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Welcome to my blog http://www.skegley.blogspot.com/ . CAVEAT LECTOR- Let the reader beware. This is a Christian Conservative blog. It is not meant to offend anyone. Please feel free to ignore this blog, but also feel free to browse and comment on my posts! You may also scroll down to respond to any post.

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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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Friday, May 30, 2014

Food from China ... Thx Nita E!

I forget the book, but back in the early twentieth Century, The Chicago meat-packing plants received Animals in and shipped product out with no waste.  It may have bee the Jungle and it was a guy who became well known and caused the government to institute Meat processing plant inspections.

I am for capitalism, not government controls but it has become necessary by such as implied here.

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Thursday, May 29, 2014

A VietNam Carrier {Pilot thoughts to a friend for 2014 ... Thx Pilot Ramey H!

A Vietnam Navy Carrier Pilot's Thoughts

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A friend sent me this.  I don’t know who wrote it.
 
 
 
 
A WWII fighter pilot (he flew the P-38 Lightning in the European theatre) sent me this.  It was likely written as a New Year’s greeting/remembrance four and a half months ago to select friends, and has probably been circulating since then within a small segment of our veteran population ... until now, that is.
 
I’m sharing it with a larger audience than those veterans who’ve flown and/or fought.
 
Whether you agree with his assessments or not (Jane Fonda, in her treason, sat atop a NVA anti-aircraft battery, but never fired it at an American aircraft.  She was, however, by her unauthorized visit to North Vietnam, responsible for the torture of several of our POW’s.), his words are powerful ambassadors for his feelings.
 
Perhaps the most powerful of his ideas resides in his musing, Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what I think of me.”
 
Wish I knew who, of my contemporaries, wrote it.   
 
 
 
A  Vietnam Navy Carrier Pilot on Vietnam Experiences:
 
As we face a new year, I recall visiting with three old friends, a few years back, at a park in the nation's capital.
 
     It seems like only yesterday that we were all together, but actually it has been 42 years.  There was a crowd at the park that day, and it took us a while to connect, but with the aid of a book we made it.  I found Harry, Bruce and Paul.   
 
     In 1970-72 we were gung-ho young fighter pilots on the America and Constellation off Vietnam , the cream of the crop of the U.S. Navy, flying F-4J Phantoms.  Now their names are on that 500-foot-long Vietnam War Memorial.  I am hesitant to visit the wall when I'm in Washington DC because I don't trust myself to keep my composure.
 
     Standing in front of that somber wall, I tried to keep it light, reminiscing about how things were back then.  We used to joke about our passionate love affair with an inanimate flying object we flew.  We marveled at the thought that we actually got paid to do it.  We were not draftees but college graduates in Vietnam by choice, opting for the cramped confines of a jet fighter cockpit over the comfort of corporate America .  In all my life I've not been so passionate about any other work.  If that sounds like an exaggeration, then you've never danced the wild blue with a supersonic angel.  To fight for your country is an honor. I vividly remember leaving my family and friends in San Diego headed for Vietnam . I wondered if I would live to see them again.
 
    For reasons I still don't understand, I was fortunate to return while others did not. Once in Vietnam , we passed the long, lonely hours in Alert 5, the ready room, our staterooms or the Cubi O'Club. The complaint heard most often, in the standard gallows humor of a combat squadron, was, "It's a lousy war, but it's the only one we have." (I've cleaned up the language a bit.) We sang mostly raunchy songs that never seemed to end-someone was always writing new verses-and, as an antidote to loneliness, fear in the night and the sadness over dead friends, we often drank too much.
 
    At the wall, I told the guys only about the good parts of the years since we’ve been apart.  I talked of those who went on to command squadrons.  Those who made Captain and flag rank.  I asked them if they've seen some other squadron mates who have joined them. I didn't tell them about how ostracized Vietnam vets still are.  I didn't relate how the media had implied we Vietnam vets were, to quote one syndicated columnist, "either suckers or psychos, victims or monsters." I didn't tell them that Hanoi Jane, who shot at us and helped torture our POWs, had married one of the richest guys in the United States .
 
    I didn't tell them that the secretary of defense they fought for back then has now declared that he was not a believer in the cause for which he assigned them all to their destiny.  I didn't tell them that our commander-in-chief avoided serving while they were fighting and dying. And I didn't tell them we "lost" that lousy war.  I gave them the same story I've used for years: We were winning when I left.  I relived that final day as I stared at the black onyx wall.
 
    After 297 combat missions, we were leaving the South China Sea …heading east.  The excitement of that day was only exceeded by coming into the break at Miramar , knowing that my wife, my two boys, my parents and other friends and family were waiting to welcome me home. I was not the only one talking to the wall through tears.  Folks in fatigues, leather vests, motorcycle jackets, flight jackets lined the wall talking to friends.
 
    I backed about 25 yards away from the wall and sat down on the grass under a clear blue sky and midday sun that perfectly matched the tropical weather of the war zone.  The wall, with all 58,200 names, consumed my field of vision.  I tried to wrap my mind around the violence, carnage and ruined lives that it represented.  Then I thought of how Vietnam was only one small war in the history of the human race.
 
    I was overwhelmed with a sense of mankind's wickedness balanced against some men and women's willingness to serve. Before becoming a spectacle in the park, I got up and walked back up to the wall to say goodbye and ran my fingers over the engraved names of my friends as if I could communicate with them through some kind of spiritual touch. I wanted them to know that God, duty, honor and country will always remain the noblest calling.
 
    Revisionist history from elite draft dodgers trying to justify and rationalize their own actions will never change that. I believe I have been a productive member of society since the day I left Vietnam .  I am honored to have served there, and I am especially proud of my friends-heroes who voluntarily, enthusiastically gave their all.  They demonstrated no greater love to a nation whose highbrow opinion makers are still trying to disavow them.  May their names, indelibly engraved on that memorial wall, likewise be found in the Book of Life.  Remember that throughout the New Year.
 
    As an afterthought, I find it funny how simple it is for people to trash different ways of living and believing and then wonder why the world is going to hell. Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding life choices, people think twice about sharing. Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of morality is suppressed in the school and workplace. Funny isn't it?
 
     Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them. Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what I think of me.
 
    I wish you a happy, healthy and prosperous 2014.

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