Sunday, January 22, 2017

Some Information On Melania (a link)

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http://qpolitical.com/melania-trump-reveals-heartbreaking-journey-achieving-american-dream/
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A Mixed Bag For Sunday

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We got a late start toward town today, so we got back later, too. Still, I was able to work outside for over an hour running the chainsaw and using the lawn tractor to pull poles and short logs to the front yard. I’ll have more than enough to finish my current stack of wood, so I’ll soon be able to sell it for a little gas money for the truck. It was the first time in probably three weeks I’d had the opportunity and weather at the same time to allow me to work outside. It felt very good, though it tired me out some.

As for my “TV problem” that I mentioned in a previous post, I remembered my stash of earplugs, so the problem was solved.

I went upstairs and boxed up my C-PAP machine this evening. After less than two full nights, it was already beginning to affect my sense of smell and make me feel funny. I’ve decide that I’ve always trusted in the Lord to leave me here as long as there is a reason, so I guess there’s no need to put any trust in an aggravating machine that causes as many problems as it solves.

I was checking my blog stats earlier and was surprised what the one source gave as the number of folks who had visited my blog. Just to keep me humble, though, their records showed that 55% of the visits lasted less than five seconds, and 50% of all visits were first time ones. I take it those folks didn’t like what they saw and will never be back. (Probably snowflake-liberals that showed up there by accident! Haha!)

I just bottled another stink bug before I sat back down here at the computer. I’ve learned that they’ll usually hold still long enough that I can get them with an empty water bottle. The little Chinese immigrants seem to find easy access to my board cabin, though the walls are about eight inches thick, so my new hobby is bottling bugs. I hope you don’t have too many in your area, or at least have a tighter home than I do.

Well, I go to my regular MD tomorrow for a six-month check up. No biggie, Medicaid requires it, and he rarely leaves the comfort of his stool, so it’s easy money for him. I WILL get a blood draw for my heart doctor while I’m there. My “device” told the techs that my heart-rate is climbing slightly and he wants to check my Digoxin levels and will probably raise them slightly. I’m on a very low dose as it is, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

I worked the last ten minutes in the rain today, and it’s supposed to rain tomorrow, so I guess it will be yet another inside day. Hope your Monday is a good one! © 2017
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Media Continues To Hide inconvenient Truths (a link)

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http://teapartyorg.ning.com/forum/topic/show?id=4301673%3ATopic%3A4470848&xgs=1&xg_source=msg_share_topic
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The New Reality (meme)

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"After War" Photos Of My Dad's

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My dad is on the right: I don't know who his buddy is. This was taken at some sort of lodge where they were being quartered at some point in 1946. I believe the lodge may have been near Mt. Fuji and a lake of some kind, from what I remember Dad saying.


Here's the front of the lodge. You'll notice the same light-colored trim piece in the porch gable as was in the photo above.


I'm pretty sure this is the dining room of the same lodge. If anyone knows where this was, please let me know.
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Surrounded By Perversion

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Everywhere I go online, I keep bumping into photos of the women’s march in Washington. Like the rioters, many seem a little unclear about what they’re protesting. In one photo, several women are holding signs stating that they want to protect “productive rights.” Obviously, they don’t really understand the meaning of the words they’re using. If they did, they’d know that their signs indicate that they’re fighting for the right for women to HAVE babies, not murder them. They need to go back to using the term “abortion rights,” if they’re going to be hell-bound murderers, they might at least be honest about it.

