PICTURE IS WORTH 1,000 WORDS

 

What should’a,would’a,wouldna, want’a, wouldn’t of and all the rest just Shut Up

I totally agree with the words below. I am sick of people who have never picked up a weapon and certainly has never had one pointed at them talking as if they are  the authority on  the subject. At some pont in time we need to finally realize the US forces aren’t the enemy. The same spineless punks that want go are the ones that are so fast to pass judgement.

It was that way in Vietnam, Korea, World War II as well as World War I.

The people who get all the protection want to spit on the ones doing the protecting.

God bless the men and women that serve this country. If you don’t like how they are doing it. Call them home and go yourself. Other wise set in your recliner with your big fat mouth shut.

 

Rep. Allen West (R-Fla.), a former Army lieutenant colonel, sends THE WEEKLY STANDARD an email commenting on the Marines’ video, and has given us permission to publish it.

“I have sat back and assessed the incident with the video of our Marines urinating on Taliban corpses. I do not recall any self-righteous indignation when our Delta snipers Shugart and Gordon had their bodies dragged through Mogadishu. Neither do I recall media outrage and condemnation of our Blackwater security contractors being killed, their bodies burned, and hung from a bridge in Fallujah.

“All these over-emotional pundits and armchair quarterbacks need to chill. Does anyone remember the two Soldiers from the 101st Airborne Division who were beheaded and gutted in Iraq?

“The Marines were wrong. Give them a maximum punishment under field grade level Article 15 (non-judicial punishment), place a General Officer level letter of reprimand in their personnel file, and have them in full dress uniform stand before their Battalion, each personally apologize to God, Country, and Corps videotaped and conclude by singing the full US Marine Corps Hymn without a teleprompter.

“As for everyone else, unless you have been shot at by the Taliban, shut your mouth, war is hell.”

WHY IS ONE ALRIGHT AND THE OTHER ISN’T

Tebow vs Muslims

TEBOW vs DREW

I don’t think God has a favorite foot ball team. I base this on the fact if He did my grandson’s team would always have a perfect season. My wife prays and screams enough that if for nothing else God would grow tired of hearing her. Another reason I don’t think he has a favorite team is because my Saints have only gone to the Super Bowl once.

 

Now with that said, I do believe there is a quarter back that he thinks a whole lot of. Go Tebow!!!!

 

My only prayer concerning any of this is that the Broncos and the Saints don’t land in the Super Bowl. That will surely cause a divorce at my house, perhaps even a murder. I assure you if it looks like both teams are heading toward the Super Bowl, I will hide all guns and sharp instruments around my house before hand.

 

After all we know down deep that God gotta love Drew the most. If he didn’t I wouldn’t love him so much.

 

Please don’t read too much into this blog. It just happens I am a victim of a dysfunctional foot ball home.

 

My wife hates the Saints, and I have loved them for the last 45 years.

STUCK IN A RUT

Stuck in a rut?

 

Move. Belief it or not, things don’t change much in the rut.

 

How many people do you know that have spent a life time in a dead-end job wondering why they can’t advance. The answer is simple. You are working a dead-end job. Go find another one.

 

I am saying this with a life of experience behind me. There have been several times in my life that I have been stuck in a rut. It was normally my wife who said, “Get your ass up and move. It isn’t anything but mud down there.

 

Yes, I was in a rut but for the most part. Still, it was a comfortable rut. I knew everyone in it and we all shared the same dislikes of the rut. We would sit around for hours complaining about our situation.

 

I just read a book about a black girl back in the 60s. She was born with a great musical mind. However, the people in colored town, could not care less. They saw it of nothing special. Before she could accomplish her goals she had to move. She kissed butt and worked two jobs. She was willing to do whatever it took to get across the tracks.

 

People have starved to death for years in West Virginia coal mining country. Guess what they aren’t making any more coal. Either they must move and go to work for McDonald’s in Virginia or keep on asking charities to feed their kids.

 

Something else about being stuck in a rut. Your friends like you there. This means you must go and find some new ones. Find people who are already doing what you want to do.

 

Don’t ask your financially distressed friends for money advice. They no less about the subject than you do.

 

Interested in becoming a cop? Hang around some do-nut shops. You might meet someone willing to give you a hand up.

 

If you want to be a deep-sea diver Pack up and go to the coast, there is no demand for deep-sea divers in Missouri.

 

If you say you can’t afford to move you are really saying you like the rut.

 

Show me a man who is thirsty, and I will show you a man who is soon going to find a way to get water.

 

It is a new year. Make up your mind. Either lay down in the rut and say I love it here or take my wife’s advice and get off your lazy ass and move over a foot. I promise the ground will be totally different there.

 

The book I just finished, “KING OF COLOR TOWN” was a very raw story about a girl who refused to look back. I wouldn’t recommend it to everyone. Some people view raw as gross or vulgar. I am that way on most things. Still, I chose to call this book raw.

 

My Mad wife

You never know what will make my wife mad. No matter how hard I try to get alone I always seem to say something that makes her mad.

