Heart Attacks & Hot Water
A very good article which takes two minutes to read. I'm sending this to persons I care about.......I hope you do too!!!
Heart Attacks And Drinking Warm Water
This is a very good article. Not only about the warm water after your meal, but about Heart Attacks. The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not cold water, maybe it is time we adopt their drinking habit while eating.
For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you. It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion. Once this 'sludge' reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine. Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal.
Common Symptoms Of Heart Attack...
A serious note about heart attacks - You should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm hurting . Be aware of intense pain in the jaw line.
You may never have the first chest pain during the course of a heart attack. Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms. 60% of people who have a heart attack while they are asleep do not wake up. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know, the better chance we could survive.
A cardiologist says if everyone who reads this message sends it to 10 people, you can be sure that we'll save at least one life. Read this & Send to a friend. It could save a life... So, please be a true friend and sendthis article to all your friends you care about.
I JUST DID
Have a nice day
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Not their everyday language from my good friends Tom & Carolyn Lynch- Interesting history tho
Subject: FW: Where did piss poor come from?
Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2010 09:43:47 -0400
Subject: FW: Where did piss poor come from?
Chris Kotcamp, Payroll
Where did Piss Poor come from?
Interesting History
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & Sold to the tannery.......if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor"
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot......they "didn't have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the low
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. However, since they were starting to smell . ..... .
Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor.
Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting Married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!"
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof...
Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way.
Hence: a thresh hold.
(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started to run out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus,someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.
And that's the truth....Now, whoever said History was boring!!!
So...get out there and educate someone! ~~~ Share these facts with a friend.
Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2010 09:43:47 -0400
Subject: FW: Where did piss poor come from?
Chris Kotcamp, Payroll
Where did Piss Poor come from?
Interesting History
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & Sold to the tannery.......if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor"
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot......they "didn't have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the low
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. However, since they were starting to smell . ..... .
Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor.
Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting Married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!"
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof...
Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way.
Hence: a thresh hold.
(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started to run out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus,someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.
And that's the truth....Now, whoever said History was boring!!!
So...get out there and educate someone! ~~~ Share these facts with a friend.
Parallels of Lincoln and o... John Massey!
Thanks John Massey!
John & Yvette Massey
Parallels of Lincoln and B. H. Obama...
I'm sure most of us have read the so-called comparison of Lincoln and Kennedy, but did you ever consider:
Parallels of Abraham Lincoln and B. H. Obama:
1. Lincoln placed his hand on the Bible for his inauguration. Obama used the same Bible.
2. Lincoln came from Illinois . Obama comes from Illinois .
3. Lincoln served in the Illinois Legislature. Obama served in the Illinois Legislature.
4. Lincoln had very little experience before becoming President. Obama had very little experience before becoming President.
5. Lincoln rode the train from Philadelphia to Washington for his inauguration. Obama rode the train from Philadelphia to Washington for his inauguration.
6. Lincoln was a skinny lawyer. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
7. Lincoln was a Republican. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
8. Lincoln served in the United States military. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
9. Lincoln believed in everyone carrying their own weight. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
10. Lincoln did not waste taxpayers' money on personal enjoyments. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
11. Lincoln was highly respected. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
12. Lincoln was born in the United States, there was never any doubt. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
13. Lincoln was honest, so honest he was called Honest Abe. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
14. Lincoln saved the United States . Obama was a skinny lawyer.
"Patriotism means to stand by the country. It does not mean to stand by the president." - Teddy Roosevelt
"To compel a man to subsidize with his taxes the propagation of ideas which he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical." --Thomas Jefferson
"No arsenal, no weapon in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women." -- Ronald Reagan
"A Constitution of government, once changed from freedom, can never be restored. Liberty once lost is gone forever -- John Adams
John & Yvette Massey
Parallels of Lincoln and B. H. Obama...
I'm sure most of us have read the so-called comparison of Lincoln and Kennedy, but did you ever consider:
Parallels of Abraham Lincoln and B. H. Obama:
1. Lincoln placed his hand on the Bible for his inauguration. Obama used the same Bible.
2. Lincoln came from Illinois . Obama comes from Illinois .
3. Lincoln served in the Illinois Legislature. Obama served in the Illinois Legislature.
4. Lincoln had very little experience before becoming President. Obama had very little experience before becoming President.
5. Lincoln rode the train from Philadelphia to Washington for his inauguration. Obama rode the train from Philadelphia to Washington for his inauguration.
6. Lincoln was a skinny lawyer. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
7. Lincoln was a Republican. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
8. Lincoln served in the United States military. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
9. Lincoln believed in everyone carrying their own weight. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
10. Lincoln did not waste taxpayers' money on personal enjoyments. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
11. Lincoln was highly respected. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
12. Lincoln was born in the United States, there was never any doubt. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
13. Lincoln was honest, so honest he was called Honest Abe. Obama was a skinny lawyer.
14. Lincoln saved the United States . Obama was a skinny lawyer.
"Patriotism means to stand by the country. It does not mean to stand by the president." - Teddy Roosevelt
"To compel a man to subsidize with his taxes the propagation of ideas which he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical." --Thomas Jefferson
"No arsenal, no weapon in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women." -- Ronald Reagan
"A Constitution of government, once changed from freedom, can never be restored. Liberty once lost is gone forever -- John Adams
European Socialist taxes... Thanks Judi Cole!
Current European tax rates:
United Kingdom
Income Tax: 50%
VAT: 17.5% TOTAL: 67.5%
France
Income Tax: 40%
VAT: 19.6% TOTAL: 59.6%
Greece
Income Tax: 40%
VAT: 25% TOTAL: 65%
Spain
Income Tax: 45%
VAT: 16% TOTAL: 61%
Portugal
Income Tax: 42%
VAT: 20% TOTAL: 62%
Sweden
Income Tax: 55%
VAT: 25% TOTAL: 80%
Norway
Income Tax: 54.3%
VAT: 25% TOTAL: 79.3%
Netherlands
Income Tax: 52%
VAT: 19% TOTAL: 71%
Denmark
Income Tax: 58%
VAT: 25% TOTAL: 83%
Finland
Income Tax: 53%
VAT: 22% TOTAL: 75%
If you’ve started to wonder what the real costs of socialism are going to be, once the full program in these United States hits your wallet, take a look at the table. As you digest these mind-boggling figures, keep in mind that in spite of these astronomical tax rates, these countries are still not financing their social welfare programs exclusively from tax revenues! They are deeply mired in public debt of gargantuan proportions. Greece has reached the point where its debt is so huge it is in imminent danger of defaulting. That is the reason the European economic community has intervened to bail them out. If you are following the financial news, you know Spain and Portugal are right behind Greece.