On a more personal note my dinky office is right next door to my wife’s room, where she’s watching the little flock of semi-fundamentalist Mormons that have a “reality” show called “Sister Wives.” Currently, the little group of perverts is dealing with the very brattiest of their offspring who has decided that she’s a lesbian. I can’t help but hear it, but the whole think makes me almost sick. Perverts can pop up anywhere, but I have to wonder if it’s more likely in homes where sexual practices are weird (and sinful) to begin with. © 2017
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Very Old Medical Book (a link)

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Coffee with the Hermit: Very Old Medical Book...!
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Memes - Take 'Em For What They're Worth

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Saturday, January 21, 2017

104 years Ago Today

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... my granddad, at Charleston, West Virginia, sent this to my grandma at Parkersburg, WV.
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Little Debbie's Simple Little Recipe

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I like Little Debbie stuffed oatmeal cookies; they're just one of my weaknesses. Today, I decided to read the ingredients, just to be sure they hadn't added xyletol, thus making it impossible to share them with the Mighty Dachshund. The length of the list didn't really surprise me, though I still have to wonder if it's safe to share them with her. (I already KNOW that humans shouldn't eat them.) Just in case you're curious, I cut off that section of the box so you could see it.

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Um-um good!

Just for the record, I also went online and got a recipe for UNSTUFFED oatmeal cookies. You might be amused by the difference in ingredients.

butter, white sugar, brown sugar, eggs, vanilla extract, flour, salt, cinnamon, oats
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Civilization Is A Thin Veneer (a link)

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http://rationalpreparedness.blogspot.com/2017/01/civilization-is-thin-veneer.html
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My Saturday

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We decided to go to Chinamart today to do our main shopping for the week. When the missus got out of the truck, I went next door and bought a couple new, empty gallon paint cans. (Ralph Goff will probably chuckle at that.) Used cans would serve for most things, but I figured I’d best have new for my project. One will hold naphtha for degreasing saw chains before sharpening and the other will hold bar oil to dip them in afterwards, and I didn’t know how either liquid would react with paint residue in a used can.

I never degreased my chains when I cut timber, but the dealers do it. It makes the chains cleaner to handle and makes your files last longer. However, since it’s best not to put a bone-dry chain back on the bar, I’ll dip them in oil after I sharpen them (the dealers do that too, I think). If plans go as desired, I may finally fire up my chainsaw mill this summer and will need to sharpen chains again. I may even see if I can file a few for profit, but I have doubts whether that will pan out.

I picked up a few things myself today at the store. Some were grocery items that my wife won’t use, so I paid for them with my small amount of remaining money from my monthly stipend. I also picked up a jar of pineapple chunks, not because I really “needed” them, but because I needed the jar. I guess I could do like some advertisers and say that if I paid nearly $3 for the jar, the pineapple was free! I would rather have had Mandarin oranges, but they were from Communist China, whereas the pineapple was from Thailand. I’m not sure that’s much better. Both were sold under the DOLE label. Remember when their fruit came from Florida and Hawaii? That’s one reason I don’t buy much of their stuff anymore.

I took the dog out when we got home, and then sat on the porch with her for a while. There were a couple vehicles on the 15 acres of vacant property across the road about 150 yards from the house. That piece is very narrow, but deep—like a piece of ribbon. There’s very little buildable land near the road, but enough for a couple houses. These guys seemed to be looking down over the brink at the next flat though. I assume the place is being sold and that we may soon have more cussed neighbors. My wife takes the opposite view and thinks another home nearby will make our place safer. If I’d have been able, I’d have bought both places across the road just so I WOULDN’T have another home nearby, but that’s just the sort of cranky old curmudgeon I am.

 Since it was the Sabbath, I didn’t do any work outside, though we had perfect weather for it. I would keep the Sabbath properly if my wife would, but she’s a “normal” Christian and thinks I’m a couple bricks shy of a load. So, she cooked a meal today and we went shopping. I know the Lord will forgive me, but I still don’t like doing it.

