Wednesday, July 26, 2017

The Story The Courts Won't Let You Hear About The Bundy's (a link)

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNPNRmEHBb0&feature=youtu.be&app=desktop
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The Bundy Case

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By DR. LARRY MOSES
No one asked me but… In the past few years I have written a number of columns where focusing on the government’s vendetta against the Bundy clan. The recent rulings of U.S. District Court Judge Gloria Navarro moved the debate to a new level of federal governmental abuse of the rights of the people.
As you recall the first trial of individuals involved in the Bundy cattle roundup protest ended for the most part in a hung jury. Rather than take their loss and move on, the feds decided they would retry the defendants.
But this time the Judge has ruled that none of the evidence that led to the mistrial can be presented by the defense. She waited until the day before Jury selection to make those facts known to the defense attorneys.
Now I am not a lawyer but this does not seem fair on any level. It is like a football game that ended in a tie at half time so the officials have ruled that the leading passer and receiver of the team they did not want to win cannot play in the second half.
What facts are not permissible due to the ruling of Judge Navarro? She has ruled that the defense attorneys cannot argue that their clients were legally exercising their first and second amendment rights. There can be no testimony about federal agent’s actions leading up to the standoff. Further, they cannot mention the illegal arrest of David Bundy while he was standing on a state highway filming the round up – an action that amounted to kidnapping and oppression under color of the law. There can be no mention of the BLM attack on a 60-year old grandmother as a case of excessive force. In fact, no mention can be made about excessive force with unwarranted use of stun guns and attack dogs. The fact that the BLM agents dressed in SWAT gear perpetrated the only violence in the entire incident must be suppressed. The fact that Gov. Sandoval condemned the federal agent’s aggressive actions cannot be cited. There can be no mention of First Amendment Zones, or the suppression of the press.
Probably the most egregious of the ruling is that no argument can be presented about the violation of the Bundy’s grazing rights guaranteed under federal law. The federal laws pertaining to grazing rights which were violated wholesale by the BLM are off the table. I will not repeat those here as I have outlined them in numerous previous columns.
Suffice it to say that if the cause of the actions of the defendants is not to be considered, there is no defense left. Did they impede government agent? Of course, they did. But it would seem to me it would be relevant for the jury to know why they impeded the government agents. Were the BLM agents engaged in an illegal act? Of course, they were.
I am concerned that a judge can rule that the past actions of the defendant are open for consideration but the action of the government leading up to the confrontation is not. I understand it is the judge’s role to see that the material presented to the jury is relevant to the case, but I fail to see where it is fair to look at the past trial, identify those things that caused doubt in the minds of the jury and then exclude them from the next trial.
If you have had the privilege of being selected to appear for jury duty, you have seen the way justice is supposed to be served in America. The judge is supposed to be an impartial arbitrator. There is a prosecutor to represent the government and defense lawyer to represent the accused.
I have been called for jury duty many times and for whatever reason, I have never been selected to sit on a jury. The last time I appeared for jury duty it seemed as though I had survived the questions of both the defense lawyer and the prosecutor when the judge asked me if I would follow his instructions as to how to rule in the case. He apparently picked up on something in my answers he did not like. I told him that I believed my role as a juror was to listen to the facts in the case and make up my own mind as to the guilt or innocence of the individual. I told him it was his job to make sure the trail was fair, it was my job to determine guilt or innocent based on the facts presented to me. I was dismissed.
Judge Navarro’s rulings reminds of the story of Roman days when Nero was trying to rid Rome of Christians. He brought a Christian into the coliseum, tied him hand and foot and released a lion. When the lion sniffed the Christian, the Christian did the only defensive thing he could do and bit the lion on the nose sending the lion running off yelping in pain. Nero yelled down: “Fight fair, fight fair”.
The defense from the beginning has challenged the neutrality of Judge Navarro, who is the epitome of a liberal 9th Circuit federal court judge. She was recommended by Harry Reid and appointed by President Obama; enough said. Judge Navarro reflected the 9th Circuit’s disregard for the Constitution when she ordered that the defendants could keep their pocket Constitution with them but that they must be turned backwards so the jurors and court observers could not see what they were. That would seem fair since the 9th Circuit turned its back on the Constitution years ago. She apparently did not feel she had handicapped the defense in the first trial enough to get the decision she wanted so she has added even greater handicapping conditions to the second.
Do not believe for a moment this has anything to do with defiance of federal law! This has to do with the disappointment on the part of the federal government in their failed attempt to confiscate the land the Bundy family has ranched since the late 1880’s.
However, the real issue is even greater than that. The question is can the government oppress the people by violating the 1st, 2nd, 4th, 5th, 8th, and the10th Amendments to the Constitution; as well as federal laws codified in the Nevada Revised Statues 568.230 – 568.290, and 568.350 and not be opposed by the people.
Thought of the week:

 “It is left… to the juries, if they think the permanent judges are under any bias whatever in any cause, to take on themselves to judge the law as well as the fact. …when they suspect partiality in the judges; and by the exercise of this power they have been the firmest bulwarks of English liberty.” 

–Thomas Jefferson
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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Maine Thinks It's Okay To Mutilate Little Girl's Genitals (a link)

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http://www.lifezette.com/faithzette/shame-maine-lawmakers-fail-protect-girls-mutilation/?utm_content=buffered332&utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_campaign=laura_ingraham_buffer
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The new breadwinner in the family...

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This came in an email from a blogger friend in Vicksburg>
  
An emergency room physician told me that a woman in 
her late 20's came to the ER today with her 
8thpregnancy.
She told 
the first doctor she saw: "My Mama told me that 
I am the 
breadwinner for the family.
" He asked 
her to explain. She said that she can make 
babies, and babies get money from the State for 
the family. It goes like this:
The Grandma calls the Department of Child & 
Family Services, and states that the unemployed 
daughter is not capable of caring for all of her 
kids.
DCFS agrees, and tells her the
children will need 
to go into foster care.

The Grandma then 
volunteers to be the foster 
parent,
 and receives a check for 
$1500 per child each month in 
Illinois 
Total yearly income:
$144,000 
tax-free and nobody 
has to go to work!
In 
fact, they get more if there is 
no 
husband/father/man in the home!
Not 
to mention free healthcare (Medicaid), plus a 
monthly card entitling them to free groceries 
and a voucher for 250 free Obamaphone minutes 
each month. This does not include WIC and other 
welfare benefits...that they are "entitled" to.
Indeed, Grandma
was correct that her fertile daughter is the 
"breadwinner" for the family.
and now we are hopelessly 
overrun with people who vote only for those who 
will continue to keep them on the dole....
No wonder our country is broke!
Worse, the Muslims have been paying attention, and by mandating that each Muslim family have eleven children, they will soon replace the voting bloc above and can be running this country within 25 years. Read the above again, until it sinks in, and then ask yourself if your Children, Grandchildren, and Great Grandchildren will survive these severe changes to America !!!
Are You alarmed yet?   Is anybody listening?
Is this a GREAT COUNTRY or what....?
Don't forget to pay your taxes!
There are a lot of "breadwinners" 
depending on you..forward this to as many as you can!!!!
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Charlie Gard

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To look at this tragedy logically, we must first acknowledge that socialized medicine is RATIONED medicine. Many folks refuse to accept that idea, but we are speaking of all procedures being paid for by government money, theoretically, the government can’t spend more than the year’s budget. If more people need care than there is money to pay for, then some people will be left untreated. The method for deciding who gets treatment could be done either by using a triage system, or by operating on a first come–first serve system until the money runs out. It could also be done by a lottery system, but that would seem rather cavalier.