The United States is now heading down the same path. The VAT tax in the table is the national sales tax that Europeans pay. Stay tuned because that is exactly what you can expect to see the administration proposing after the fall elections. The initial percentage in the United States isn’t going to be anywhere near the outrageous numbers you now see in Europe. Guess what, the current outrageous numbers in Europe didn’t start out as outrageous either. They started out just as miniscule ... right around 1% or 2% where they will start out in the United States. Magically, however, they ran up over the years to where they are now. Expect the same thing here.
It is the notion that with hard work and perseverance, anybody can get ahead economically here. Do you think that can ever happen with tax rates between 60% and 80%? Think again. With the government taking that percentage of your money, your life will be exactly like life in Europe. You will never be able to buy a home. You will never buy a car. You will never send your children to college. Lets not shuffle the battle cry of the socialists under the rug either. It’s always the same cry. Equalize income. Spread the wealth to the poor (whoever they are). Level the economic playing field. Accomplish that and everything will be rosy.
It’s time to take a really hard look at reality. Greece is a perfect example. Despite the socialism system that has ruled this country for decades, with a 65% tax rate, they are drowning in public debt, would have defaulted without hundreds of billions in bailout money, and still ... 20% of their population lives in poverty. What has all that socialism money bought, besides ultimate power for the politicians running the show? Do you think these people are "free"? They're not. They are slaves to their economic "system."
This is where we are going unless we throw the present Congress and Obama out.
Instead of spreading the wealth around, spread this around. It might wake some people up.
IN GOD WE TRUST
United Kingdom
Income Tax: 50%
VAT: 17.5% TOTAL: 67.5%
France
Income Tax: 40%
VAT: 19.6% TOTAL: 59.6%
Greece
Income Tax: 40%
VAT: 25% TOTAL: 65%
Spain
Income Tax: 45%
VAT: 16% TOTAL: 61%
Portugal
Income Tax: 42%
VAT: 20% TOTAL: 62%
Sweden
Income Tax: 55%
VAT: 25% TOTAL: 80%
Norway
Income Tax: 54.3%
VAT: 25% TOTAL: 79.3%
Netherlands
Income Tax: 52%
VAT: 19% TOTAL: 71%
Denmark
Income Tax: 58%
VAT: 25% TOTAL: 83%
Finland
Income Tax: 53%
VAT: 22% TOTAL: 75%
If you’ve started to wonder what the real costs of socialism are going to be, once the full program in these United States hits your wallet, take a look at the table. As you digest these mind-boggling figures, keep in mind that in spite of these astronomical tax rates, these countries are still not financing their social welfare programs exclusively from tax revenues! They are deeply mired in public debt of gargantuan proportions. Greece has reached the point where its debt is so huge it is in imminent danger of defaulting. That is the reason the European economic community has intervened to bail them out. If you are following the financial news, you know Spain and Portugal are right behind Greece.
The United States is now heading down the same path. The VAT tax in the table is the national sales tax that Europeans pay. Stay tuned because that is exactly what you can expect to see the administration proposing after the fall elections. The initial percentage in the United States isn’t going to be anywhere near the outrageous numbers you now see in Europe. Guess what, the current outrageous numbers in Europe didn’t start out as outrageous either. They started out just as miniscule ... right around 1% or 2% where they will start out in the United States. Magically, however, they ran up over the years to where they are now. Expect the same thing here.
It is the notion that with hard work and perseverance, anybody can get ahead economically here. Do you think that can ever happen with tax rates between 60% and 80%? Think again. With the government taking that percentage of your money, your life will be exactly like life in Europe. You will never be able to buy a home. You will never buy a car. You will never send your children to college. Lets not shuffle the battle cry of the socialists under the rug either. It’s always the same cry. Equalize income. Spread the wealth to the poor (whoever they are). Level the economic playing field. Accomplish that and everything will be rosy.
It’s time to take a really hard look at reality. Greece is a perfect example. Despite the socialism system that has ruled this country for decades, with a 65% tax rate, they are drowning in public debt, would have defaulted without hundreds of billions in bailout money, and still ... 20% of their population lives in poverty. What has all that socialism money bought, besides ultimate power for the politicians running the show? Do you think these people are "free"? They're not. They are slaves to their economic "system."
This is where we are going unless we throw the present Congress and Obama out.
Instead of spreading the wealth around, spread this around. It might wake some people up.
IN GOD WE TRUST
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
A sack lunch ... Thanks Joann Hensley CSCC!
Thanks Jo! You are a special person yourself, lady!
----- Original Message -----
From: Joann Hensley
To: Jo Hensley
Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2010 08:07
Subject: sack lunches for military, made me cry enjoy
We all should be so thoughtful.
Jo Hensley
Subject: sack lunches for military, made me cry enjoy
THE SACK LUNCHES
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap, I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.
'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan .'
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time...
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base.'
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class.
'This is your thanks..'
After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did.. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked. I hoped he was not looking for me but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand and said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base... It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.
As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little...
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America 'for an amount of up to and including my life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.
Prayer chain for our Military... Don't break it!
Please send this on after a short prayer.. Prayer for our soldiers. Don't break it!
Prayer:
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.'
There is nothing attached. Just send this to people in your address book. Do not let it stop with you. Of all the gifts you could give a Marine, Soldier, Sailor, Airman, & others deployed in harm's way, prayer is the very best one.
GOD BLESS YOU FOR PASSING IT ON!
----- Original Message -----
From: Joann Hensley
To: Jo Hensley
Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2010 08:07
Subject: sack lunches for military, made me cry enjoy
We all should be so thoughtful.
Jo Hensley
Subject: sack lunches for military, made me cry enjoy
THE SACK LUNCHES
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap, I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.
'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan .'
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time...
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base.'
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class.
'This is your thanks..'
After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did.. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked. I hoped he was not looking for me but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand and said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base... It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.
As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little...
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America 'for an amount of up to and including my life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.
Prayer chain for our Military... Don't break it!
Please send this on after a short prayer.. Prayer for our soldiers. Don't break it!
Prayer:
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.'
There is nothing attached. Just send this to people in your address book. Do not let it stop with you. Of all the gifts you could give a Marine, Soldier, Sailor, Airman, & others deployed in harm's way, prayer is the very best one.
GOD BLESS YOU FOR PASSING IT ON!
The Portsmouth Terrace Club by Blaine Bierley Thanks Sarah Rapp!