This morning I awoke to find her standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.

She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,

“I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you
to pay me a compliment.’

I replied, “Your eyesight’s damn near perfect.”

And then the fight started……..

My New Years Resolution

My New years resolution is a simple one this year. At least it is simple to write. The fact is I have never been able to keep this resolution.

My resolution is to bridle my tongue. Sounds simple. The psalms say you can bridle a wild stallion easier and I totally agree.

I have tried before and always fail. Out of nowhere for no reason I find myself saying something that is completely unnecessary. Often it is something hurtful to someone else.

The crazy thing about this is that it always comes back to haunt me. Such a simple thing yet so difficult.

Any of you that pray. Please feel free to mention me and my struggle. If you don’t  a positive thought in my direction would be appreciated.

Jesus said he wanted it all. Well, this is one part I have never been able to give all.

I will stop here and maybe I will go attach a clothes pen to my tongue. It is very strong little muscle though. It most likely want do any good.

PS. Sorry I know a lot of you was hoping I would take spelling lessons.

COME AND GONE

Yes, Christmas has come and gone again. This was my 62^nd Christmas. If I were to allow myself a little melodrama I would wonder how many I had left. I want though for the future isn’t mine. I am only allowed to live in the present and see back to yesterday.

That in itself has never seemed very important to me. It has taken on a whole new meaning in the last couple of years though. My dad has Alzheimer and his past is slowly closing into a dark hole. Each day the hole seems to grow smaller. I am afraid soon he will no longer remember me.

If you don’t remember yesterday how in the world can you look forward to tomorrow. Perhaps that is one way we are different from the animals.

Any way I have tried my best to get in the Christmas spirit this year. Since Thanksgiving I have done everything I could think of. Then this morning on the way to work I felt it. I smiled and thought only one day late. Maybe that is how my dad feels. He just can’t quiet pull up enough of the past to look forward to the future.

This leaves him stuck in the moment. He neither knows for sure where he has been nor where he is going. My anchor, my rock is dissolving before my eyes.

I DON’T BELIEVE IN CHRISTMAS

This will most likely be my last post until after Christmas. With this said I wish you and all yours the very best of the holidays.

That’s right the best of holidays not Merry Christmas. You see my dear readers I am a hypocrite. Many of you may have already figured this out by other posting I have made.

I am a hypocrite because I say things I don’t believe in and practice things that I think are stupid.

1. I don’t believe in Santa. I believe Coca Cola invited him to sell pop. Then the department stores adopted him to sale toys.
2. I don’t believe in flying reindeer nor do I believe in Rudolph. I believe a writer working for Montgomery Wards made up a story and a front cover for their Christmas catalog one year. I believe Gene Audrey made a small fortune singing about this catalog cover.
3. I don’t believe in Christmas trees. I think they came from the pagans. I also don’t believe in Christmas decorations. They came from the same pagans the trees came from.
4. I don’t even believe in Christmas itself. I think the Catholic church invented it to draw some of the traffic away from the pagans that were celebrating the first day of winter.
5. Worst of all I don’t believe Christ was born In December. I think most likely it was late March middle April. Maybe even April Fools Day. Wouldn’t that be a devil of a something. Underline devil. If he couldn’t stop it. Maybe he thought he could change the date and commercialize it.

I also believe this. If Christmas makes you happy as it does me. Go for it. If people can take one day a year and not be such a—hole, great. If the malls can make a buck off the deal that is great. You see I don’t see profit as a dirty word. I am in business and haven’t figured out how to stay in it without a profit.

Now what makes me a hypocrite.

1. I give out presents every year.
2. I have a big old fake tree with lights and greenery every where.
3. In fact my wife has a model sleigh filled with presents setting in the floor.

Still I am not as bad if that is possible as my neighbor that has a manger scene in her front yard. There Santa is peering over into the feed box at the baby Jesus. Near there is the wise men placing their gifts under a Christmas tree.

I suppose she speaks for us all. For some strange reason we prefer a lie blended into our Christmas cheer.

Alright forget how I started this off.

Merry Christmas to each and all,

gary

The Cure For Everything

After much thought I have decided some where between conception and birth God gives us a small bottomless vial of tonic.  Bottomless because no matter how much we use it never runs out. Small enough in size if we choose never to use it, it want be a burden to carry. This strange concoction is the cure for every ailment we will come in contact during our life. Like most medicines it is bitter and has a fowl odor. Being thick and syrupy makes it stick to the roof of our mouth and coats our throats. Like the remedies of our childhood this one to carries the words, the worse the taste the better the medicine.

Let me share with you the healing powers this strange mixture contains. It has the strength to either retard or completely resolve the following, poverty, sickness, the lack of love, the lack of friends, shortage of faith, depression and worries and this is only a few of the things it cures. This wonder drug is the antidote for all the problems this world and its prince is able to lay at our feet.

