Just a thought

The Chosen one has recently said that he is going to propose and a permanent Assault Weapons Ban in part to stop the influx of weapons being smuggled into Mexico.


ITEM-Yes there is a gun smuggling problem on the border. However what the news media and Big Brother is not telling you is that these weapons going into Mexico are almost ALL military grade weapons. AND they are coming in from China, South America and the being stolen off of American Military Bases.Guns are arriving more so in tankers into Mexican ports than they are from pick up trucks in Tijuana. But this wouldn't aid the Gun Control Groups in the U.S.
You are being sold a very convenient sleight of hand.


ITEM Guns are illegal in Mexico so why is there a problem??? I mean it gun control works. Right???

ITEM Miltary Grade weapons also meaning rocket launchers. Bass Pro does not carry these. Nor do I know of any of my gun owning buds having any of these...cause they are illegal to own.

ITEM No one seems to care that Mexicans are smuggling themselves into America (which constitutes and invasion by foreign nationals by the way). Why should I care about guns going into Mexico.


ITEM This is literally an international weapons smuggling problem that is centered around drugs and arms.

ITEM IF and this is the one no one want to talk about. IF someone would shut down the (*&(^&*^ Border this would be a NON issue. Put the Military on the border with shoot to kill orders, support the Border Patrol and dig a very deep and wide trench. Illegal immigration into the U.S. and Illegal Arms smuggling into Mexico from our side would stop. But as I am told this is a very complicated problem, that I can't understand. Right.

Cowboy Ethics

In his book Cowboy Ethics James P. Owen points out how in these tough financial times the financial institutions could learn a lot from the ethical standard of the American Cowboy, not as a corporate body but for each individual working together to make honest and straight forward choices, and maybe most of all to do good.

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.

coexist....

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.

Women.
Jews
Buddhist
Taoist
Christians

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.

Just a thought...

Hurricane Gustav (Klimt?) is predicted to hit New Orleans and people are already panicking. Panicking...but not leaving?

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.

moonlight senada

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.

FREE!

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.