From: Sarah Rapp
Sent: Tue, September 28, 2010 10:33:58 AM
Subject: Fw: Fwd: The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Thought you might enjoy this -- some nostalgic memories of summer times at the Terrace Club Pool in Portsmouth Ohio , as written by Blaine Bierley, PHS Class of 1955.
~~~~~
The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Most kids in Portsmouth spent a lot of time at the Terrace Club in Portsmouth in the summer
when we were growing up. The Terrace Club was originally built as Dreamland Pool sometime in
the 1930s, I think. It was a great pool... Olympicsize with two piers, two spring boards, and a high
dive. One of my main memories of the pool was how crowded it always was... wall to wall people
just about every day of the week in the summer.
I remember going by the Blue Pig Inn on Gallia Street (and later on, the Big Boy Restaurant) to get
to the swimming pool. The Blue Pig Inn had a big neon sign which had the appearance of a
man chasing after a pig. It was a drive-in restaurant owned by Bill Ginnetti which specialized in
pork barbecue and wonderful A & W root beer served in frosted mugs, for only a nickel.
If you really economized, you could save a nickel from a long day at the swimming pool for
a mug of root beer to enjoy before the long walk back over the Harmon Street viaduct which took
us over the N&W rail yards back to Charles Street .
I think it cost about a quarter to get in. You could stay all day for that price. The height of
prestige was to have a season pass (good for all summer)... only the “rich” kids from up on the
hill had those as I remember.
There were separate locker rooms, of course, for men and women. The boys would always try
to peek in the door of the women’s side, but we never saw anything. Boys usually came with their
swimming trunks rolled up in a towel. Many of the girls had those little train cases in which they
carried all the things that females needed to fix their hair and their faces. You undressed and put
your street clothes in a wire basket and put your towel over the top of the basket. Then you gave
the basket to the locket room attendant. He, in turn, would give you a pin with your basket’s
number that you pinned on your trunks. Woe to you if you lost your pin!
On leaving the locker room, you had to walk through a large trough that had a foul-smelling,
green-colored liquid in it. You had to go through it again when you came back in to get dressed.
The purpose of this procedure was supposedly to protect you from getting athlete’s foot or any
other tropical diseases, I guess.
The pool had men lifeguards. These were real adults who were always deeply tanned and kept a
strict watch on the patrons. A whistle blown by a lifeguard could mean a time out or, for serious
offenses, expulsion from the pool for the day.
One of the lifeguards was Mr. Charles Lorentz. He was an assistant football and basketball and
head tennis coach at Portsmouth High School . He was also a freshman general science teacher. You
didn’t want to get on his bad side for fear of repercussions once you got to the high school.
They also had a huge trampoline at the pool. It was used mainly by the high school kids and
some adults. They monopolized its use and we elementary school kids had little opportunity to
use it. Some of the bigger kids were very acrobatic on it.
I don’t remember that the pool had a rest period like most pools do today, where everyone has
to get out of the water for five or ten minutes each hour. No wonder we were so tired after a day at
the pool.
I didn’t get to the pool very often in the summer after I was in high school, because of various jobs
that I had.
Sadly, the Terrace Club is no more. As it got older, it became more and more difficult to maintain
and posed some health hazards for swimmers. I think it was some time in the early 1990s
that they closed it up. Eventually, the entire pool was filled in with dirt and they tore down the
structures and turned the place into an Odd Lots or something like that.
Lots of good memories, though.
by Blaine S. Bierley , PHS Class of 1955
3746 Falls Circle Drive
Hilliard , Ohio 43026
bbierley@columbus.rr.com
-----
Thought you might enjoy this -- some nostalgic memories of summer times at the Terrace Club Pool in Portsmouth Ohio , as written by Blaine Bierley, PHS Class of 1955.
~~~~~
The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Most kids in Portsmouth spent a lot of time at the Terrace Club in Portsmouth in the summer
when we were growing up. The Terrace Club was originally built as Dreamland Pool sometime in
the 1930s, I think. It was a great pool... Olympicsize with two piers, two spring boards, and a high
dive. One of my main memories of the pool was how crowded it always was... wall to wall people
just about every day of the week in the summer.
I remember going by the Blue Pig Inn on Gallia Street (and later on, the Big Boy Restaurant) to get
to the swimming pool. The Blue Pig Inn had a big neon sign which had the appearance of a
man chasing after a pig. It was a drive-in restaurant owned by Bill Ginnetti which specialized in
pork barbecue and wonderful A & W root beer served in frosted mugs, for only a nickel.
If you really economized, you could save a nickel from a long day at the swimming pool for
a mug of root beer to enjoy before the long walk back over the Harmon Street viaduct which took
us over the N&W rail yards back to Charles Street .
I think it cost about a quarter to get in. You could stay all day for that price. The height of
prestige was to have a season pass (good for all summer)... only the “rich” kids from up on the
hill had those as I remember.
There were separate locker rooms, of course, for men and women. The boys would always try
to peek in the door of the women’s side, but we never saw anything. Boys usually came with their
swimming trunks rolled up in a towel. Many of the girls had those little train cases in which they
carried all the things that females needed to fix their hair and their faces. You undressed and put
your street clothes in a wire basket and put your towel over the top of the basket. Then you gave
the basket to the locket room attendant. He, in turn, would give you a pin with your basket’s
number that you pinned on your trunks. Woe to you if you lost your pin!
On leaving the locker room, you had to walk through a large trough that had a foul-smelling,
green-colored liquid in it. You had to go through it again when you came back in to get dressed.
The purpose of this procedure was supposedly to protect you from getting athlete’s foot or any
other tropical diseases, I guess.
The pool had men lifeguards. These were real adults who were always deeply tanned and kept a
strict watch on the patrons. A whistle blown by a lifeguard could mean a time out or, for serious
offenses, expulsion from the pool for the day.
One of the lifeguards was Mr. Charles Lorentz. He was an assistant football and basketball and
head tennis coach at Portsmouth High School . He was also a freshman general science teacher. You
didn’t want to get on his bad side for fear of repercussions once you got to the high school.
They also had a huge trampoline at the pool. It was used mainly by the high school kids and
some adults. They monopolized its use and we elementary school kids had little opportunity to
use it. Some of the bigger kids were very acrobatic on it.
I don’t remember that the pool had a rest period like most pools do today, where everyone has
to get out of the water for five or ten minutes each hour. No wonder we were so tired after a day at
the pool.
I didn’t get to the pool very often in the summer after I was in high school, because of various jobs
that I had.