On a different note, they say prepping is already down since the election. I guess that makes a big statement about people’s faith in Trump, but folks should remember that not all catastrophes are political. I can’t do much prepping anymore, but I do what I can. I hope you do, too. We ALL need to be like the OLD Boy Scouts and be prepared. © 2017
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And They Wonder Why Trump Won! (a link)

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http://www.rural-revolution.com/2017/01/and-you-wonder-why-trump-won.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+RuralRevolution+%28Rural+Revolution%29
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Smart Birds (a link)

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Coffee with the Hermit: Smart Birds...!
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Friday, January 20, 2017

108 Years Ago Today

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...my grandma at Parkersburg, West Virginia, sent this card to my granddad, working at Griffithsville, WV.
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109 Years Ago Today

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... my grandma's brother, Albert, working at Sour Lake, Texas, sent the first card to her at Parkersburg, West Virginia, while "Lottie," at Kanawha Station, West Virginia, sent her the second card.
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Just When You Think NBC Can't Slither Any Lower (a link)

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http://thetruthdivision.com/2017/01/shocker-barron-trump-compared-school-shooters/
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Stone Throwing (a link)

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Spreading God's Love: Stone Throwing
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Soros Slithers Onward (a link)

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https://www.city-journal.org/html/connoisseur-chaos-14954.html
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Dangers To Democracy

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Multiple Memes

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Thursday, January 19, 2017

Idleness And Other Devilish Pastimes

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I didn’t get a lot done today, so at least I was consistent. My sleep wasn’t the greatest last night; for one thing, I woke up after a couple hours to that nauseating odor in my sinuses that comes from over-using my C-PAP machine. I probably won’t use it for a couple days now. I took off the “mask” and slept a couple more hours without it, until my wife rang the bell to let me know that the Mighty Dachshund needed to sashay out into the lawn. I couldn’t get back to sleep afterward, so I got back up and the missus fixed breakfast at 4:30 am. THEN, I had to stay up another hour-and-a-half to let it settle before I could go back to bed. I DID manage to type up a post during that time.

Climbing out of bed later, my sheet crinkled like it was a plastic tarp. I’m using a flat 100% cotton sheet on the bottom, but a PART cotton-part polyester sheet for the top. Between the top sheet’s stiffness and its reaction with the cotton below, it sounds like I’m camping in the woods on a plastic ground cloth and I get to see little balls of static electricity like a sort of mini-fireworks show when I move.

We snuck across the big river and into enemy territory today, so my wife could visit their Chinamart. I went next door to Lowes and looked for naphtha, but all they had was quarts for $8, when I can buy it in another chain’s store down here for $16 a gallon. No thanks. I DID slip into Chinamart just long enough to look for a pocket calendar. I’d finally settled on a 7-inch square one for my desk recently. Square seems to be the new style of calendar these days and the square ones the same width as my old one was too “tall” for the old spot, so I’m standing the smaller one against my computer. It’s actually more convenient than the old location. Since I couldn’t find a pocket calendar anywhere in the store, I looked at an American-made pocket notebook but, while the quality was far better, it was $3 to China’s 26 cents, so I sadly settled for the cheaper one. I wanted a small calendar to mark down my pills as I take them, as I sometimes miss them.

When I got home, I did manage to go to the basement for a few minutes and drag out an antique bed that I’m giving my sweet little daughter-in-law. Hopefully, I’ll get it delivered before the weekend entirely escapes me. I was hoping to have a book to loan her if she desired, but my reading has been a bit lax lately and I may not be done in time.

I went onto Facebook for a while later and made a couple comments about politics and tattoos. I was immediately jumped by a sodomite and two snowflakes for daring to have an opinion that didn’t happen to jive with theirs. After a couple salvos, I wisely blocked them, so I wouldn’t have to tolerate opinions different than mine. – LOL - Of course they could have done that in the first place, but they really WANT someone to fuss with them. I guess it gives their life meaning. I DO get tired of all the haters, though.

I sat down with the missus and watched some of the inaugural concert, but wasn’t all that impressed. I thought Trump spoke well afterward. He’s got gonads; he came out from behind the bullet-proof glass surrounding his family when he spoke. I kept hoping some jerk with a .50MG sniper rifle wasn’t within a half-mile of the site. After the fireworks, he and his family went inside the Lincoln Memorial for a few minutes and stood before Lincoln’s statue and read and quietly chatted a little. As he stood there looking at the likeness of Lincoln, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was a little overwhelmed by the size of the task before him, and if he didn’t feel a bit like David, staring at a Goliath of a job.

