Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
It goes like this:
Live Each Day with Courage
Take Pride in Your Work
Always Finish What You Start
Do What Has to Be Done
Be Tough, But Fair
When You make A Promise, Keep It
Ride For the Brand
Talk Less and Say More
Remember that Somethings Aren't For Sale
Know Where to Draw the Line
In truth we all could apply this to our individual lives and get a more harmonious outcome despite the money or lack of it that comes along with it.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
This bumper sticker continually pisses me off. For one central reason. The Crecent moon and star are representive of Islam and the Muslim religion. So lets see how it breaks down.
next is the peace symbol...the religion of Islam is not one of peace as their religious leaders often issue jihads against well lets see the following symbols.
Therefore you can not peaceable coexist with when one is trying to literally kill everyone else.
But then they try to repeadetly kill each other as happened when the Soviets pulled out of Afghanistan. Tribes that had been united against the Reds and supplied with U.S. purchased weaponry began killing each other.
You can also see it on the the nightly news when suicide bombers light themselves off in those little bitty disputes over doctrine between Shia and Sunni.
Something you don't see between the Orthodox Jews and Liberal Jews or Methodist and Presbyterians.
Yet what really amazes me is who sticks the things on their cars. Liberals
They fundamentally disagree with almost every aspect of Islam. Yet they slap them on their car.
Talk about uneducated.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Now here is one thought:
If you can see a severe storm approaching you and the swirling cloud of doom takes up a 1/4 of the Gulf of Mexico. Leave.
The other thought is:
If you saw what happened with Katrina and 2005 and you stay, you're just looking for someone to blame everything on.
Of course as I understand it if Obama is elected all the hurricanes will end.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
It all started with morning serenades outside our bedroom window. After a long winter that just wouldn't go away it finally left, and not only did the sun return but someone in particular was there to see that life be celebrated every morning with a song and to him I am thankful.
You would other wise miss him or really take him for granted and ignore him but for the last couple of months a passerine Northern Cardinal has been my guide back into the life of sounds. And he has reminded me that here are no better sounds than those sounds that occur in summer.
His singing has made me take to looking to the air of an evening to see what birds soar the heavens above our abode, and as your eyes scan the heavens looking for the sparrows that are feeding or the unidentified way hi-flyers your ears open as well. And they hear good things and they notice the gaps that once were of long ago.
I can shut down and listen to the cicadas talk all night, or hear the bat as he hunts the sky at night and lives somewhere nearby in his darken daylight home. There is the jake brake of the tractor trailer off in the distance or the quiet throttle of a neighbors pool filter. The fourth of July comes around and for me at this time of year is there is no better sound of the "pop" of a bottle rocket or if I am fortunate there is a "ssshhhhoooompph" "shhhhoooommph" of a whistler as it reaches is crescendo before the arrival of the inevtiable "pow".
These are the subtle operatic sounds of summer that I love and treasure to fall asleep to.
In working on my 4runner not to many evening ago I noticed the lack of some sounds as I realized I need a flashlight in the evening twilight. The Wife was inside somewhere and I lay aground with wrench in hand and thought how my dad use to yell for my mom and how in my then current position I was semi-relectant because I couldn't recall the last time I heard anyone in our neighborhood (or anyone elses do that). In that moment I realized that we really have become stuck in our canned air politeness.
There was another sound that is amiss in the American neighborhood. The twilight beconing of a mother or the shrilled whistle of a father alerting their children who are somewhere in the neighborhood's outdoors that it is getting dark or that dinner is ready. I have to wonder if all those soccer games, dance classes, and yoga deals are worth us losing a six o'clock meal around the nearly extinct dinner table. Because we have replaced our childrens freedom with schedules that rival our own.
A few weeks back I had the chance to go camp by myself, and admist a losing battle with blood sucking insects I found myself around two a.m. watching the horizan flash with lighting and my transportation a good two miles away. God showed up and began a light show that would last until 6am when the final act took place with torrents of rain. But in my concern of weather I forced myself out from under my tarp to get a better look at this lightning. Above me the skies were magnificently clear and to the west was the build up of cumulonimbus clouds that looked liked cloud city. God would light these skyward forms up with lighting but their distance was so great from me that there was no sound of thunder. Yet in the intesity of the coming thunderstorm the midnight woods were quiet. So here was this heavenly light show with no sound, and then I was awarded something else.
Fireflies by the thousands. I have never seen anything like it. And with every flash of lightning the woods would go dark but in its break came lighting from the trees that would rival any christmas tree park. And in my mind God was speaking to His creation of lightning bugs and they were answering back. It was if I was a witness to a conversation that I would never be able to understand, a symphony of lights that Amadeus could never rival.
