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I wish to incite all Christians to rise up and take back the United States of America with all of God's manifold blessings. We want the free allowance of the Bible and prayers allowed again in schools, halls of justice, and all governing bodies. We don't seek a theocracy until Jesus returns to earth because all men are weak and power corrupts the very best of them.
We want to be a kinder and gentler people without slavery or condescension to any.

The world seems to be in a time of discontent among the populace. Christians should not fear. God is Love, shown best through Jesus Christ. God is still in control. All Glory to our Creator and to our God!


A favorite quote from my good friend, Jack Plymale, which I appreciate:

"Wars are planned by old men,in council rooms apart. They plan for greater armament, they map the battle chart, but: where sightless eyes stare out, beyond life's vanished joys, I've noticed,somehow, all the dead and mamed are hardly more than boys(Grantland Rice per our mutual friend, Sarah Rapp)."

Thanks Jack!

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Common Sense Management- Dick Klitch story



I am proud to be friend of Dick Klitch's. We had breakfast this morning in Worthington. Dick related an interesting story to me this morning, as he has many others during our meetings.

Dick has managed many indoor and outdoor tennis sites in Huntington W.V. And Columbus and has performed clinics in FL. Portsmouth, New England, and in Portsmouth OH, our home town.

Dick kept all of the schedules of those taking lessons from his group of fourteen tennis pros, including himself. In arranging and doing repeated rearranging of schedules, it became evident to him that some of the pros were "stealing" clients from some of the other pros.

Dick called a meeting and posed the problem to the group of pros. "What can we do about this?, he inquired. Silence and a little squirming in the seats. Dick banged his gavel sharply so that all would notice. "With no other suggestions, I have made my decision. When it becomes necessary to rearrange the schedule, I will place the student under the pro of their choice, who will procede to teach the client. You will do the teaching; however, I will get the fee."

Noisy protests ensued. No other suggestions did.

Shortly the rearrangement was necessary again and Dick re-confronted the involved pro with the new policy. It was not a welcome thing. The client proceded to have the lesson, but shortly dropped out of the program. The pro complained to Mr. Klitch but received no sympathy.

Isn't it strange that common sense answers give results whether wanted or not.

I have great admiration for Dick's common sense solutions.

Wheat- E-mail from Sarah DuPuy Rapp

From:: Fw: Wheat













"Who will help me plant my wheat?" said the little red hen.
"Not I," said the cow.
"Not I," said the duck.

"Not I," said the pig.
"Not I," said the goose.

"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen, and so she did. She planted her crop, and the wheat grew
very tall and ripened into golden grain.
"Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.

"Not I," said the duck..

"Out of my classification," said the pig.

"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.

"I'd lose my unemployment comp ensation," said the goose.

"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen, and so she did.

At last it came time to bake the bread.

"Who will help me bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.

"That would be overtime for me," said the cow.

"I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck.

"I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig.

"If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the goose.

"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen.

She baked five loaves and held them up for all of her neighbors to see. They wanted some and, in fact, demanded a
share. But the little red hen said, "No, I shall eat all five loaves."

"Excess profits!" cried the cow. (Nancy Pelosi)
"Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck. (Barbara Boxer)
"I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose. (Jesse Jackson)
The pig just grunted in disdain. (Ted Kennedy)
And they all painted 'Unfair!' picket signs and marched around and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.

Then the farmer (Obama) came. He said to the little red hen, "You must not be so greedy."
"But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
"Exactly," said Barack the farmer. "That is what makes our free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the
barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern government regulations, the productive workers must
divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy and idle."



And, they all lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, for now
I truly understand."

But her neighbors became quite disappointed in her. She never again baked bread because she joined the 'party' and
got her bread free. And all the Democrats smiled. 'Fairness' had been established.

Individual initiative had died, but nobody noticed; perhaps no one cared...so long as there was free bread that 'the
rich' were paying for..

EPILOGUE

Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs.

Hillary got $8 million for hers.

That's $20 million for the memories from two people, who for eight years repeatedly testified, under oath, that they
couldn't remember anything.

IS THIS A GREAT BARNYARD OR WHAT????

A cultural highlight- Jack Plymale e-mail

Subject:* Only a farm kid.

A rancher got into his pickup and drove to a neighboring ranch and knocked
at the door. A young boy, about 9, opened the door.

"Is yer Dad home?" the rancher asked.

"No sir, he ain't," the boy replied. "He went into town."

"Well," said the rancher, "Is yer Mother here?"

"No, sir, she ain't here neither. She went into town with Dad."

"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"

"No sir, He went with Mom and Dad."

The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the
other and mumbling to himself.

"Is there anything I can do fer ya?" the boy asked politely. "I know where
all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message
fer Dad."

"Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to yer Dad.
It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant."

The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to Pa about that,"
he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $500 for
the bull and $50 for the hog, but I really don't know how much he gets fer
Howard."





--
Jack P.

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