I’ll be praying for him and those around him every day from now on; I hope you will, too. © 2017
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Trump Adviser Poisoned (a link)

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This SEEMS to check out:

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Flippin’ The Bucket

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Since many of my readers tend to be geezerly sorts like myself, I’m sure this subject will ring a bell for a few folks. I can just barely remember when the OLD barn was standing at our farm. Dad built the new one in 1961 using only hand tools. He did have some occasional help from his father, brother-in-law and a couple nephews, though.

What was left of the old barn was soon torn down, but the accompanying cistern was left, since Dad figured he’d rig one of the downspouts from the new barn to fill it. Interestingly enough, that was never required. Whether groundwater seeped into joints of the old clay filler pipe, or into some unseen crack near the top of the cistern, we never knew (or cared), but in rainy weather, the old cistern filled just as reliably as if the old barn was still there. (Theme from the “Twilight Zone” playing in the background.)

Since we didn’t have city water at the farm, the reasonably close proximity of the old cistern was a real boon on those occasions when we had cows penned in the barn for any reason. Filling a half-barrel with water as the cows drank took a few trips, even with two buckets, but the cistern was only a hundred feet away, so it wasn’t too bad.

Now, as those of you who’ve ever dipped water from a well or cistern with a bucket on a rope will know, there’s some slight skill involved. If you just lower the bucket until it hits the water, it just floats there like a miniature version of some Welshman’s or Irishman’s coracle. All it would need to take a tour of the cistern would be a leprechaun with a paddle. That’s where the skill comes in. To tip the bucket and make it fill, you have to give a certain swing and flip of the rope just before it touches the water, so the bucket will land on its side, instead of its bottom. Thus the bucket will fill. If you don’t get it just right, all you have to do is raise the bucket a few inches and do it over. It was always great fun give the task to some city friend when they visited and see how long it took for them to figure it out.

There IS a way to cheat a bit, though. If we were going to be drawing water for an animal for some time to come, like when we fastened up the bull every spring, Dad would put a short length of log chain between the rope and the bail of the bucket. It only takes eight to 12 inches of 3/8 chain to do the trick, though other lengths and chain sizes would work. With the chain in place, even the slightest flip would tip the bucket and let it fill. It seems to me that I’ve seen some folks fasten the chain (or some other weight) directly to one side of the bucket, but we never did.

It’s funny the things that come to mind after you’ve put the pooch out at 3am and you can’t get back to sleep. That’s why, after lying there for over an hour, I decided to get up and share this with you. I hope you feel rested as you read this; I’m going back to bed! © 2017
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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

105 Years Ago Today

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...my great grandma at Parkersburg, West Virginia, sent this to my granddad at Joker, WV.
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107 Years Ago Today

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...Lidia Harrell at Tuscola, Illinois, sent this card to my yet unmarried grandma at Parkersburg, West Virginia.
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Little Stuff

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The only “excitement” here today was when someone rang our doorbell but no-one was there. The dog let out a howl when it rang and the missus practically ran to the door, but there wasn’t even a car in the driveway. The missus refused to believe me when I told her that she and the pooch must have been napping in front of the TV, since it sounded to me that was the source of the sound, though I was in my closet, er….office. I took the pooch out to drain immediately afterwards just to check her reaction, but there was no briggling around and sniffing and whining like there is when she smells the lingering scent of strangers. I told my wife, but she still refused to believe me, so I dropped it. She drifts off a LOT in front of the boob tube, but won’t admit it, and then she wonders why she can’t sleep at night. I’ve learned to just “wonder” along with her.

I lost another chunk of tooth a couple nights ago. Of course, according to the local TV station, since I’m over 60 and living in West Virginia, I’m not supposed to even HAVE any teeth. Nearly all of the kids who work there are from out of state, so they probably believe that garbage. They were probably surprised to discover that we wear shoes here, too.