Take the time to breath this summer, remember how long winter was and go, do, and be somewhere listen to the sounds of life around you and be thankful and aware of your own ability to hear. You'll be amazed to find yourself in a world that you almost forgot about.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
While most of you won't know who they are three of our own are headed home as of this writing after being the longest held American Hostages. On 2/13/2003 Marc Gonsalves, Thomas Howes and Keith Stansell where kidnapped by FARC leftist rebels when there single engine plane crashed in the jungle when they were on a drug surveillance mission. All three were employed as contractors of sorts for Northrop Grumman Corp. They were freed along with Ingrid Bentacourt who was kidnapped when she was on the campaign trail SIX years ago along with eleven Colombian police officers and soldiers who had been hostages of these Commie Bastards. The daring ploy was pulled off by those identified only as "Colombian Spies" and they did it without firing a shot.
From working in various situations and a few kidnapping to boot I can tell you that things like this never never never go this perfect and it is a credit to numerous men and women who will never be known of several nationalities. And while the bobble heads tell you how Iraq is being lost (it isn't by the way) there are very intense wars that are very very small by worldly standards being fought that are just as important if not more so than those in the middle-east.
Welcome home guys and happy 4th of July this is certainly your Independence day.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
WASHINGTON - The Bush administration indicated Tuesday that it had no plans to interfere with negotiations between Iraq and several Western oil giants to boost crude production in that country, despite concerns by some Democrats that the deal could inflame anti-U.S. sentiments.
"And if that means that our companies here in the United States can compete and win business, then that's for them and the Iraqis to decide," Perino added. "But I don't think the federal government of the United States needs to get involved."
The administration's position puts it at odds with Democratic Sens. Chuck(I'm a pussy) Schumer of New York, of Massachusetts and of Missouri, who warn that the deals could fan the perception that U.S. involvement in Iraq was motivated by oil.
Okay so just to make sure I have got this straight. For the last few years all we have heard from the lefties is that the Iraq war has been about oil and that we have sent men and women into battle for oil rights. Right? And that Bush has oil and blood on his hands. Every other country who hates us has accused us that this war was about oil.
And now the Democrats are saying that we can't have THIS oil, because of international perception!
So we can't drill here at home nor build refineries because the lefty enviro-wackos say its unsafe. despite the fact that we do things better than everyone else. But its perfectly fine for us to let other countries who don't have half the environmental regulations nor environmental conscious that we have drill for us!? We can let them go unregulated as they so choose and drill. Thus making it a horrible security situation on the national platform, and we give money and aid to foreign leaders of less than stellar human rights positions, not to mention piss poor environmental standards.
And now the very same Democrats are saying we can't have the spoils of this war we started!?!?
Yet the Chinese are drilling for oil sixty miles off the coast of Florida...unregulated. And after all they have great production standards...lead in toys, poisoned dog food.....
So lets recap where the Democrats stand on helping all of us suffering at $4.00+ a gallon for fuel.
- We can't tap into our own resources here at home or near our coasts.
- We shouldn't be saddled with the governments of terrorist producing nations that we also get our oil from (which we shouldn't, see above solution).
- We can't have the oil from a country we help liberate from a sadistic dictator because it makes us look bad.
"Let us be your leaders....we just don't have any idea what to do, but let us run everything for you."
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I was standing some where in the vicinity of a corner if I remember vaguely enough, drinking a cup of coffee as I watched from about fifteen feet away as a guy and a bleach blond chic snorted cocaine off the stomach of another completely naked chic's body. Contrary to what Hugh Hefner claims about there being no drugs allowed at the Playboy Mansion I can tell you the same is not true at parties off sight. This particular occurrence happened right after the turn of this century in Miami. I was there as the bodyguard for a then client of mine, which basically afforded me as a then twenty something year old guy the opportunity to see more naked women than most National Geographic photographers ever will. Ironically enough I was not the least bit turned on, two hours earlier into the night I was...no sense in lying, but after a while viewing human depravity just took its toll.
The ironic thought that went through my head as I watched the coke being sniffed off the girl's body was "How in the heck does a person (and I was not thinking of myself) talk about Christ in a situation like this". I say ironic because Jesus was not a priority in my life at that time. You see somewhere between a very honest coming-to-Jesus moment at twelve and being a very active twenty-six year old Executive Protection Specialist I walked away from God. Now I didn't reject any notion of God or Christ existing, and I can tell you that I did pray at times, but my heart just wasn't right with Him. Yet there I was amongst a feast of female human flesh thinking about how some poor sap could come in and talk with these people about salvation. Because what I knew then and I know now is some of those people were screaming out for God to rescue them.