In the beginning then, there was a logical reason for the English hospital and judge saying “no more time and money for Charlie Gard.” The obvious reason was that they did not have the ability in that country to save him, so any fruitless attempt to do so could quite easily deny life to some other person who WAS curable. That argument went out the window, however, when the parents raised enough money to take the child to America without using any more government funds. At that moment, the issue became one of power and ego. The government refused to accept the fact that parents, NOT government, have the right to make health decisions for their children, as long as they’re footing the bill. The hospital simply refused to believe that an AMERICAN doctor (for GAWD’S SAKE) might be able to do what THEY could not.

We all know that such treatment was NOT a sure thing, but done at the appropriate time, it MIGHT have worked. However, the English hospital and government managed to drag things on long enough, that the little boy’s death is now completely unavoidable. Therefore, from the moment they refused to let the parents take Charlie to the U.S., those in power became murders. No Charlie isn’t dead quite yet, but he soon will be thanks to them. Most of the world sees the blood on their hands, and I believe Almighty God will see it, too, come Judgment Day. © 2017
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Saturday, July 22, 2017

The Devil Made Me Do It!

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We watch the 700 Club, despite not being Pentecostals. So, recently, I began following them on Facebook as well. They usually make several posts a day and I pass most of them along (share them). Today they quoted the verse where it tells us to pray for those who abuse us. SO, I asked them if in the meanwhile, would it be okay to knock them up alongside the head. I'm curious to see if they reply.
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Irate Couple Forecloses On BANK (a link)

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Yes, it's old news (last year), but GOOD news!

http://awm.com/bank-of-america-illegally-forecloses-home-they-paid-for-in-cash-couple-gets-epic-revenge/?utm_medium=partners&utm_source=shtf_dad
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Early Saturday Memes

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Thursday, July 20, 2017

With Age Comes Wisdom

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Marian, my blogger friend from Vicksburg sent this to me.


~ Dennis ~
This guy is 80 years old and loves to fish.
He was sitting in his boat the other day when he heard a voice say, “Pick me up.”
He looked around and couldn't see anyone.
He thought he was dreaming when he heard the voice say again, “Pick me up.”
He looked in the water and there, floating on the top, was a frog.
The man said, “Are you talking to me?”
The frog said, “Yes, I'm talking to you.' Pick me up then, kiss me and I'll turn into the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. I'll make sure that all your friends are envious and jealous because I will be your bride!”
The man looked at the frog for a short time, reached over, picked it up carefully, and placed it in his front pocket.
The frog said, “What, are you nuts!? Didn't you hear what I said? I said kiss me and I will be your beautiful bride.”
The old man opened his pocket, looked at the frog and said…,
“Nah! At my age I'd rather have a talking frog.”
(With age comes wisdom.)
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Thursday Memes

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Slithering Breezes - Quaking Leaves And Other Porch-Sitting Observations

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Having taken her out just at grey dawn, it was nearly 11AM before I took the Mighty Dachshund out again. Despite the heat, she wanted to porch sit after draining and dumping, so I took my place in the swing and she assumed her spot at 1:30 just beyond my right foot. Unnoticed at first, the slightest of breeze was coming from the west end of the porch. A few oak leaves were aflutter at the edge of the woods, 30 feet away, but few leaves through the woods seemed to be moving. Only here in the clearing did the breeze seem free to move.

The breeze soon died, much to my displeasure, but then revived a bit stronger. This time, I spotted movement in the quaking aspen tree about 50 yards in front of me and on a lower level of the ridge. Its top was higher than many of its oak neighbors growing higher on the hill, though. As I watched, there were times that the moving air seemed to come in a layer no more than 20 feet thick, staying near the ground and not rising beyond the lower limbs of the trees. Other times, all movement was at the crowns of the trees and air near the ground seemed dead. Some breezes were narrow in scope and slithered through the woods, or my little clearing here, while not affecting the leaves only a few yards away. I was reminded of a snake crawling along or of pouring water from a bucket on a stubbly hillside and watching it divide into multiple rivulets as it encountered small obstructions on its way downhill.