I got my monthly stipend today, so we splurged and went to Panera Bread for lunch and then to Chinamart to pick up a few things. I rarely go there, as I feel they charge too much for their food. We could have had a nice meal somewhere for what we paid for two salads and teas. The salads were decent, but the green tea was pathetically weak.

At Chinamart, I looked for a natural broom-corn wisk broom, but there were none to be found. I wanted something to clean off my chainsaw before I poured gas and oil in it. I ended up getting a 3” nylon painting brush for $1.50, which should do the trick. I may get another the next time I go there, so I’ll have one in the back of the truck and one by the basement door, the two places that I usually fill and/or adjust my saw. I see where some of the Stihl saws are being made in China these days, though some are supposedly made in America, too. If I ever buy another saw, it will NOT be made in China, or I’ll buy a used one instead.

I picked up a pack of small zip-ties while I was shopping, but now I can’t remember what I was getting them for. Dern! I also got a small tarp for my chainsaw mill frame. It’s made from treated wood, but the new “safe” chemicals they use are next to worthless. Carpenter bees had drilled holes in the underside last summer, and there were fungi growing on one side of the frame. Guess it’s time to get it covered and paint it with used motor oil.

I picked up a small pack of fishing jigs to put in my pick-up truck “survival kit.” I’m not sure why, I guess if we ever got stuck away from home, my subconscious deemed them good additions to the fishing line, hooks and sinkers already in the kit. I put a small fire-starter log in there the other day, too. I’d carry a rifle in there if it was easier to be legal, but I guess I’ll have to settle for the (permitted) pistol in my pocket.

I like to cover all the bases, you know. © 2017
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Dizzy Has A Couple Good Ones Today! (a link)

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Good, clean jokes:

https://dizzydick.blogspot.com/2017/01/how-about-some-more-rib-ticklers.html?showComment=1484787063432#c5321506476998787648
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We'll Never Know!

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Back on January 9, 2016, a group of HELLS ANGELS, South Carolina bikers were riding east on 378 when they saw a girl about to jump off the Pee Dee River Bridge. So they stopped.
George, their leader, a big burly man of 53, gets off his Harley, walks through a group of gawkers, past the State Trooper who was trying to talk her down off the railing, and says,
"Hey Baby . . . whatcha doin' up there on that railin'?"
She says tearfully, "I'm going to commit suicide!!"
While he didn't want to appear "sensitive," George also didn't want to miss this "be-a-legend" opportunity either so he asked . . . "Well, before you jump, Honey-Babe . . .
why don't you give ol' George here your best last kiss?"
So, with no hesitation at all, she leaned back over the railing and did just that . . .
and it was a long, deep, lingering kiss followed immediately by another even better one.
After they breathlessly finished, George gets a big thumbs-up approval from his biker-buddies, the onlookers, and even the State Trooper, and then says, "Wow! That was the best kiss I have ever had! That's a real talent you're wasting there, Sugar Shorts. You could be famous if you rode with me. Why are you committing suicide?"
"My parents don't like me dressing up like a girl."
It's still unclear whether she jumped or was pushed.
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Good Memes At Harry's Today! (a link)

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http://harryflashmansblog.blogspot.com/2017/01/after-cold-warm-spell.html
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Obama Did Something Good Last Year; But Just Reversed It.

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http://www.npr.org/sections/itsallpolitics/2013/04/16/177496734/how-congress-quietly-overhauled-its-insider-trading-law
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A Feather for Obama's Crown? Injustice to the Hilt

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MUSING BY THE CREEKSIDE: A Feather for Obama's Crown? Injustice to the Hilt
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Just Sayin'

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The Lord made the Sabbath and the Lord never changed it. We can have church services any day we choose, but we are apostate if we call Sunday the Sabbath and move ANY of the Sabbath Rules to that day.
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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

1945 or 1946 - Philippines or Japan

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I don't know who the driver is, but I suspect this is the type of fuel truck that my dad drove for a while. This could have been in the Philippines during the war, or more likely at Ashiya, Japan afterwards. I wish dad had either written on the back or that I would have asked.
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Read This Only If You’re Bored

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Yesterday, I’d planned to work outside a bit before the rain came. Unfortunately, I had a strange feeling in my chest. I wouldn’t call it tightness, nor pain, nor ache, nor soreness, but maybe a VERY light blend of ALL of them. I didn’t tell the missus and I resisted the urge to go to the quick-med place and get checked out, but I didn’t go out and run the chainsaw as I’d planned, either.

