SERVICE

I  became confused when I heard these terms with reference to the word ’service’.  

Internal Revenue  ‘Service’ 
U.S. Postal  ‘Service’ 
Telephone ‘Service’ 
Cable TV ‘Service’  
Civil  ‘Service’ 
State, City, County & Public  ‘Service’ 
Customer ‘Service’  

This is not what I  thought ’service’ meant.  But today, I overheard two farmers talking, and one of them said he had hired a bull to ’service’  a few cows.  

 

BAM!!!  It all came into focus.

Now  I understand what all those ’service’ agencies are doing to us.  Now you are as enlightened as I am.

 

ggs

 

WHAT KEEPS YOU UP AT NIGHT????

If you don’t think we are between a rock and a hard place thinks about this.

Government at every level is worse than broke. Our currency, the US dollar, is hemmorrhaging legitimacy.

Inability to service old debt at all levels or incur new debt.

Bad (toxic) debt lurking off balance sheets everywhere.

The housing bubble fiasco is far from over.

Unemployment rising implaccably. So-called “consumers” unable to consume consumables.

Crucial energy import supply lines fragile. Food supply subject to energy problems and climate abnormalities.

A world full of other societies who would enjoy watching us fail and suffer.

Have a real nice day now.

ggs

 

Wondering About Israel

I wonder how much further Israel is going to allow Obama to push . It seems to me that any day now she will simply blow Iran into glass.

It makes me wonderwhat  Obama will do when this happens. Will he stand behind Isareal or will he simply turn his affections toward his own.

I also wonder what the  Ameican people will say.

As for me I say Israel will pull the trigger before this year ends.

I just wonder where this will place us in the end times.

ggs

 

poem

POEM – Illegal  Immigrants

thanks Jane

I cross ocean,
poor and broke,

Take bus,
see employment folk.

Nice man
treat me good in there,
Say I need
go see Welfare.

Welfare say,
“You come no more,

We send cash
right to your door.”

Welfare checks,
they make you wealthy,

Medicaid
it keep you healthy!

By and by,
Got plenty money,

Thanks to you,
TAXPAYER dummy.

Write to friends
in motherland,

Tell them
‘come, fast as you can’

They come in turbans
and Ford trucks,

I buy big house
with welfare bucks.

They come here,
we live together,
 
More welfare checks,
it gets better!

Fourteen families,
they moving in,

But neighbor’s patience
wearing thin.

Finally, white guy
moves away,
. .
I buy his house,
and then I say,

“Find more aliens
for house to rent.”

In my yard
I put a tent.

Send for family
they just trash,
…
But they, too,
draw welfare cash!

Everything is
very good,
Soon we own
whole neighborhood.

We have hobby
it called breeding,

Welfare pay
for baby feeding.

Kids need dentist?
Wife need pills?

We get free!
We got no bills!

TAXPAYER crazy!
He pay all year,
To keep welfare
running here.

We think America
darn good place!
Too darn good
for white man race.

If they no like us,
they can scram,
Got lots of room
in Pakistan.

 

Genesis 47:13-27

This originated with a Baptist minister in Virginia . I think it speaks volumes about where we are today.  Please read with an open mind.

  Genesis 47: 13-27

   Good morning, brothers and sisters; it’s always a delight to see the

pews crowded on Sunday morning, and so eager to get into God’s Word.  

Turn with me in your Bibles, if you will, to the 47th chapter of Genesis;

we’ll begin our reading at verse 13, and go through verse 27.  Brother

Ray, would you stand and read that great passage for us? In God we

Trust

   … Thank you for that fine reading, Brother Ray.  So we see that economic hard times fell upon Egypt , and the people turned to the government of Pharaoh to deal with this for them.  And Pharaoh nationalized the grain harvest, and placed the grain in great storehouses that he had built.  So the people brought their money to Pharaoh, like a great tax increase, and gave it all to him willingly in return for grain.  And this went on until their money ran out, and they were hungry again.

   So when they went to Pharaoh after that, they brought their livestock – their cattle, their horses, their sheep, and their donkey – to barter for grain, and verse 17 says that only took them through the end of that year.  But the famine wasn’t over, was it?

   So the next year, the people came before Pharaoh and admitted they had nothing left, except their land and their own lives.  ”There is nothing left in the sight of my lord but our bodies and our land.  Why should we die before your eyes, both we and our land?  Buy us and our land for food, and we with our land will be servants to Pharaoh.”  So they surrendered their homes, their land, and their real estate to Pharaoh’s government, and then sold themselves into slavery to him, in return for grain.

   What can we learn from this, brothers and sisters?

   That turning to the government instead of to God to be our provider in hard times only leads to slavery?  Yes.  That the only reason government wants to be our provider is to also become our master?  Yes.