Flash forward a couple of years from that moment and I found myself at a confrontation with God. I had walked away from a very promising corporate career that made me absolutely miserable to do something on my own that would at the very least ease my stress level, let alone might make me happy. I had been attending a church the last several months and intermittently going to BSF (bible study fellowship international) for the last few years. My life was miserable, I was morally, emotionally and financially bankrupt, but the one thing I did have was some very very good friends in both non-Christians and Christians.
And then a moment happened that has forever changed my heart and my relationship with my Creator. I got down on my knees feeling completely worthless in so many aspects of my life and told God that this life was His and whatever He wanted me to do I would do it. It was the most selfless moment I've ever had in my life. And the only ones who were there to witness were God and Bud the cat. I was a man in desperate need of help in so many ways, and I had tried to fix it every way I knew how and had failed, yet there in me knew who could. Christ.
I wish I could tell you that the time following that moment was easy. It wasn't. I was involved with a couple of girls in some fashion that I was going to have to end, I was still at the point of being financially broke, but my heart was changed and whatever the world had on me it no longer mattered because whatever He had done no one else could undo.
Soon after I became more solidly involved in the Christian community, and what I also did was begin isolating myself from my non-Christian friends who were as close to me as brothers. Why? Well at the time I received advice from a lot of Christian brothers and sisters saying that there would be an over whelming temptation to fall back into my old life style.
Their advice may have been sincere, but it was also horribly horribly wrong.
Isolationists always are.
The problem is that this attitude is alive and well through out the Christian community. A ministry attitude of this reeks of Get-'em-up, Get-'em-saved, Get-'em-away. Christians are encouraged to stay away from the world unless you are doing something as a church body to further the Kingdom of God like go on over seas missions trips, or raise money for something or another. I'm not chastising this, I've done both and there is a need no doubt.
But a lot of white bread Christians don't want other Christians getting involved in the community in ways that might get them hurt or my personal favorite "fall back into sin". Like I need help sinning. These are the same people who will encourage you to go on missions to Africa. Shit you want to talk about getting hurt, go to Africa.
About a year ago The Wife and I were asked if we would be willing to lead a Small Group in our Church. Now I know that some people love to jump into stuff like this feet first, but frankly I had severe reservations. One, I thought "have you %$&#&*! met me?" and two sometimes these invites seem like winning popularity contests in High School. When you know the right people you're in. But I looked at who was asking, and I talked with God and The Wife about the whole concept of such an issue and we decided to go forward (though I still contend that they may have been scraping the bottom of the barrel).
Rule 21 of my own personal list of rules, which states "If you aren't going to lead, don't bitch about being led."
I was bitching a lot about things that bothered me in "small groups".
So after some time of apprenticeship training last fall, and some weird time thing in the late winter early spring we (The Wife and I) were given a kick to the pants to start leading a "group".
As we got close to starting God put something on my heart about going on mission into the surrounding community, and to be frankly honest it is nothing original what-so-ever.
Simply put I wanted our group to meet once a month in a local pub, bar, what have you for a couple of different reasons. One its a good opportunity for us all to kick back and relax with each other and get to know each other in less formal surroundings (though there is little formal about our Church, let alone the group) and the other is that is where you would have found Jesus Himself. Christ didn't preach from inside the synagogue and force people to come to Him, though in time people would flock to and follow him wherever he went.
When Jesus encounters Levi (aka Matthew) he is working as a tax collector for the Romans, though he was a Jew. Matthew or Levi was literally a social outcast and utterly despised by the Jews. Remember that 1st century Palestine was governed by an occupying army of Romans, Jewish tax collectors sold out there own people to graft them. So when they encounter each other Christ tells this enforcer/extortionist that He is going to dine in his home with all of his friends. Christ hanging out with societies outcasts is a theme we see Him repeat over and over.
Now I don't think people who go to bars are necessarily outcasts, nor do I think that everyone there is without Christ. But know this. There are people all over who won't darken a church but, have questions and desire to know more about Christ. Maybe....just maybe they don't want to be preached at. So thus I felt like we'd go to them. So I rang up the Pastor and asked him what he thought about it, and got a resounding "yes" and that was all I needed.
To be frank, I don't really care for alcohol. For the first time in my life I am learning to acquire a taste for beer and wine for several reasons. One is there are good heart health reasons for it, two if I can relate Christ to a person through a beer (and I mean one) then that is something. I guarantee you that I would not have said the same thing five years ago.