I DID take a couple aspirin and drink a half-liter of water to thin my blood a little, just in case. Gradually, I decided that the sensation was from lying nearly all night on my left side the previous night. With my weight, lying on my side puts some pressure on my sternum, as my chest muscles (and chest blubber) compress. I normally try to spend some time on my back and on my left side, but that night, I slept longer and deeper than normal and I ended up in the same position most of the night. By mid-afternoon, the feeling was gone.

Speaking of my C-PAP machine, my loss of scenting ability began to return after only three day’s use, despite not using Vicks anymore and starting the occasion use of saline spray. So, I didn’t use it the next night and only part of the night the next. If I wake up feeling like the sensation is returning, or sick to my stomach in the slightest, I take a break from it for a couple hours or longer. So far, my ability to smell things has stayed intact since making that slight adjustment.

After watching the 700 Club and taking my wife and the pooch for a spin, I only had a few minutes of daylight left, so I went to the basement and got a couple things to take upstairs to work with. (Since my basement shop needs organized badly and my wife has the basement stairs blocked because it’s in use as a “broom closet,” I’ve decided to sharpen my saw chains in my bedroom – lol). That movement of materials was the extent of my “work” for the day.

I got a message on my phone the other day that my “device” (pacemaker/defibrillator) had indicated that my heart rate has been up some lately. My heart doctor wants me to get a blood test to see what my Dioxin (Digitalis) levels are and may raise them. I wonder, though, if those higher rates are at night. Since I didn’t use my C-PAP for three weeks and don’t normally use it for the entire night even now. I’ve got a notion to try finding out before I go get stuck for nothing.

When I was in the basement moving some things, I think I saw my little cordless circle-saw under some other stuff. I was afraid it had been stolen from my truck when I accidentally left it unlocked a few times at Chinamart. I REALLY need to organize my basement. That was supposed to be one of my winter projects and I need to get on it.

Well, a couple more days and we’ll have a new president. I hope you all will join me in praying for his safety and that he’ll get holy guidance during his time in office. © 2017
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US links to exiled 17th Century Scots soldiers revealed (a link)

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A Woodsrunner's Diary: US links to exiled 17th Century Scots soldiers revealed.
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I Am Zorro (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2017-017: I Am Zorro
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Monday, January 16, 2017

101 Years Ago Today

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...my granddad, at Hartley, West Virginia, sent this card to my grandma at Parkersburg, WV.
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105 Years Ago Today

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...my grandma at Parkersburg, West Virginia, sent this card to my granddad at Joker, WV.
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109 Years Ago Today

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..."Lula" at Central Station, West Virginia, sent this card to my yet unmarried grandma at Parkersburg, WV.
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Read Up On Burdock! (a link)

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https://draxe.com/burdock-root/
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Becoming The "Grey Man" (video)

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http://urbansurvivalsite.com/how-to-become-the-gray-man/?utm_source=SHTFPreparedness&utm_medium=Advertising&utm_campaign=SHTFPreparedness
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Facebook Just Censored ANOTHER Conservative Post (a link)

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http://sonsoflibertymedia.com/facebook-shuts-another-viral-conservative-post-speaks-truth/
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OUR TAX SYSTEM EXPLAINED