Sadly, the Terrace Club is no more. As it got older, it became more and more difficult to maintain
and posed some health hazards for swimmers. I think it was some time in the early 1990s
that they closed it up. Eventually, the entire pool was filled in with dirt and they tore down the
structures and turned the place into an Odd Lots or something like that.
Lots of good memories, though.
by Blaine S. Bierley , PHS Class of 1955
3746 Falls Circle Drive
Hilliard , Ohio 43026
bbierley@columbus.rr.com
Sent: Tue, September 28, 2010 10:33:58 AM
Subject: Fw: Fwd: The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Thought you might enjoy this -- some nostalgic memories of summer times at the Terrace Club Pool in Portsmouth Ohio , as written by Blaine Bierley, PHS Class of 1955.
~~~~~
The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Most kids in Portsmouth spent a lot of time at the Terrace Club in Portsmouth in the summer
when we were growing up. The Terrace Club was originally built as Dreamland Pool sometime in
the 1930s, I think. It was a great pool... Olympicsize with two piers, two spring boards, and a high
dive. One of my main memories of the pool was how crowded it always was... wall to wall people
just about every day of the week in the summer.
I remember going by the Blue Pig Inn on Gallia Street (and later on, the Big Boy Restaurant) to get
to the swimming pool. The Blue Pig Inn had a big neon sign which had the appearance of a
man chasing after a pig. It was a drive-in restaurant owned by Bill Ginnetti which specialized in
pork barbecue and wonderful A & W root beer served in frosted mugs, for only a nickel.
If you really economized, you could save a nickel from a long day at the swimming pool for
a mug of root beer to enjoy before the long walk back over the Harmon Street viaduct which took
us over the N&W rail yards back to Charles Street .
I think it cost about a quarter to get in. You could stay all day for that price. The height of
prestige was to have a season pass (good for all summer)... only the “rich” kids from up on the
hill had those as I remember.
There were separate locker rooms, of course, for men and women. The boys would always try
to peek in the door of the women’s side, but we never saw anything. Boys usually came with their
swimming trunks rolled up in a towel. Many of the girls had those little train cases in which they
carried all the things that females needed to fix their hair and their faces. You undressed and put
your street clothes in a wire basket and put your towel over the top of the basket. Then you gave
the basket to the locket room attendant. He, in turn, would give you a pin with your basket’s
number that you pinned on your trunks. Woe to you if you lost your pin!
On leaving the locker room, you had to walk through a large trough that had a foul-smelling,
green-colored liquid in it. You had to go through it again when you came back in to get dressed.
The purpose of this procedure was supposedly to protect you from getting athlete’s foot or any
other tropical diseases, I guess.
The pool had men lifeguards. These were real adults who were always deeply tanned and kept a
strict watch on the patrons. A whistle blown by a lifeguard could mean a time out or, for serious
offenses, expulsion from the pool for the day.
One of the lifeguards was Mr. Charles Lorentz. He was an assistant football and basketball and
head tennis coach at Portsmouth High School . He was also a freshman general science teacher. You
didn’t want to get on his bad side for fear of repercussions once you got to the high school.
They also had a huge trampoline at the pool. It was used mainly by the high school kids and
some adults. They monopolized its use and we elementary school kids had little opportunity to
use it. Some of the bigger kids were very acrobatic on it.
I don’t remember that the pool had a rest period like most pools do today, where everyone has
to get out of the water for five or ten minutes each hour. No wonder we were so tired after a day at
the pool.
I didn’t get to the pool very often in the summer after I was in high school, because of various jobs
that I had.
Sadly, the Terrace Club is no more. As it got older, it became more and more difficult to maintain
and posed some health hazards for swimmers. I think it was some time in the early 1990s
that they closed it up. Eventually, the entire pool was filled in with dirt and they tore down the
structures and turned the place into an Odd Lots or something like that.
Lots of good memories, though.
by Blaine S. Bierley , PHS Class of 1955
3746 Falls Circle Drive
Hilliard , Ohio 43026
bbierley@columbus.rr.com
-----
Thought you might enjoy this -- some nostalgic memories of summer times at the Terrace Club Pool in Portsmouth Ohio , as written by Blaine Bierley, PHS Class of 1955.
~~~~~
The Portsmouth Terrace Club
Most kids in Portsmouth spent a lot of time at the Terrace Club in Portsmouth in the summer
when we were growing up. The Terrace Club was originally built as Dreamland Pool sometime in
the 1930s, I think. It was a great pool... Olympicsize with two piers, two spring boards, and a high
dive. One of my main memories of the pool was how crowded it always was... wall to wall people
just about every day of the week in the summer.
I remember going by the Blue Pig Inn on Gallia Street (and later on, the Big Boy Restaurant) to get
to the swimming pool. The Blue Pig Inn had a big neon sign which had the appearance of a
man chasing after a pig. It was a drive-in restaurant owned by Bill Ginnetti which specialized in
pork barbecue and wonderful A & W root beer served in frosted mugs, for only a nickel.
If you really economized, you could save a nickel from a long day at the swimming pool for
a mug of root beer to enjoy before the long walk back over the Harmon Street viaduct which took
us over the N&W rail yards back to Charles Street .
I think it cost about a quarter to get in. You could stay all day for that price. The height of
prestige was to have a season pass (good for all summer)... only the “rich” kids from up on the
hill had those as I remember.
There were separate locker rooms, of course, for men and women. The boys would always try
to peek in the door of the women’s side, but we never saw anything. Boys usually came with their
swimming trunks rolled up in a towel. Many of the girls had those little train cases in which they
carried all the things that females needed to fix their hair and their faces. You undressed and put
your street clothes in a wire basket and put your towel over the top of the basket. Then you gave
the basket to the locket room attendant. He, in turn, would give you a pin with your basket’s
number that you pinned on your trunks. Woe to you if you lost your pin!
On leaving the locker room, you had to walk through a large trough that had a foul-smelling,
green-colored liquid in it. You had to go through it again when you came back in to get dressed.
The purpose of this procedure was supposedly to protect you from getting athlete’s foot or any
other tropical diseases, I guess.
The pool had men lifeguards. These were real adults who were always deeply tanned and kept a
strict watch on the patrons. A whistle blown by a lifeguard could mean a time out or, for serious
offenses, expulsion from the pool for the day.
One of the lifeguards was Mr. Charles Lorentz. He was an assistant football and basketball and
head tennis coach at Portsmouth High School . He was also a freshman general science teacher. You
didn’t want to get on his bad side for fear of repercussions once you got to the high school.
They also had a huge trampoline at the pool. It was used mainly by the high school kids and
some adults. They monopolized its use and we elementary school kids had little opportunity to
use it. Some of the bigger kids were very acrobatic on it.