   But look how that passage ends, brothers and sisters!  ”Thus Israel settled in the land of Egypt , in the land of Goshen .  And they gained possessions in it, and were fruitful and multiplied greatly.”  God provided for His people, just as He always has!  They didn’t end up giving all their possessions to the government, no, it says they gained possessions!

   But I also tell you a great truth today, and an ominous one.  We see the same thing happening today – the government today wants to “share the wealth” once again, to take it from us and redistribute it back to us.

   It wants to take control of healthcare, just as it has taken control of education, and ration it back to us, and when government rations it, then government decides who gets it, and how much, and what kind.

   And if we go along with it, and do it willingly, then we will wind up no differently than the people of Egypt did four thousand years ago – as slaves to the government, and as slaves to our leaders.

   What Mr. Obama’s government is doing now is no different from what Pharaoh’s government did then, and it will end the same..

   And a lot of people like to call Mr. Obama a “Messiah,” don’t they?  Is he a Messiah, a savior?  Didn’t the Egyptians say, after Pharaoh made them his slaves, “You have saved our lives; may it please my lord, we will be servants to Pharaoh”?

   Well, I tell you this – I know the Messiah; the Messiah is a friend of mine; and Mr. Obama is no Messiah!  No, brothers and sisters, if Mr. Obama is a character from the Bible, then he is Pharaoh.

  Bow with me in prayer, if you will.
   Lord, we pray for this nation.  We pray for revival, and we pray for deliverance from those who would be our masters.  Give us hearts to seek You and hands to serve You, and protect Your people from the atrocities of Pharaoh’s government.

   Lord, You alone are worthy to be served, and we rely on You, and You alone.  We confess that the government is not our deliverer, and never rightly will be.  We read in the eighth chapter of 1 Samuel, when Samuel warned the people of what a ruler would do, where it says “And in that day you will cry out because of your king, whom you have chosen for yourselves, but the LORD will not answer you in that day.”  And Lord, we acknowledge that day has come.  We cry out to you because of the ruler that we have chosen for ourselves as a nation..

 

 

Day Dreaming of Strazi’s of Greenville

The truth about Strazi’s in Greenville Missisissippi was it was just a beer joint, but it was the only place we had to go and it was a focal point of activity and teen drama.

I have many fond memories of the place. But it was just a beer joint, however lofty a perch it might attain in the minds and memories of all of us that littered the parking lot with our brain cells scatterred among the Pabst cans. People drank there, got in their cars and died.

Young lives senselessly lost.

This mythology of Strazi’s, of which I am a willing participant, is the reverse of Julius Caesar, the good living on, the evil often interred within the bones of memory.

I was one of the lucky ones who only have fun memories of that place. But those memories have a dark edge.

Ones I don’t like thinking about.

No one does.

 

Two drops of water

I had a long weeked. Hope this will hold you.

A lady goes to the bar on a cruise ship and orders a Scotch with two drops of water.  As the bartender gives her the drink she says,
 

‘I’m on this cruise to celebrate my 80th birthday and it’s today…’

The bartender says, ‘Well, since it’s your birthday,  I’ll buy you a drink.  In fact, this one is on me.’

As the woman finishes her drink, the woman to her right says, ‘I would like to buy you a drink, too.’

The old woman says, ‘Thank you.  Bartender, I want a Scotch with two drops of water.’

‘Coming up,’ says the bartender

As she finishes that drink, the man to her left says, ‘I would like to buy you one, too.’

The old woman says, ‘Thank you.  Bartender, I want another Scotch with two drops of water.’

‘Coming right up,’the bartender says.

As he gives her the drink, he says, ‘Ma’am,  I’m dying of curiosity.  Why the Scotch with only two drops of water?’

The old woman replies,
‘Sonny, when you’re my age, you’ve learned how to hold your liquor.  Holding your water, however, is a whole other issue.’

 

Dear Reader

Dear Reader

I have often heard the human body described as a temple. If this is, a true statement and I believe it to be. The mind must be the attic of the temple. For the last six or so months you have been allowed to explore mine.

I hope you have found maybe at least one treasure in all the piles of junk. I truly hope you didn’t find it to be dusty for I try to use it as much as possible.

I have written before and I will yet again that I am blown away by how many of you visit each day.

I hope that you can always find something new and different in my attic.

I always enjoy your feedback. It is nice to know there are people behind the little counter that keeps edging it way up.

It’s knowing that you are reading that causes me to keep on trying to think of something new each day.

Still, I know from time to time more interesting things catches our attention. If you should find yourself in this position please shut, the hide away stairs back up and into place when you leave and don’t forget to cut the light off.

Maybe some cold day this winter when it is too nasty to go out you will decide to visit again. Just know you are always welcome.

 Gary

PS  If you were busy yesterday and didn’t get a chance to visit. Scroll on down I found a great picture.