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Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100...
If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this...
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7..
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.
So, that's what they decided to do..
The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve ball. "Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20". Drinks for the ten men would now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes. So the new
first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men ? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his fair share?
They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer.
So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by a higher percentage the poorer he was, to follow the principle of the tax system they had been using, and he proceeded to work out the amounts he suggested that each should now pay.
And so the fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% saving).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33% saving).
The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28% saving).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% saving).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% saving).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% saving).
Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But, once outside the bar, the men began to compare their savings.
"I only got a dollar out of the $20 saving," declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man,"but he got $10!"
"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar too.
It's unfair that he got ten times more benefit than me!"
"That's true!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back, when I got only $2? The wealthy get all the breaks!"
"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison, "we didn't get
anything at all. This new tax system exploits the poor!"
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine satdown and had their beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, boys and girls, journalists and government ministers, is how our tax system works. The people who already pay the highest taxes will naturally get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas, where the atmosphere is somewhat
friendlier.
David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.
Professor of Economics.
For those who understand, no explanation is needed.
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What A Disgrace!

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No president-elect in history, with the possible exception of Lincoln, has endured such mistreatment by the opposition. The republicans, for all their many sins, would NEVER have behaved in the despicable manner in which the democrats are are behaving. By and large, the republicans are ladies and gentlemen. The democrats, during and after this election, have shown themselves to be as bad a bunch of hell-bound heathens as the muslim they previously put in the White House and his ISIS brothers. (Just for the record, I'm NEITHER a republican or democrat.)
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Sunday, January 15, 2017

Superior Souls

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In “It Can’t Happen Here,” Sinclair Lewis said, “Every man is a king who has someone to look down upon.” Sadly, ALL of us have been in that position on occasion; but SOME folks tend to live there. Today, as I was reading in Robert Louis Stevenson’s “An inland Voyage,” I came across a perfect example. Stevenson was a Scot, but reading his words, you’d sometimes think that he claimed to be pure English. For instance, consider the following:

“Independent America is still the cross of my existence; I cannot think of Farmer George without abhorrence; and I never feel more warmly toward my own land than when I see the stars and stripes, and remember what our empire might have been.” Only a couple pages further on, he uses the term “dastardly Yankee.”

Now, at the time, Stevenson was a wise old agnostic of 28 years. Had he actually known anything about George Washington, he would have realized that he would do nothing in his entire lifetime that would come even close to making him the man of Christianity, courage and honor possessed by Washington. But, ignorance is bliss, as they say, so Stevenson happy spoke disrespectfully of one of the noblest men of the eighteenth century. After all, Washington was just a dastardly Yankee. Of course those dastardly Yankees had already kicked Britain’s backside twice* before Stevenson was born, and would SAVE Britain’s backside twice within a half century of his death. Perhaps he never even knew that the colonies didn’t WANT war with Britain, but simply grew tired of being abused as English citizens.

Another interesting reference was the one to “empire.” I’ve always said that the purpose of an empire is to conquer every nation possible so that the conquering nation may rob the others blind. (An example is India, the richest nation on earth before the Brits conquered it, but the absolute poorest after they stole everything of value and left.) Furthermore, the way to become such a power is to be the most evil, cruel, greedy and dishonorable nation in current existence. If you look at every empire since the beginning of time, you’ll find that to be true, with maybe some slight allowance made for the Greeks and the French. Naturally, the greater the empire, the more evil it is. Not coincidentally, the British Empire was the largest in history, yet Stevenson apparently thought it was wonderful and that, indeed, it should have been even greater, except for those dastardly Yankees! – I have to laugh here, because it was only because he considered it HIS empire that made it wonderful. Had it belonged to some other nation, I’m sure it would have been a most immoral state of affairs in his young mind.