I don’t remember that the pool had a rest period like most pools do today, where everyone has
to get out of the water for five or ten minutes each hour. No wonder we were so tired after a day at
the pool.
I didn’t get to the pool very often in the summer after I was in high school, because of various jobs
that I had.
Sadly, the Terrace Club is no more. As it got older, it became more and more difficult to maintain
and posed some health hazards for swimmers. I think it was some time in the early 1990s
that they closed it up. Eventually, the entire pool was filled in with dirt and they tore down the
structures and turned the place into an Odd Lots or something like that.
Lots of good memories, though.
by Blaine S. Bierley , PHS Class of 1955
3746 Falls Circle Drive
Hilliard , Ohio 43026
bbierley@columbus.rr.com
Columbus Dispatch has online voters' guide today
I notice in this morning's Dispatch an article on the Metro page, B7 about their online voters' guide. Hopefully, this will show the candidates' positions and clarify how we may vote more intelligently.
Sam
Sam
Political score card... I want to see
I want to see a political score card before the election. Any democrat supposed representativcs or senators or governors or state officials who supported the o admininstration are out in my opinion. It shouldn't be too difficult for the Tea Party to come up with such a score card. We voters can't tell the players without a scorecard. The last arm twisted supporters who voted for health care should certainly be voted out. If anybody has seen such a national thing, please copy and forward to those of us of the right political bent.
Sam
Sam
Monday, September 27, 2010
Vote out the current elitists and hold the replacements to the pledge... Thanks Dr. Hovermale!
America is more than a country.
America is an idea – an idea that free people can govern themselves, that government’s powers are derived from the consent of the governed, that each of us is endowed by their Creator with the unalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. America is the belief that any man or woman can – given economic, political, and religious liberty – advance themselves, their families, and the common good.
America is an inspiration to those who yearn to be free and have the ability and the dignity to determine their own destiny.
Whenever the agenda of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to institute a new governing agenda and set a different course.
These first principles were proclaimed in the Declaration of Independence, enshrined in the Constitution, and have endured through hard sacrifice and commitment by generations of Americans.
In a self-governing society, the only bulwark against the power of the state is the consent of the governed, and regarding the policies of the current government, the governed do not consent.
An unchecked executive, a compliant legislature, and an overreaching judiciary have combined to thwart the will of the people and overturn their votes and their values, striking down longstanding laws and institutions and scorning the deepest beliefs of the American people.
An arrogant and out-of-touch government of self-appointed elites makes decisions, issues mandates, and enacts laws without accepting or requesting the input of the many.
Rising joblessness, crushing debt, and a polarizing political environment are fraying the bonds among our people and blurring our sense of national purpose.
Like free peoples of the past, our citizens refuse to accommodate a government that believes it can replace the will of the people with its own. The American people are speaking out, demanding that we realign our country’s compass with its founding principles and apply those principles to solve our common problems for the common good.
The need for urgent action to repair our economy and reclaim our government for the people cannot be overstated.
With this document, we pledge to dedicate ourselves to the task of reconnecting our highest aspirations to the permanent truths of our founding by keeping faith with the values our nation was founded on, the principles we stand for, and the priorities of our people. This is our Pledge to America.
We pledge to honor the Constitution as constructed by its framers and honor the original intent of those precepts that have been consistently ignored – particularly the Tenth Amendment, which grants that all powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the states, are reserved to the states respectively, or to the people.
We pledge to advance policies that promote greater liberty, wider opportunity, a robust defense, and national economic prosperity.
We pledge to honor families, traditional marriage, life, and the private and faith-based organizations that form the core of our American values.
We pledge to make government more transparent in its actions, careful in its stewardship, and honest in its dealings.
We pledge to uphold the purpose and promise of a better America, knowing that to whom much is given, much is expected and that the blessings of our liberty buoy the hopes of mankind.
We make this pledge bearing true faith and allegiance to the people we represent, and we invite fellow citizens and patriots to join us in forming a new governing agenda for America. Full Document
The Pledge Introduction
America is an idea – an idea that free people can govern themselves, that government’s powers are derived from the consent of the governed, that each of us is endowed by their Creator with the unalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. America is the belief that any man or woman can – given economic, political, and religious liberty – advance themselves, their families, and the common good.
America is an inspiration to those who yearn to be free and have the ability and the dignity to determine their own destiny.
Whenever the agenda of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to institute a new governing agenda and set a different course.
These first principles were proclaimed in the Declaration of Independence, enshrined in the Constitution, and have endured through hard sacrifice and commitment by generations of Americans.
In a self-governing society, the only bulwark against the power of the state is the consent of the governed, and regarding the policies of the current government, the governed do not consent.
An unchecked executive, a compliant legislature, and an overreaching judiciary have combined to thwart the will of the people and overturn their votes and their values, striking down longstanding laws and institutions and scorning the deepest beliefs of the American people.
An arrogant and out-of-touch government of self-appointed elites makes decisions, issues mandates, and enacts laws without accepting or requesting the input of the many.
Rising joblessness, crushing debt, and a polarizing political environment are fraying the bonds among our people and blurring our sense of national purpose.
Like free peoples of the past, our citizens refuse to accommodate a government that believes it can replace the will of the people with its own. The American people are speaking out, demanding that we realign our country’s compass with its founding principles and apply those principles to solve our common problems for the common good.
The need for urgent action to repair our economy and reclaim our government for the people cannot be overstated.
With this document, we pledge to dedicate ourselves to the task of reconnecting our highest aspirations to the permanent truths of our founding by keeping faith with the values our nation was founded on, the principles we stand for, and the priorities of our people. This is our Pledge to America.
We pledge to honor the Constitution as constructed by its framers and honor the original intent of those precepts that have been consistently ignored – particularly the Tenth Amendment, which grants that all powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the states, are reserved to the states respectively, or to the people.
We pledge to advance policies that promote greater liberty, wider opportunity, a robust defense, and national economic prosperity.
We pledge to honor families, traditional marriage, life, and the private and faith-based organizations that form the core of our American values.
We pledge to make government more transparent in its actions, careful in its stewardship, and honest in its dealings.
We pledge to uphold the purpose and promise of a better America, knowing that to whom much is given, much is expected and that the blessings of our liberty buoy the hopes of mankind.
We make this pledge bearing true faith and allegiance to the people we represent, and we invite fellow citizens and patriots to join us in forming a new governing agenda for America. Full Document
The Pledge Introduction
A young physician's lettere to the president. Thanks Ralph!
o wouldn't understand if he ever read this.