As a kid, I learned to watch the quaking aspens when I began hunting, to see if there was any breeze. Aspens, even the species out west, I believe, have a flat stem on their leaves, making them very sensitive to the slightest breeze. I learned that they don’t indicate wind direction very well, though, only the movement of air. Often, you can see an aspen tree all aflutter with dancing leaves while their round-stemmed neighbors indicate no breeze at all. Aspen trees are true poplars, unlike the member of the magnolia family which we call yellow poplar here in the east. Like yellow poplar, aspen is a relatively tasteless wood, making it good for bowls and wooden utensils. Few craftsmen seem to use it, though, perhaps because it requires hand tools, rather than power tools, to work it best. It tends to string and fuzz with power tools. It IS the predominant species used for oriented strand board (wafer board), though, and it’s used for pulpwood, too.

The plantains are still coming on like gang-busters in the area around the porch (and everywhere else, for that matter), and the little bumble-bees are working them prodigiously. I see a few honey bees at times. I don’t know if they’re from the swarm I saw recently, having found themselves a home, or if some local guy has bees.

The birds seemed quiet today. Maybe they’re saving their voices in the heat. One warbler seemed to be the exception and a boat-tailed grackle that lit in the closet oak for only a few minutes. The latter didn’t have a very melodic call—more of a subdued caw, like a quiet crow.

Eventually, the missus came out and told us that lunch was ready, so the pooch and I retired to the air-conditioned house. We always try to keep our priorities in order. © 2017
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The oldest aircraft design meets the newest aircraft technology (a link)

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Bayou Renaissance Man: The oldest aircraft design meets the newest aircraft technology
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Disappointed In Sessions

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Like Trump, I was disappointed when Jeff Sessions recused himself from the false “Russian” fiasco immediately upon taking his position. His decision set in motion the growth of the whole situation by encouraging the bogus press and by bringing on Comey’s friend as a special investigator into the whole imaginary affair. Millions upon millions of tax dollars better spent elsewhere will be wasted and the population kept in a constant state of aggravation by Session’s one simple act.

He then lost even more of my confidence when he commented that he wasn’t going to take sides in the Bundy situation out west. The judge in that case has literally told the defendants that “THEY HAVE NO RIGHTS!” Those men have been severely mistreated and denied their rights over the last few YEARS that they have been wrongly imprisoned. I believe that judge’s plan is to make the trial last as long as possible to stave off appeals that would probably go in favor of the defendants. Quite simply, they are political prisoners, locked up for fighting the Clinton/Reid/Obama land grabs.

The latest gripe that I have with Sessions is his proposed expansion of the use of asset forfeiture in “fighting crime.” That practice is already one of the most abused tools in the law enforcement arsenal, enriching police departments and government agencies, often by legal theft from INNOCENT bystanders. I’m not against the property of drug dealers and kingpins being taken, but you shouldn’t lose your property just because a deal went down on your place.

In the beginning, I had high hopes for Jeff Sessions; those hopes were short-lived. © 2017
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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Mom Burns "Teen Vogue" For Promoting Anal Sex (a link)

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http://politichicks.com/2017/07/activist-mommy-burns-teen-vogue-anal-sex-tutorial-getting-1-9-million-hits/
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Michigan Court Tell Grandpa He Has To Give Up Gun To Keep Grandchild (a link)

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http://freebeacon.com/issues/lawsuit-alleges-michigan-agency-told-grandfather-hed-give-gun-rights-foster-grandson/
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Later May Not Come (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2017-228: Digging into Deuteronomy: Later May Not Come
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Shooting The Cat

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Kittens are cute little things. I know very few people who aren’t charmed by kittens. Sadly, kittens have the despicable habit of turning into cats. For that reason, I’m a dog guy—always have been, always will be.
We once had a cat on the farm, though, thanks to my slightly deranged sister. I don’t remember where she got the cute little ball of fluff but, despite being six years her junior, I knew that no good would come of the affair. Sis was probably in her mid-teens and thus old enough to care for the thing so, of course, the responsibility ended up falling on Mom anyway.