Alcohol is not something I struggle with. I struggle with being around people who are consistently drunk and I've spent a lot of time in my adult life being the only sober guy in a club or floating down a river with a couple of well lit friends who were chanting about "Cheetoes", which almost led to murder-by-wooden canoe paddle around mile ten.
Fast forward a few weeks.
Word kind of spreads through of what we are going to do, and one Sunday morning walking into church (late) and I stop to grab a cup of coffee before sitting down when a guy that I am friendly with stops me and pulls me aside. "Hey, I hear your small group is going to be going to a bar." "Yeah, just something God put on me to do." "Well you know we have people who are recovering alcoholics in this church, and I gotta say that I think it is kinda risky to be putting people into temptation like that."
First of all, we as a group talked about this. Second if you're a recovering alcoholic don't go to our base camp, or at-least don't join us on that particular night....duh.
I soon found it wasn't an isolated feeling amongst some folks and well I don't care.
Everyone gets hinky about the alcohol ordeal or "struggle" but no one asks a guy who is struggling with porn to throw out his laptop, or a chic who repeatedly sins through gossip to not own a telephone or half a dozen other situations.
The irony is that a few of these people who had reservations about this small group going into a bar and just hang out were the same ones at a church building campaign meeting who made statements like "we want it to be welcoming" or "don't make it look like a typical church so people won't feel intimidated".
I get bothered by crap like this. Everyone there expressed the desire to have the "tattooed, nose ring, whoevers" join us, but the moment you try an go to the places where you might encounter such individuals well THAT becomes and issue. And by the way I have two tats myself.
I think Jesus desires Christians to build relationships with non Christians that are authentic and that we lead lives that are a reflection of Him in us and share that with the world. In fact I'm pretty sure He made the statement to let your light shine and not conceal it. When you hide in your church or church body that is exactly what you are doing. You are hiding in a fort, and while you may feel safe and secure I can guarantee this. That you still are full of sin. Forgiven yes, but every Christian is still as lustful, greedy, what have you in his own flesh as the atheist next door. That is the struggle of all fallen men and we are all fallen. Christ changes our hearts, we don't.
But God changes our hearts by opening them up, and putting all of our pasts to use to further His works. He also reminds us to go...go where there are people who don't know Christ, who reject Him openly or quietly, where people are hurting or in need. God who is the Father of Christ is a God of the person and He wants very personal relationships with all of His children, and not all of them go to Church on Sunday morning.
Friday, May 30, 2008
With arrows poised ready to thwart an aerial attack an undiscovered tribe of Amazon Indians were photographed near the border of Peru and Brazil. My heart jumped at the mere thought of the truly last of the wild people. But it also sinks, and you know why.
Think for a moment what they as a people have never seen, forget your laptop, internet, car, highways and pop culture mentality for a moment. Brazil is one of the ten largest economies in the world and yet they had undiscovered people living in their woods. It would be akin to finding an unknown tribe of Cheyenne or flathead Indians living in Montana or Idaho. Not only does this tribe know nothing of the moon landing 39 years ago they have no concept that Vasco De Gama and the Portuguese arrived in Brazil in early 1500. So the concept of a muzzle-loading rifle and a steel helmet and oil lamp and paper and pen are just as foreign to them as a car.
Anthropologist believe that there maybe some sixty-seven tribes left in the Amazon that we don't know about which is forty higher than they thought in 2005. And possibly one hundred tribes world wide.
It will eventually go south of course and their will be no one left to live in the wild, and I'm sure that international laws will someday be passed in regards to it. But for today there are still a few surviving bands of nomadic people who live and die and war with bows and arrows, loin clothes, and are bare footed and don't care what "celebrity" wore underwear or who danced with the stars...or maybe most importantly are completely unaffected by a looming $4.00 a gallon gas price.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Woke up this morning at 4:4? to the rattling of the bed, and not in a good way. Now I get that the earth shakes and quivers all the time (as the wife reminded me) but it ain't something that I dig. At all.
The earth doing its thing is a great reminder that we as the inhabitants of this blue marble sitting amidst otherwise nothingness are in charge of exactly dick, despite what your boss, mortgage company, and the I.R.S. seemingly like to make you think.
Yet there is this reminder from Christ Himself when He did his tour in the mid-east 2 thousand years ago.
Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life[b]?
And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.Pretty good reminder after a 5.4 on the Rhicter .
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
You might not know this but in the Missouri State Senate they are debating a bill on encoding ammunition by 2009. Encoded ammo would be registered to the purchaser and would include the date it was sold, the purchaser's name, date of birth, drivers license number and serial number of ammunition.