Subject: FW: Fwd: FW: A letter to the President
Pictured is a young physician by the name of Dr. Roger Starner Jones. His short two-paragraph letter to the White House accurately puts the blame on a "Culture Crisis" instead of a "Health Care Crisis"..
It's worth a quick read:
Dear Mr. President:
During my shift in the Emergency Room last night, I had the pleasure of evaluating a patient whose smile revealed an expensive shiny gold tooth, whose body was adorned with a wide assortment of elaborate and costly tattoos, who wore a very expensive brand of tennis shoes and who chatted on a new cellular telephone equipped with a popular R&B ringtone.
While glancing over her patient chart, I happened to notice that her payer status was listed as "Medicaid"! During my examination of her, the patient informed me that she smokes more than one pack of cigarettes every day, eats only at fast-food take-outs, and somehow still has money to buy pretzels and beer. And, you and our Congress expect me to pay for this woman's health care? I contend that our nation's "health care crisis" is not the result of a shortage of quality hospitals, doctors or nurses. Rather, it is the result of a "crisis of culture" a culture in which it is perfectly acceptable to spend money on luxuries and vices while refusing to take care of one's self or, heaven forbid, purchase health insurance. It is a culture based in the irresponsible credo that "I can do whatever I want to because someone else will always take care of me". Once you fix this "culture crisis" that rewards irresponsibility and dependency, you'll be amazed at how quickly our nation's health care difficulties will disappear.
Respectfully,
ROGER STARNER JONES, MD
If you agree...pass it on.
Subject: FW: Fwd: FW: A letter to the President
Pictured is a young physician by the name of Dr. Roger Starner Jones. His short two-paragraph letter to the White House accurately puts the blame on a "Culture Crisis" instead of a "Health Care Crisis"..
It's worth a quick read:
Dear Mr. President:
During my shift in the Emergency Room last night, I had the pleasure of evaluating a patient whose smile revealed an expensive shiny gold tooth, whose body was adorned with a wide assortment of elaborate and costly tattoos, who wore a very expensive brand of tennis shoes and who chatted on a new cellular telephone equipped with a popular R&B ringtone.
While glancing over her patient chart, I happened to notice that her payer status was listed as "Medicaid"! During my examination of her, the patient informed me that she smokes more than one pack of cigarettes every day, eats only at fast-food take-outs, and somehow still has money to buy pretzels and beer. And, you and our Congress expect me to pay for this woman's health care? I contend that our nation's "health care crisis" is not the result of a shortage of quality hospitals, doctors or nurses. Rather, it is the result of a "crisis of culture" a culture in which it is perfectly acceptable to spend money on luxuries and vices while refusing to take care of one's self or, heaven forbid, purchase health insurance. It is a culture based in the irresponsible credo that "I can do whatever I want to because someone else will always take care of me". Once you fix this "culture crisis" that rewards irresponsibility and dependency, you'll be amazed at how quickly our nation's health care difficulties will disappear.
Respectfully,
ROGER STARNER JONES, MD
If you agree...pass it on.
Phobias per the internet- Some additional ones... Thanks Mrs. Plymale and Bookers Ports guys
Just wanted to say thank you to all
As we progress into the year 2010, I want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.
I no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, or have the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.
I can’t use the remote in a hotel room becauseI don’t know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.
I can’t sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.
I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one’s nose.
Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip becauseI can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.
I can’t touch any woman’s purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.
I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about rat poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.
ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die for the 1,387,258th time.
I no longer have any money, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.
I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa’s Novena has granted my every wish.
I can’t eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.
I can’t use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.
THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within 5 minutes.
BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
I no longer buy gas without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer doesn’t crawl in my back seat when I’m filling up.
I no longer drink Pepsi or Fanta since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put ‘Under God’ on their cans.
I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it causes seven different types of cancer.
AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can’t boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face. Disfiguring me for life.
I no longer go to the movies because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS when I sit down.
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.
I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda agents in disguise.
And I no longer answer the phone becausesomeone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore , and Uzbekistan .
I no longer buy cookies from Neiman-Marcus since I now have their recipe.
THANKS TO YOU I can’t use anyone’s toilet but mine because a big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when it bites my butt.
AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can’t ever pick up a .25 cent coin dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.
I no longer drive my car because buying gas from some companies supports Al Qaeda, and buying gas from all the others supports South American dictators.
I can’t do any gardening because I’m afraid I’ll get bitten by the Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.
If you don’t send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s ex-mother-in-law’s second husband’s cousin’s best friend’s beautician . . .
Oh, by the way.....
A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.
Don’t bother taking it off now, it’s too late. (Love this one-got me!)
P. S.: I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet.
As we progress into the year 2010, I want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.
I no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, or have the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.
I can’t use the remote in a hotel room becauseI don’t know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.
I can’t sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.
I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one’s nose.
Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip becauseI can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.
I can’t touch any woman’s purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.
I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about rat poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.
ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die for the 1,387,258th time.
I no longer have any money, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.
I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa’s Novena has granted my every wish.
I can’t eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.
I can’t use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.
THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within 5 minutes.
BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
I no longer buy gas without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer doesn’t crawl in my back seat when I’m filling up.
I no longer drink Pepsi or Fanta since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put ‘Under God’ on their cans.
I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it causes seven different types of cancer.
AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can’t boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face. Disfiguring me for life.
I no longer go to the movies because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS when I sit down.
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.
I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda agents in disguise.
And I no longer answer the phone becausesomeone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore , and Uzbekistan .
I no longer buy cookies from Neiman-Marcus since I now have their recipe.
THANKS TO YOU I can’t use anyone’s toilet but mine because a big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when it bites my butt.
AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can’t ever pick up a .25 cent coin dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.
I no longer drive my car because buying gas from some companies supports Al Qaeda, and buying gas from all the others supports South American dictators.
I can’t do any gardening because I’m afraid I’ll get bitten by the Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.
If you don’t send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s ex-mother-in-law’s second husband’s cousin’s best friend’s beautician . . .
Oh, by the way.....
A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.
Don’t bother taking it off now, it’s too late. (Love this one-got me!)
P. S.: I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
A quick visit to the WTC site- Sam Kegley
http://home.earthlink.net/~alprojects/wtc/index.html
or Google and put in WTC and scroll to WTC Tribute Center
http://www.yelp.com/biz/tribute-wtc-visitor-center-new-york
Per Groupon.com, I am traveling to NYC on OCt. 21. touring the WTC Islamic atrocity site per my choice on Oct. 22 and back to Columbus early Sat. morning 10-23- Fun bus tour. I visited the city several times before but this will be my first post 9/11 visit. I will be praying where the devil muslims preyed upon our innocents in our innocence. We have been so easy for them to date, especially for the last twenty or thirty years. I'l look and photograph where they should not be permitted to build a mosque!
