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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.

For Christian American readers of this blog:


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!

I must admit that I do not check authenticity of my posts. If anyone can tell me of a non-biased arbitrator, I will attempt to do so more regularly. I know of no such arbitrator for the internet.











Monday, September 24, 2018

Deserted Island ... Thx Paul C!


An ambitious Project Manager finally decided to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, at least for a while. A hurricane came unexpectedly and the ship went down and was lost instantly. 

The man found himself swept up on the shore of an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts. Used to four-star hotels, this guy had no idea what to do. So for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut juice, longed for his old life, and fixed his gaze on the sea, hoping to spot a rescue ship. 

One day, as he was lying on the beach, he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a rowboat, and in it was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. She rowed up to him. 

In disbelief, he asked her: "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" 

"I rowed from the other side of the island," she said. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank." 

"Amazing," he said, "I didn't know anyone else had survived. How many of you are there? You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you." 

"It's only me," she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up; nothing did." 

He was confused, "Then how did you get the rowboat?" 

"Oh, simple," replied the woman. "I made it out of raw material that I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum-tree branches, I wove the bottom from palm branches, and the sides and stern came from an eucalyptus tree." 

"But, but, that's impossible," stuttered the man. "You had no tools or hardware, so how did you manage?" 

"Oh, that was no problem," the woman said. "On the south side of the island, there is a very unusual strata of exposed alluvial rock. I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used that for tools, and used the tools to make the hardware. But enough of that. Where do you live?" 

Sheepishly, the man confessed that he had been sleeping on the beach the whole time. 

"Well, let's row over to my place, then," she said. After a few minutes of rowing, she docked the boat at a small wharf. As the man looked onto shore, he nearly fell out of the boat. Before him was a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman tied up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man could only stare ahead, dumbstruck. As they walked into the house, she said casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please; would you like to have a drink?" 

"No, no, thank you," he said, still dazed. "I can't take any more coconut juice." 

"It's not coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have a still. How about a pina colada?" Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepted, and they sat down on her couch to talk. After they had exchanged their stories, the woman announced, "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the cabinet in the bathroom." 

No longer questioning anything, the man went into the bathroom. There in the cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle. Two shells honed to a hollow-ground edge were fastened to its tip, inside a swivel mechanism. "This woman is amazing," he mused. "What next?" 

When he returned, the woman greeted him wearing nothing but vines, strategically positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckoned for him to sit down next to her. "Tell me," she began suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've been out here for a very long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for all these months?" 

She stared into his eyes.

 He couldn't believe what he was hearing! "You mean...", he replied, "I can check my e-mail from here?"


Bingo!... Thx Judi C!

Bingo

Here's a timeline:
1982 - Something may or may not have happened with another 2 (or 4) teenagers at a party, she cannot remember who threw the party, where the party was held, who she was with or how she got home. She was drinking and said nothing to anyone.
1983,
1984,
1985,
1986,
1987,
1988,
1989,
1990,
1991,
1992,
1993,
1994,
1995,
1996,
1997,
1998,
1999,
2000,
2001,
2002... She said nothing.
July 25, 2003: President George W. Bush nominated Kavanaugh to the United States Court of Appeals for the D.C Circuit... She said nothing.
2004,
2005... She said nothing.
May 11, 2006: The United States Senate Committee on the Judiciary recommended confirmation. Kavanaugh subsequently confirmed by the United States Senate... She said nothing.
June 1, 2006: Kavanaugh sworn in by Justice Anthony Kennedy... She said nothing.
2007,
2008,
2009,
2010,
2011... She said nothing.
2012... She remembered 'something' happened in 1982, yet doesn't name Kavanaugh, still said nothing to authorities.
2013,
2014,
2015,
2016,
2017 - becomes an anti-trump activist.
2018 - now 36 years later, with Kavanaugh's SCOTUS confirmation looming, she pens an anonymous letter with grave accusations against Kavanaugh regarding foggy circumstance that occurred while they were both minors, then reveals herself and DEMANDS an FBI investigation before testifying to her incredible allegations?
Who does she think she is?

Here is why I want Trump ... Thx Marge R!

Here's why I want Trump:
 
Yes, he's a bit of an ass; yes, he's an egomaniac; but I don't care.
 
The country is a mess because politicians suck.
 
The Republican Party is two-faced and gutless, and illegals are everywhere.
 
I want it all fixed!
I don't care that Trump is crude.
I don't care that he insults people.
I don't care that he has changed positions.
I don't care that he's been married 3 times.
I don't care that he fights with Megan Kelly and Rosie O’Donnell.
I don't care that he doesn't know the name of some Muslim terrorist.
 
 Our country has become weak, and bankrupt.
Our enemies are making fun of us.
We are being invaded by illegals.
 
We are becoming a nation of victims where every Tom, Ricardo and Hassid is a special group with special rights to a point where we don't even recognize the country we were born and raised in,
 
"AND I JUST WANT IT FIXED."
 
And Trump is the only guy who seems to understand what We the People want and need.
 
I'm sick of politicians,
sick of the Democratic Party,
sick of the Republican Party,
and sick of illegals.
I just want this thing fixed.
 
 Trump may not be a saint, but he doesn't have lobbyist money controlling him; he doesn't have political correctness restraining him;
all you know is that he has been very successful; a good negotiator;
he has built a lot of things; and, he's also not a politician.
 
He says he'll fix it.  I believe him because he is too much of an egotist
to be proven wrong or looked at and called a liar.
 
And I don't care if the guy has bad hair.
 

No Borders, No Language, No Culture = No Country.
 

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