I was all set to do my usual ramble about tyranny of government of this when I got a copy of my good friend Dave's e-mail he sent out to our state senators. His words do far more justice than anything I could write. I encourage you to read it.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
All great nations, empires, and the like fall at some point, and while I hate to say it I think our reign is almost over. It wouldn't have to be mind you, but frankly when a nation sticks diodes in its ears to listen the personal choice of music and misses the hum of a nation we lose ground every day. When the top stories of the week on yahoo are whether Britney wore panties, or which celebs top the worst dressed list it proves our heads are willfully stuck up our asses. And it heavies and hardens my heart.
In the fall of 2010 I will turn 35 and by 2012 I will be 37 making me old enough to make a run for President.
No name calling...none. I won't even talk about the other candidates. Rather I will talk about what I will and won't do. If I get asked a question and I don't have a plan for it I'll say exactly that.What I do want is to get things right at home.
Freedom-Safe guarding the rights of the individual. I consider myself a man of the person not of the people.
The Border-Put the United States Armed Forces on the Mexico border. We are all the sons and daughters of immigrants in this land and I welcome legal immigration, dare I say I admire anyone who fights to make a better life for themselves. But we are a nation of laws and those laws must be respected. There is no free pass for sneaking across the border.
Iraq- All U.S. combat troops to be withdrawn over time if we are not already out. American military advisers? Absolutely but our combat days in Iraq are done. I would deal with the our new found allies to set up multiple military bases inside Iraq. However if they want American boots on the ground to defend their liberty then they will have to pay for through private military and security forces. Freedom costs. It did us. We had to pay for it with money and blood. I would sell/trade American military equipment for exclusive and discounted oil rights. Oil is a national security issue and it has to be addressed, and there is no reason not to openly address it.
Foreign Policy-The world likes to bitch about America try living with out us for the next four years. Have a famine in your country talk to the U.N., natural disaster try the Mouvement international de la Croix-Rouge et du Croissant-Rouge. We buy nothing from Venezuela n-o-t-h-i-n-g. Hugo likes Castro so much he can share the pain of an American trade embargo.
America has to focus inward, we can and must bring jobs back to the U.S. and instill national pride and rugged individualism.
We need to offer $1 billion dollars cash to the first company who can build a gas free vehicle that can drive six hundred miles in one run with out a recharge of whatever, can haul six people, three deer stands and a duck boat. Has a full bore, out run, and gun engine that you can be proud to drive.
We have to develop new technologies and force the large American businesses to recycle their trash in earnest and stop filling up landfills.
Developers need to be given sufficient tax breaks on derelict housing to go in a rebuild neighborhoods complete with schools, supermarkets and honest to God infrastructure.
Get the middle class to move back into metropolitan areas and stop, S-T-O-P bulldozing our wetlands, our farms, and our forests.
If the American people really want to change health care (not socialize it) then take it to the streets in protest, literally. Let the voice of a nation be heard that the Insurance Industry has to make sufficient changes that make cost lower and return health care to the doctor. Encourage healthy living through knowledge and education.
If you are on of the many Americans who thought that the American Government didn't do anything to save the victims of Hurricane Katrina then why in the bloody hell would you want them to take care of your heart condition, cancer or broken leg!?
It is important that we have pharmaceutical companies but we don't need a pill for everything. Homeopathic medicine needs to be addressed in a serious way in America and legitimize by teaching it in American Universities.
Address the stupid obsession with our way of thinking about our children. They are not our most precious resource the American middle class working person is. Children shouldn't be put up on pedestals and treated as equals, they aren't. If you put your child first all you get is an adult who only thinks of himself and never finds satisfaction in life.
Get our kids outside again and put away those mother fucking video games. You want to know why your eight year old has diabetes and he's over weight ...Halo 3. That's why. There are these amazing things that are called hiking, fishing, hunting...sandlot baseball where uniforms are whatever you have on and one team wins and the other (gasp) loses...just like real life.
Encourage encourage encourage a free market where people are free to make as much or as little as THEY choose.
Pass a national carrying conceal bill for the private citizen, that does not require any form of National I.D.
Tax the hell out of the American pornography and adult entertainment business.
Fight the overwhelming trend of Socialism in this country, remind people of the goodness of freedom and that we all don't have to agree, and in fact we shouldn't, but that we all have to live together.
Last but not least personal responsibility. Its nobodies business to take care of you or your family but you. When a child sees the parent taking charge of their futures and instilling good pride through hard work and ethical business practices you will see the child turn into an adult of strong principals and self sufficiency.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpation's, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.
I'm often reminded of Kevin Costner's character John Dunbar in Dances with Wolves when I come here. In both the book and the movie,...