Sam
or Google and put in WTC and scroll to WTC Tribute Center
http://www.yelp.com/biz/tribute-wtc-visitor-center-new-york
Per Groupon.com, I am traveling to NYC on OCt. 21. touring the WTC Islamic atrocity site per my choice on Oct. 22 and back to Columbus early Sat. morning 10-23- Fun bus tour. I visited the city several times before but this will be my first post 9/11 visit. I will be praying where the devil muslims preyed upon our innocents in our innocence. We have been so easy for them to date, especially for the last twenty or thirty years. I'l look and photograph where they should not be permitted to build a mosque!
Sam
Kentucky coaches- Jack H Plymale
Sam, UK has had the two most storied coaches in the history of major college athletics. The Col. and the Bear.I know of no other can equal that claim. Jack P.
(Jack is referring to UK's 48-14 loss to Florida in football yesterday).
On Sun, Sep 26, 2010 at 5:58 AM, Sam Kegleywrote:
I believe you understand the suituation in Lexington, Jack.
I did not watch much, but UK hasn't beaten the Gators since 1986. On one play, I watched three missed tackles. I believe there is a mindset for losing and it infiltrated the Cat footballers a long time ago. I feel that the recruiting has stepped up a notch under these last two coaches, but UK is still getting the droppings from other programs.
I think Jim tressel is an honorable man and an excellent coach, who continually gets top level recruits.
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Jack H Plymale
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Saturday, September 25, 2010 21:50
Subject: Gator = Cats
Things don't look good late in the game for the Lexington folks, but if fall is here, can winter( and a day of reckoning) be far behind.
--
Jack P.
(Jack is referring to UK's 48-14 loss to Florida in football yesterday).
On Sun, Sep 26, 2010 at 5:58 AM, Sam Kegley
I believe you understand the suituation in Lexington, Jack.
I did not watch much, but UK hasn't beaten the Gators since 1986. On one play, I watched three missed tackles. I believe there is a mindset for losing and it infiltrated the Cat footballers a long time ago. I feel that the recruiting has stepped up a notch under these last two coaches, but UK is still getting the droppings from other programs.
I think Jim tressel is an honorable man and an excellent coach, who continually gets top level recruits.
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Jack H Plymale
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Saturday, September 25, 2010 21:50
Subject: Gator = Cats
Things don't look good late in the game for the Lexington folks, but if fall is here, can winter( and a day of reckoning) be far behind.
--
Jack P.
Eric Crawford LCJ- Calipari manages the storm Sam
Whatever will be will be.
http://kybasketball.blogspot.com/
Please click on Aaron's UK basketball blog and read Eric Crawford's piece on "Calipari manages the storm".
Cal's "10-11" team packs bags for kids and has the team wash kids feet while on the Canadian trip. He is continually villified by the non-Kentucky fan journalists. Go figure! Whatever will be will be. I just keep praying for Cal and I am personally thankful that he coaches basketball at UK. As an aside, he goes to mass each day. That was not a loud proclamation for affect, but more of a whisper.
Oh yeah. I must admit that I have been a Kentucky fan since my amateur round ball playing days on Portsmouth Ohio's Highland Grade School outside court. I was only good enough to be the picker or the first pick in most games. School yarders understand that. I have this sickness that gets into one's blood stream and slowly converts red to blue. One can live with it throughout life and enjoy all the good that comes with it. It causes extra adrenalin and exhuberance with each UK basketball win. Euphoria! Cal knows more and more about the effect. He GETS IT!
Sam
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http://kybasketball.blogspot.com/
Please click on Aaron's UK basketball blog and read Eric Crawford's piece on "Calipari manages the storm".
Cal's "10-11" team packs bags for kids and has the team wash kids feet while on the Canadian trip. He is continually villified by the non-Kentucky fan journalists. Go figure! Whatever will be will be. I just keep praying for Cal and I am personally thankful that he coaches basketball at UK. As an aside, he goes to mass each day. That was not a loud proclamation for affect, but more of a whisper.
Oh yeah. I must admit that I have been a Kentucky fan since my amateur round ball playing days on Portsmouth Ohio's Highland Grade School outside court. I was only good enough to be the picker or the first pick in most games. School yarders understand that. I have this sickness that gets into one's blood stream and slowly converts red to blue. One can live with it throughout life and enjoy all the good that comes with it. It causes extra adrenalin and exhuberance with each UK basketball win. Euphoria! Cal knows more and more about the effect. He GETS IT!
Sam
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Saturday, September 25, 2010
Where has all the innocence gone? Right here with Sammie TIO Thanks Mr. vice!
Alas, where has all our innocence gone?
While I sat in the reception area
of my doctor's office, a woman rolled an elderly man
in a wheelchair into the room. As she went
to the receptionist's desk, the man sat there, alone
and silent. Just as I was thinking I should make
small talk with him, a little boy slipped off
his mother's lap and walked over to
the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the
man's, he said, I know how you feel. My
mom makes me ride in the stroller too..'
*****
As I was nursing
my baby, my cousin's six-year-old
daughter, Krissy, came into the room.
Never having seen anyone breast feed
before, she was intrigued and full of all
kinds of questions about what I was doing.
After mulling over my answers, she remarked,
'My mom has some of those, but I don't think she knows how to use them..'
*****
Out bicycling
one day with my eight-year-old
granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a little
wistful. 'In ten years,' I said, 'you'll want
to be with your friends and you won't go
walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do
now. Carolyn shrugged. 'In ten years you'll be
too old to do all those things anyway.'
******
Working as a pediatric
nurse, I had the difficult assignment
of giving immunization shots to children..
One day, I entered the examining room to give
four-year-old Lizzie her needle. 'No, no, no!' she
screamed. 'Lizzie,' scolded her mother, 'that's
not polite behavior.' With that, the girl
yelled even louder, 'No, thank you! No, thank
you!
******
On the way back from a Cub
Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my son,
'Dad, I know babies come from mommies' tummies, but
how do they get there in the first place?' After my
son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally
spoke up in disgust, 'You don't have to make
up something, Dad. It's okay if you don't
know the answer.'
*****
Just before I
was deployed to Iraq , I sat my eight-year-old
son down and broke the news to him. 'I'm
going to be away for a long time,' I told
him. 'I'm going to Iraq .' 'Why?' he
asked. 'Don't you know there's a war going
on over there?'