 

Welcome to the world Baby Boy

Today is the Fourth of July. A day we celebrate our country’s birthday. This is also a day at my house we remember my son’s birthday. He was born just before midnight on the fourth.  I will always remember that day. He was our first so that meant that every thing that happened that day was our first time.

Our doctor was off on his farm celebrating the fourth.

He said, “I’ll be there in plenty of time so go to the hospital. They will keep me a breast to what is happening.”

The hospital was a small medical building in Indianola, MS. If that does not ring a bell find, the Mississippi Delta and in the Northwest corner of the state lies Indianola.

For twelve hours, my wife had called me names I hadn’t even heard during my tour of service. One minute she was screaming for me to leave the room and the next she was demanding to know why I left her.

The nurses assured me that this would all pass as soon as the baby came. Toward the end, I don’t even think they believed it.

About 11:00 that night, the doctor walked in. His T-shirt was nasty and there was cow manure on his boots. When he shook my hand, I could smell alcohol on his breath. I started to ask if he possibly had another drink in the car. I could have certainly used one by then.

He assured me everything was fine , “The  first one always takes just a little longer.”  He went in to check on Pam and returned shortly to the hall.

“She is just about ready. The timing couldn’t be better either. I got another one next-door ready to make its day view also.”

With in minutes Pam was rolled out of one room and a young black woman was rolled out the room just up the hall. Back then, no one was allowed in the delivery room itself. All I saw was two moaning women being pushed through two huge swinging doors.

About fifteen minutes to twelve the nurse came out with a baby all wrapped in a blanket.

“Here’s your new son Mr. Simmons.”

I looked into the blanket and ask if my wife was ok at the same time.

“She’s fine, you can see her in a few minutes.”

“Nurse that’s not my baby.”

“I don’t know about that but it is your wife’s.” 

“No, that’s not what I mean. This baby belongs to the black woman that went in with my wife.”

 “Mr. Simmons, This is the baby the doctor handed me.”

 “No ma’am my baby aint’ black. This baby belongs to those other folks.”

 “You’re serious aren’t you?”

 “I sure am.”

“Mr. Simmons they all look that color when they first come into the world. Now go over there and look in that window. I am going to take him and place him in a crib where you can see him. He will start lighting up with in a few minutes.”

 She thought she was out of hearing distance when she passed another nurse.

 “You want believe what that guy standing back there just said.”

 I couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation but when she finished telling her tale, I certainly could hear the two of them laughing at my ignorance.

 Have a great fourth and don’t eat too much.

 

Naked Betty

I don’t plan on ever making this site some sort of place to post warnings and such. I simply didn’t have that in mind when I created it.

Still some times, it is only the right thing to do. I have thought about it and this is simply one of those times.

My neighbor Betty is a wonderful woman. She will do any thing to help any one. Every stray dog and cat in the neighborhood stops by her house when hungry. They all know she is easy touch.

Betty is also one of the most attractive females I have ever met. Another words Betty is drop dead gorgeous.

Now that I have said that, allow me to add one other thing. Betty’s elevator just doesn’t quiet make it all the way to the top floor. She will fall for any scam.

I once said that people interested in creating a scam goes by and tries it on Betty to see if it will work.

 I was taking the garbage out the other day at the same time Betty was. We stopped as we often do to chat for a few minutes.

Out of nowhere she said, “Tell Pam if the tick man comes by your house for her not to answer the door.”

“Tick man, what is a tick man, Betty?”

“It is some government agency. They say that our neighborhood is infected with some rare tick.”

“Really I haven’t heard or seen any thing about any tick infestation. How do they check for them any way?”

“Well, this real nice guy came to my door and explained that he was told I had ticks. Then he took out a magnifying glass and told me to take my clothes off and raise my hands over my head and dance around.”

“And you did this?”

“He was with the government and you know I am always feeding strays.”

I was now smiling, “Well, that is true. I didn’t think about it that way.”

“Any way I was dancing around there when it hit me. What if this guy isn’t with the government. Before I could say any thing Jimmy the paperboy came by and seen me being inspected right there in the living room door. The poor thing ran over the garbage can and liked to have hurt himself.”

“Don’t worry about Jimmy, he’s a tough kid.”

“Yeah, you’re  right about that. I’m running late for work. If they come by your house, make them show you some I.D. My inspector said he left his at home.”

She began to walk off when she turned. “Gary, if he wasn’t a government man and all I would have sworn he just wanted to see me naked.”

“Oh, Betty I wouldn’t worry about it. I am sure a tick inspector is like a doctor.”

“How’s that?”

“Sees people naked all the time.”

“See you later.”

“You to Betty.”

Now that you have heard Betty’s story be sure not to fall for this scam. If you do, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I have to stop now. I feel something crawling up my leg.

ggs