Most farm cats don’t have litter boxes; that’s what the great outdoors is for. Naturally, once the cat arrived, you had to watch your step in dusty areas of the lawn, barn and driveway, and even in the gravel of the driveway. The kitten eventually turned into a beautiful grey Persian cat, which the folks made sure to get spayed before its presence became common knowledge among the neighborhood tomcats.

Now, most farmers think that having a cat around the barn is a good thing, since most cats are good at catching mice, but sis’s cat didn’t seem to like either cattle or mice very well, so she didn’t travel the 400 feet to the barn very often. That may have also been in part due to her ample pear-shaped body from her love of spaghetti and other people foods. Cat food just wasn’t her thing. Unfortunately, such things gave her extraordinary gas which, in typical cat-like fashion, she figured was OUR problem, not hers.

While the cat would on occasion kill a mouse, if it attacked first, she much preferred songbirds. Plus, more than once, I caught her with a baby rabbit, hide torn almost completely from its body as she tortured it to death. For those who have ever wondered, you CAN drop-kick a cat, but I don’t suggest it as they tend to walk funny for a few weeks afterward.

After my sister went to college, all home improvement stopped on the old farm house and the cat got less attention, as well. That combination seemed to cause the cat to look for additional ways to be aggravating. She found that she could climb the screen door on the back porch and get into the rafters that had been uncovered during some planned renovation. She then found a hole that she could squeeze through into the half-story attic room over the rear ell of the house. The room was used only for storage of ancient odds and ends and was in some disarray. As a result, there were times in the night when I would lie sleeping, only to be awoken by the sound of some object falling beyond the door going from my bedroom into the attic. Talk about things going bump in the night! But, at least I knew who was responsible.

One day when the folks were gone and the cat was milling around the back porch, I looked at the sagging screen of the back door and the gap at the top, where the overweight feline had pulled the screen from its frame, and an idea struck me. Going to a closet in the next room, I found an old hot-water bottle and the accompanying hose and nozzle used for things that I won’t discuss here. Filling it with water and mounting the hose and nozzle, I sat a chair a few feet inside the screen door and WAITED.

I didn’t have to wait long. Soon, the cat decided to climb the screen to its upstairs territory. Tucking the water bottle under one arm and aiming with the other hand, I clamped my arm down on the bottle for pressure and gave the cat a good hosing. The look of shock on its face was more than I could handle without laughing aloud. The cat dove from the screen, ran a few feet and shook the water off as best it could. A few minutes later, it tried climbing the screen again with the same results. It left the porch that time.

That evening, Mom was in the closet for some reason and asked if I’d been using the hot-water bottle. When I told her that I had and what for, she and Dad cracked up. A few days later, Dad got the ladder, found the hole into the attic and patched it. I never did break the cat of climbing the screen even though I “shot” her a few more times. Cats are cats, after all. With the hole blocked, she sometimes just sat on one of the rafters and stared down at me with a disgusted look on her face. Life’s rough for a farm cat with an ornery boy around! © 2017
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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Too Dern Hot!

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It was entirely too hot for this old geezer to do anything outside today, so I ended up napping for two hours this afternoon, rather than one. My sleep pattern is all messed up, but with this heat, it’s not like it’s affecting anything worthwhile. There’s nothing on TV worth watching, but the missus perseveres and I spend too much time on the computer. The dog naps a lot.

I can’t remember if I mentioned that I put some Freon (or whatever it may be) in my truck A/C, but I did and it helped. It got up to 93 in town today when we went in to run an errand, so I’m glad the A/C was “percolating.” It hadn’t been bad on my side, but it wasn’t blowing very cold on my wife’s side, so she was really happy about the change. As near as I can tell, I only used about half the can.