Strange as it may seem, it works for Christians as well as none believers. It is true once when one except Christ we also receive another blessing. In the twinkling of an eye the medicine isn’t as nasty as it once was and it becomes much more powerful than before. It now works its wonders even faster. God is just that way you know. He loves us all and doesn’t want any of us to agonize needlessly.

By now, I imagine you are curious about what this wonder drug is. You do not have to search far to find it. It lies there on your heart. This is why it becomes so much more potent when you receive Christ in your life. He rejuvenates your heart and everything on it. I will refer you to Mr. Webster for the specific ingredients. After all if you are at this time in your life a non- believer in all likelihood you want be reading the bible very often. I pray this will not be the case as I send prayers up daily on your behalf concerning this matter.

            give v., gave, given, giving, n. -Vt.. 1. To present voluntarily and without expecting compensation; 2.to hand to someone: 3. To place in someone’s care: 4. To grant (permission, opportunity, etc.)

Give in, to acknowledge defeat; yield. To hand in; deliver:

Give over, to put into the care or custody of; transfer. To submit fully

Oh, there are many more definitions to this word but I think this will be ample enough to understand what I am going to explain to you.

Shall we start with poverty? This is one of the most sociable unexceptable things of my times. No one wants to be poor and the ones of us that have been blessed certainly don’t want to associate with our less unfortunate brothers. Now how will giving help a poverty-stricken person you may ask. After all they are hoping and praying that someone will give to them. If you are poor and in this position you are like the man that begs for a fish on the street corner each day and then in turn refuses to fish. The only way a person can ever break this endless cycle is to give his self out of debt. I have never known a person that tithed faithfully that was left needing. I am not saying he had all his hearts desires but I am saying I have never seen this person beg for bread. I challenge you to go to any soup kitchen and ask any one there if they tithe. Go to welfare office and ask if they give 10% of their check each month. You may be thinking that would be a cruel thing to ask these down trodden people. I say it is even crueler to leave them in the clutches of poverty.

What about sickness?  The Bible says let he who is sick call for the elders of the church to pray for him. Is this not a giving of ones self? Is it not saying I can’t do it alone? Is it not expressing the desire to share ones problems with his brother and sisters in Christ? You may say that doesn’t always work. Some people don’t have enough faith to receive and all elders don’t have enough faith to pray. I say if it only works 25% of the time I want to be 25% more healthy than I am now.

What does love and giving have in common? The only way to receive true love is to love someone. If you want your wife to love you more tell her you love her every morning and every night. Give her your love and understanding and soon you will receive much more back that you have ever expected.

Need a friend? Be a friend. Find someone who needs a friend and be there for him or her. Show them kindness and give of yourself freely.

Need more faith? Step out on faith by giving of yourself. You can build faith by being faithful to things. Volunteer to do something in church. Be faithful to come regular. Be faithful to simply read your bible each day. The more you give to God the more faith he will pour out to you. The world has no problem with this. I have seen people that were faithful each night to show up at the bar. Each night they got their just reward. After a number of years of being faithful to the bottle they became an alcoholic. You see faith works, it is up to you how to put it to use.

Are you battling with depression? When was the last time you done something to build up someone else? It is very difficult to stay depressed when you are making someone else happy.

Worries, most of us have them. Still I have never read where we must accept them. The Bible is clear on this matter. Cast them upon the Lord. To cast is the same as to give.

Thank about it what problems have you gotten that a little giving wouldn’t remedy.

People say, “I never have enough time.”

I say. “Get up an hour earlier and give it to the Lord. He will multiply the hour back to you.”

Now, for the bitter side of this message. We often do not receive our healing based on the fact that we detest the application. It doesn’t taste good so we don’t take it. We come up with excuses why it want be effective.

A case in point could be our tithes. I can’t bear it this week I have too much due. I will make it up the following week God will understand. I am going to start giving big time as soon as I get back on my feet. Have you ever noticed these poor souls rarely get back on their feet? The fact is they refuse to give and then they cover it up with array of excuses.

Illness, I would be embarrassed to go down front. I don’t want a bunch of strangers in my house praying for me what would the neighbors think. It doesn’t always work any way and it may not work in my case.

Love, I am not going to tell her I love her. She will think I am demented. She should know. After all I pay the bills and come home every night. We aren’t a newly married couple any more. That sort of thing is for kids.

Friend, He is the wrong race, wrong family, wrong side of town not to mention there is too much difference in our ages.

Faith, I am not a preacher. My faith has never been strong. I wasn’t raised in house of faith. I am what I am. God gives you real faith you don’t have to build it.

Depression, my mother and her mother were depressed. I have had a bad life. Things are just hard for me. Being depressed is normal. I will take a pill and it will be okay in a while.

Worries, if I don’t who will. Look at her over there sleeping like she doesn’t have a problem in the world. You have to be stupid not to worry.

I know who tells me to give. You figure out who tells you to keep. As for as me and my problems. I think I will just give them away.

Jesus is stronger than I will ever be and he says, “Give them to me.”

I say. “Here Lord I lay it all at the foot of your cross and thank you.”