 Sadly there are still some Brits that have such attitudes; I run across one on line occasionally. Thankfully, though, many Brits seem to be pretty good folks, as do many folks in the States. I don’t include in that the political left of either nation, just for the record, and both of our countries are deteriorating in matters of morals and common sense. However, one thing I’ve learned by this point in my life is that normal, moral people are pretty much the same the world over. © 2017

*I believe that to be due solely to the grace of God, who apparently desired our nation to come into existence. Nothing else would explain some of the strange turns and twists of “fate” that allowed our victories.
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104 Years Ago Today

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...my grandma, at Parkersburg, West Virginia sent the first card to my granddad, working at Joker, WV. Also, his mother, at Parkersburg as well, sent him the second card.
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108 Years Ago Today

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..."Lee. Mc." at Parkersburg, West Virginia, sent this card to my granddad, working at Giffithsville, WV. This would have been about a year before Granddad and Grandma got married,but I have no idea if this card is from a male or female. As with most historic sites in Parkersburg, this building was torn down to make a parking lot.
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Public Gardens of Boston, Massachusetts - 1952 (pic)

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My dad's oldest sister, then from Washington, DC, sent this card to my folks when she was visiting Boston.
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Is Another Waco Coming? (a link)

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http://bayourenaissanceman.blogspot.com/2017/01/will-atf-cook-up-another-waco-to-save.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+BayouRenaissanceMan+%28Bayou+Renaissance+Man%29
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Changing Times

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The missus hadn’t even gone outside of the house yesterday. I only went out to let the dog drain and dump and to check the mail. Today, she’d “had all she could stands and she couldn’t stands no more,” so we went out a while, got some gas we couldn’t afford and then proceeded to burn some of it. One place she wanted to go was the Kmart on the far side of town. She used to frequent the place with her deceased first husband (with whom I’ve been VERY unfavorably compared for nigh onto 34 years). She often had me take her there when we first married; old habits die hard I guess. We gradually shifted to Walmart, though and rarely went to Kmart anymore, especially that store, as it just wasn’t in our loop of normal travel.

As I dropped her off at the door today, she remarked that she used to take her mother there often. There were tears in her eyes as she said it. Despite her mother using her as a personal slave when she was a kid, she somehow managed to have a fairly close relationship with her. Her Mom has been gone for several years now, though.

This Kmart is one that’s soon to be closed. The company could have gone the high volume, low margin route like Walmart and still have had been a vibrant company. Unfortunately for them, their management chose low volume, high margin instead and that’s why Walmart is gradually putting them out of business. Despite their “blue light specials,” Kmart has never truly been a cheap place to shop. But my wife wanted to stop there today, since they are selling out their stock. She did get a good deal on a set of skillets. I think the main reason she went, though, was just to say good-bye to another passing landmark in her life. I can certainly understand. © 2017
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The Liberal's Curse

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"He that saith unto the wicked, Thou are righteous; him shall the people curse, nations shall abhor him:" - Proverbs 24:24
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I remember it well!

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A video on Facebook of a silly woman on ice wearing platform shoes reminded me of something I saw long ago at our local mall. All the old men were sitting on their benches, waiting for their wives, when a young woman in shoes like those in the video, a short, tight, low-cut dress dress, big handbag and made up like a billboard for Sherwin-Williams came strutting, swinging and swaying out of a store. As she strutted up the mall, though, she fell OFF of her shoes and went to the floor. She got back upright with some effort and no obvious broken bones (can't say about her nails or her pride) and walked off with a little less swing and sway. You could hear every old man in seeing distance of the exhibition trying to restrain their chuckles.
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Saturday, January 14, 2017

1943 View Of Babcock State Park "Swimming Pool" (pic)

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Mom's friend, Tekla Jo, sent her this card in April of that year, so the photo would actually have been from the year before, or earlier. Most of you will be more familiar with the view across the creek:


Taken from an anonymous online source.
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1940's Or '50's - Postcards of Hawk's Nest State Park

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The first photo is looking downstream on the New River from the park overlook at "lover's leap." The second is looking upstream from the same location. I've been there many times. Hank William's song, "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry," was written after a sleepless night in the area and hearing the old steam train blowing its whistle as it traveled the gorge. Also, there was a union cannon at this location during the Uncivil War, to keep Confederates from using the river.
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Serious Memes

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Funny Memes

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The Funny ABC Book - 19__? (pics)

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I'm thinking this little book was purchased for one of Dad's sisters. That would probably put it in the 1913-1923 range.
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