Somewhere along the way, somebody lost the little cap that covers the valve where you put it in, and the ones in the “kit” I got to tighten the valve were both too large. So today I got a little rubber stopper at the hardware store and rasped it down where it would “screw” into the opening above the valve.

We’re trying to sell a few things on Facebook, but no-one around here has any money, so we basically have to give it away. Rather than fool with people for pennies on the dollar, we sometimes just take stuff to the Salvation Army and let THEM deal with it. It doesn’t put any money in OUR pocket, but at least whatever few cents they get out of things goes to a good cause.

All my jeans are basically worn out, except one miserably uncomfortable pair that I bought online. I wear them anyway, though, since there are none to buy around here. Maybe I’ll just get some gunny sacks and turn them into kilts; THAT should turn a few heads and be cooler besides! (I suspect a good dose of fabric softener would make them more comfortable, especially if I go “commando!”)

I think I’ll leave you tonight with that vision of loveliness rattling around your head. Stay cool! © 2017
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Feminist Leaders Had Terrible Mothers (a link)

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https://thetransformedwife.com/feminists-leaders-had-terrible-mothers/
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200 Pound Cannon Ball From 1759 Found In Quebec City (a link)

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https://dailytimewaster.blogspot.com/2017/07/live-200-pound-cannonball-from-1759.html?showComment=1500393065673#c4393718637667346903
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This isn't just an injustice, it's a moral obscenity. (a link)

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Bayou Renaissance Man: This isn't just an injustice, it's a moral obscenity
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Have You Checked Your First Aid Kit? (a link)

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http://sixbearsinthewoods.blogspot.com/2017/07/have-you-checked-your-first-aid-kit.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+SixbearsInTheWoods+%28Sixbears+in+the+Woods%29
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Let’s Talk (a link)

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Perpetual Proverbs: Let’s Talk
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Monday, July 17, 2017

FACEBOOK Is Still Messin' With Me!

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I was COMPLETELY OFF FACEBOOK for a couple minutes doing something else, but when I logged back on and made my FIRST post, I was given a "captcha" with this message: "It looks like you’re using this feature in a way it wasn’t meant to be used. Please slow down, or you could be blocked from using it." If there's a "posts per hour" regulation, maybe they should make it well known.
Actually, the practice has gotten rather hit and miss lately, so I suspect that there's ONE INDIVIDUAL FACEBOOK EMPLOYEE who despises my religion and politics and does what he/she can to cause trouble for me when I'm using the service.
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Reebok Mouths Off (a link)

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https://www.youngcons.com/reebok-tweets-ad-mocking-trumps-comments-to-french-presidents-wife/?ref=FacebookPost
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Video On Making Wagon Wheels (a link)

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http://coopfeathers.blogspot.com/2017/07/wagon-wheels.html
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Responsibility (a link)

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https://momsscribbles.blogspot.com/2017/07/responsibility.html?showComment=1500344020096#c4795835162653248225
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Congress (meme)

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THE NUMBERS DON'T ADD UP!

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According to the highest number I could find, 15 million people have Obamacare, yet "Trumpcare" opponents claim 24 million people will lose their insurance under Trump's plan. EXACTLY HOW DOES THAT WORK?
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I'll Be Watchin' For Ya! (pic)

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Cop Called On Boy Who Mentions Brownies (a link)

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http://www.americanow.com/story/society/2016/09/20/police-officers-called-school-after-9-year-old-says-word-brownies?fb=lz
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Need A 1911 Anyone? (a link)

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http://dailytimewaster.blogspot.com/2017/07/well-well-this-sounds-like-some-good.html
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The war on cash is now being subsidized. (a link)

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Bayou Renaissance Man: The war on cash is now being subsidized . . .
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Allen West Made A List (a link)

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https://www.sarahpalin.com/allen-wests-damning-list-leaves-no-excuse-liberals-outrageous-hypocrisy-trump/?ref=Ads
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Another Big Pedophile Bust (a link)

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http://www.neonnettle.com/news/2151-pedophile-ring-child-porn-king-arrested-in-largest-ever-bust

Have you noticed that haven't arrested Slick Willie yet? I suspect they never will.
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Sunday, July 16, 2017

It's Wearing Me OUT!

