other nations as long as the unions have their strangle hold on this country. We are in the throes of becoming a non-competing factor in the world’s economic system.

Gone are the days when we could rely on our technological ability to give us an edge for we have exported our research and development capabilities to other nations.

The proof of this is the balance of payments deficits every month.

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SOME THINGS YOU DON’T FORGET

In everyone’s life there some things that they never forget, and I have one such memory that will last as long as I do.

It was Saturday night and had been a busy day. My uncle Wiley got up as usual at five o'clock and milked his cows, he had about ten cows at this time. I didn't get up until about six o'clock because Wiley wouldn’t let me or anyone else milk his cows, he said they would make them go dry. I knew how to strip all the milk out from the cow properly but I didn't argue with him because I didn't like to milk.

Winter was about upon us, so the truck that picked the milk only ran once a day because the weather was cold enough to keep the milk cold overnight.

We spent the day doing menial tasks needed to be done and we went down to the country store to get some kerosene for out lamps. This store was a general store for it had every thing a farmer needed from harness to clothes to beans. In the center of the store there was a large potbelly stove that could really put out the heat. If you came in cold a few minutes standing in front of it, would warm you up like toast.

They also had an old time gas pump where you used a pump handle to fill the glass bowl with as many gallons as you wanted and then it would be a gravity flow in to your tank. Since our mule didn't use gas we didn't have any need for it.

If your can for kerosene didn't have a cap on the pouring spout they would jam a potato on it so it wouldn't leak out. After we got home the cows were mooing and wanted to be milked, they also got some sweet feed while being milked so they probably had that in mind also.

Saturday night was special for the Grand Ole Opry was on the WSM radio station. It was about the only time we used the battery radio. The battery had forty D cell batteries joined together and worked as one. The cost was very high for a farmer to pay so we didn’t use it very much. There were several segments where different groups were on and we had our favorites and would only listen to them.  Minnie pearl, Rodney Brassfield, String Bean and a host of others.

Now what I really wanted to tell you was, after we had enjoyed our weekly treat, we went to bed and the next morning the cows were mooing very loudly. So even I got up to see what was going on. When we looked outside there was two feet of snow on the ground and it was very cold. 

While that wasn't such a big deal, the thing was we had been talking all summer about cutting our winter wood supply but never got around to it. We didn’t have a stick of wood for a fire in the fire place. Talk about an empty feeling, we had trouble getting the barn doors open and getting the milk to the milk stool for pickup.

After a bite of breakfast we decided that we had better get some wood cut for it was almost freezing. Over the next few days, with great difficultly we finally got enough wood cut to last until the snow melted and made it easier to get the wood in.

Many things happen on the farm but this one thing still remains strong in my memory for seeing that snow was too, too, much.

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