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I can't seem to find any real news anymore on the TV. I've COMPLETELY given up on MSM and get my news from CBN and some from FOX. Even FOX doesn't want to talk about anything but Trump. Though I voted for the man, he's not my only interest in life!
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Trump Blocks Lifting Sanctions On Bloody Sudan (a link)

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https://www.youngcons.com/trump-overturns-obama-executive-order-on-sudan-humanitarian-advocates-praising-decision/?ref=FacebookPost
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A Question For Us Pious Souls

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I just saw where a lady on Facebook posted several posts from a friend about self-righteousness and being judgmental. Ever the devil's advocate, I replied "LOL - Sorry, I just HAVE to ask this question! - Isn't telling OTHERS not to be self-righteous and judgmental BEING self-righteous and judgmental?"

Feel free to comment.
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Decisions, Decisions! (meme)

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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Day By Day, And Calling Out Greed

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There are a couple problems with getting older. One is that you can’t do what you once did. Another problem is that you don’t remember if you do. (Actually, there are MANY problems with getting older, but I won’t go there today.)

As best as I can remember, the only thing that I accomplished Monday was to get my finger nails and toe nails trimmed, and those of the pooch as well. I’d been putting both off for far too long, since the dog was beginning to walk sideways and the circus approached me about being one of their side-shows as the long-nailed man from the West Virginia woods. I suspect that I may have done something else that day, but that’s all I remember.

Now Tuesday, I took my recently acquired garden sickle and cut the grass and weeds that try to grow along the front porch where the mower can’t reach. I’m pretty sure that there were two other things that I did that day, but they’re lost to history. I DID go to Kroger’s and pick up a med that they would normally have charged me $34 for, but sold to me for $11 by price-matching Chinamart.

Today, I took the truck to the shop to learn why it began blowing steam or something out the AC vents yesterday evening. (We were able to get by just by turning the AC off and putting the windows down, since the main heat of the day was past.) I’d been asking the Lord to make it a cheap fix and He answered my prayer to the affirmative. I had to spend $4 to get a “kit” so I could tighten the valve at the “in” port of my AC. Whew! I suspect it’s been lose for about five years now, since I’ve had to add Freon every year. I’ll see if that ends the problem. I also got one of those cans of Freon that’s been advertised showing the thieving dog. I think it’s to the point of needing a little added.

I also picked up another med at Kroger’s today. They would have charged me $24, if I hadn’t mentioned that they only charged me $4 last time. Once again, it was a Chinamart match and I got it for $4. Now what gets me is this: I seriously doubt if Chinamart is using the drugs as loss leaders. I could be wrong, but I’d lay money that they’re still getting some mark-up. In that case, Kroger’s probably is too. So is it REALLY necessary to add $23 to the cost of the first med and $20 to the second? That seems pretty greedy to me.

I originally started getting my meds at Kroger’s because Chinamart was ridiculously understaffed and the wait was too long. That was remedied long ago. I continued getting them at Kroger’s because I LOATHE giving so much money to Chinamart, since we do nearly ALL of our shopping there. What I’m struggling with is this: Does a company THAT greedy, deserve my continued business, even if they DO match Chinamart’s price when asked? © 2017
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Monday, July 10, 2017

Wrong Side Of The Bed

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My wife and I grew up on farms, so we used to be early risers. Somewhere along the way, maybe due in part to 12 years of afternoon shift, four years total of unemployment and now two years of retirement, we’ve become night-owls. We both have trouble getting to sleep, so stay up late, and then sleep late, which re-enforces the problem.

Another problem for me is that I need a little time for my system to wake up before I can eat anything, whereas my wife wakes up hungry enough to eat a horse. Worse yet, she usually wakes up a few minutes ahead of me. Then she hollers “Lunch!” Now it might be 11AM, or it might be 8:30, but it’s lunch and it’s NOT a small meal!

Lunch was reasonably late today at 10AM, but my belly still wasn’t awake yet. As soon as I sat down, the Mighty Dachshund began a terrific session of rolling on the floor right in front of me. That’s her way of saying, “GEE, I’m thrilled to see you, I’ve missed you and I’ve got to go outside RIGHT THIS SECOND!” So, I left my meal untouched, put on my jeans and took her out. She proceeded to drain a while and then, for the next several minutes, purged her bowels over twenty feet and in three piles. I’m sure she felt better afterwards. After cleaning her off (Who wants poop on the carpet?) I took her back inside and washed my hands.

Returning to my then cool meal, I ate my green beans and macaroni and cheese with gusto, the fried chicken thigh—not so much. I prefer breast meat, but any and all chicken is okay. My wife prefers thighs, which she invariably rolls in flour and fries. Unless they’re grilled, I’ve always found them to be fatty and don’t much care for them. However, she loves them and they’re the best price so, when we have chicken, we have thighs. Wonderful! (Could you cut that sarcasm with a knife or WHAT?)

After turning on my computer, my own innards seemed to be calling my name, so I headed for the little room at the foot of the stairs. My wife asked if I was headed there and, when I answered in the affirmative, she told me to hurry up, because she needed to go, too. Strange, I wonder why she hadn’t already drug herself away from the TV and gone? Actually, my wife rarely needs to go to the bathroom until I start there, then she needs to go worse than I do. So this time, as I usually do, I told her to go first. A minute later, she emerged, telling me it was a false alarm.

Sometimes, I think her constant need to go only when I do is related to women in public never going to the bathroom alone when other women are available to go with them. Did you ever notice they make a social event out of it? Now I can see if they’re in a seedy section of town and in fear for their life (or their purse), but in a fancy restaurant with a crowd of people nearby? The government should take away some of the money that they use studying cockroaches and tree frogs and investigate that phenomenon. Men around the world would like to know the reason.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, as soon as I emerged from the bathroom and sat down at the computer a lady from the doctor’s office called about some meds. Then my wife brought me a phone number and wanted me to take care of a matter for her. Maybe her “dialing” finger is hurt and she never told me.

As I finished my morning grump here, I looked out the window, thinking that I might tinker around outside before it gets too hot. Unfortunately, I missed my narrow window of opportunity—it’s raining………AGAIN!

Maybe I’ll go back to bed! © 2017
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Saturday, July 8, 2017

Little Stuff Today (except the last item)

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When I was a kid, there was a miniature set of screwdrivers on the shelf over the cookstove in the kitchen. Why, I’m not sure, but since I started wearing glasses in grade school they came in handy many a time. Today, one lens fell out of my wife’s “kitchen glasses,” so I tightened the frames with a set of miniature drivers that I keep in my desk drawer. Then, I checked my own and found one temple looser than I expected. Another “save” for little drivers.

The big wind yesterday knocked a tree over in a cemetery across from our city park. In falling, it took down the cemetery fence and the power lines, closed the street and probably demolished some gravestones. Several other trees around town came down, too, and power still isn’t restored a couple places. We noticed that tree along the front of our property succumbed to the wind, also. The power company half-killed it a few years ago with spray and it’s never been the same since. Apparently too many roots were killed, too.

The insurance company sent me a card the other day to record the mileage on my wife’s car, in hopes that she would lose her low mileage discount. They’ll be very disappointed to learn that the care has only been driven 101 miles in the last 16 months! I LOVE IT! The greedy jerks!

I went in McDonald’s to use the restroom, before we got the three of us an ice cream cone apiece today. The whole time, some black chic was on the PA moaning, groaning and screaming. I assume someone considered it “music” to dine by.

There’s a kayaker missing from some who were swept over a local dam today. I hope it’s no-one from my daughter-in-laws group. © 2017
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