*****
Paul Newman
founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for
children stricken with cancer, AIDS, and blood
diseases. One afternoon, he and is wife,
Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with
the kids. A counselor at a nearby
table, suspecting the young patients
wouldn't know Newman was a famous movie star,
explained, That's the man who made this camp
possible. Maybe you've seen his picture on
his salad dressing bottle?' Blank
stares.'Well, you've probably seen his face on
his lemonade carton.' An eight-year-old girl
perked up. 'How long was he missing?'
*****
God's Problem Now:
His wife's graveside
service was just barely finished, when there was a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance. The little, old man looked at the pastor and calmly said,
'Well, she's there.
While I sat in the reception area
of my doctor's office, a woman rolled an elderly man
in a wheelchair into the room. As she went
to the receptionist's desk, the man sat there, alone
and silent. Just as I was thinking I should make
small talk with him, a little boy slipped off
his mother's lap and walked over to
the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the
man's, he said, I know how you feel. My
mom makes me ride in the stroller too..'
*****
As I was nursing
my baby, my cousin's six-year-old
daughter, Krissy, came into the room.
Never having seen anyone breast feed
before, she was intrigued and full of all
kinds of questions about what I was doing.
After mulling over my answers, she remarked,
'My mom has some of those, but I don't think she knows how to use them..'
*****
Out bicycling
one day with my eight-year-old
granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a little
wistful. 'In ten years,' I said, 'you'll want
to be with your friends and you won't go
walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do
now. Carolyn shrugged. 'In ten years you'll be
too old to do all those things anyway.'
******
Working as a pediatric
nurse, I had the difficult assignment
of giving immunization shots to children..
One day, I entered the examining room to give
four-year-old Lizzie her needle. 'No, no, no!' she
screamed. 'Lizzie,' scolded her mother, 'that's
not polite behavior.' With that, the girl
yelled even louder, 'No, thank you! No, thank
you!
******
On the way back from a Cub
Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my son,
'Dad, I know babies come from mommies' tummies, but
how do they get there in the first place?' After my
son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally
spoke up in disgust, 'You don't have to make
up something, Dad. It's okay if you don't
know the answer.'
*****
Just before I
was deployed to Iraq , I sat my eight-year-old
son down and broke the news to him. 'I'm
going to be away for a long time,' I told
him. 'I'm going to Iraq .' 'Why?' he
asked. 'Don't you know there's a war going
on over there?'
*****
Paul Newman
founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for
children stricken with cancer, AIDS, and blood
diseases. One afternoon, he and is wife,
Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with
the kids. A counselor at a nearby
table, suspecting the young patients
wouldn't know Newman was a famous movie star,
explained, That's the man who made this camp
possible. Maybe you've seen his picture on
his salad dressing bottle?' Blank
stares.'Well, you've probably seen his face on
his lemonade carton.' An eight-year-old girl
perked up. 'How long was he missing?'
*****
God's Problem Now:
His wife's graveside
service was just barely finished, when there was a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance. The little, old man looked at the pastor and calmly said,
'Well, she's there.
National Day of Prayer in America... It happened under the o watch... ;(
Debbie,
Jeanie and I are so happy to hear from our good Kentucky fan and friend. We are also so glad to know that your heart and head are in the right place at this critical time for our nation and for the world.
In
1952
President Truman
established one day a year as a
"National Day of Prayer."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In
1988
President Reagan
designated the
First Thursday in May of each year as
the National Day of Prayer.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In June
2007
(then)
Presidential
Candidate Barack Obama
declared that the USA
"Was no longer a
Christian nation."
---------------------------------------------------------------
This year
President Obama
canceled the
21st annual National Day
of Prayer ceremony
at the White
House under the ruse
Of "not wanting to offend anyone"
------------------------------------------------------------------------
BUT... on September 25, 2009
from 4 AM until 7 PM,
a National Day of Prayer
FOR THE MUSLIM RELIGION
was Held on Capitol Hill,
Beside the White House.
There were over 50,000 Muslims
in D.C. that day.
Error! Filename not specified.
HE PRAYS WITH THE MUSLIMS!
I guess it Doesn't matter
if "Christians"
Are offended by this event -
We obviously
Don't count as
"anyone" Anymore.
The direction this country is headed
should strike fear in the heart of every Christian,
especially knowing that the
Muslim religion believes that if Christians cannot be
converted, they should be annihilated.
This is not a Rumor –
Go to the website
To confirm this info:
( http://www.islamoncapitolhill.com/ )
Pay particular attention to the very bottom of the page:
"OUR TIME HAS COME"
I hope that this information will stir your spirit.
The words of 2 Chronicles 7:14
"If my people, Who are called by my Name,
Will humble themselves And pray,
And seek my face, and Turn from their Wicked ways,
Then will I hear from Heaven
And will forgive their Sin and will heal Their land."
We must pray for Our nation, our communities,
Our families, and especially our children.
They are the ones who are going to suffer the most.
.
If we don't PRAY
May God have Mercy.
IN GOD WE TRUST.
Jeanie and I are so happy to hear from our good Kentucky fan and friend. We are also so glad to know that your heart and head are in the right place at this critical time for our nation and for the world.
In
1952
President Truman
established one day a year as a
"National Day of Prayer."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In
1988
President Reagan
designated the
First Thursday in May of each year as
the National Day of Prayer.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In June
2007
(then)
Presidential
Candidate Barack Obama
declared that the USA
"Was no longer a
Christian nation."
---------------------------------------------------------------
This year
President Obama
canceled the
21st annual National Day
of Prayer ceremony
at the White
House under the ruse
Of "not wanting to offend anyone"
------------------------------------------------------------------------
BUT... on September 25, 2009
from 4 AM until 7 PM,
a National Day of Prayer
FOR THE MUSLIM RELIGION
was Held on Capitol Hill,
Beside the White House.
There were over 50,000 Muslims
in D.C. that day.
Error! Filename not specified.
HE PRAYS WITH THE MUSLIMS!
I guess it Doesn't matter
if "Christians"
Are offended by this event -
We obviously
Don't count as
"anyone" Anymore.
The direction this country is headed
should strike fear in the heart of every Christian,
especially knowing that the
Muslim religion believes that if Christians cannot be
converted, they should be annihilated.
This is not a Rumor –
Go to the website
To confirm this info:
( http://www.islamoncapitolhill.com/ )
Pay particular attention to the very bottom of the page:
"OUR TIME HAS COME"
I hope that this information will stir your spirit.
The words of 2 Chronicles 7:14
"If my people, Who are called by my Name,
Will humble themselves And pray,
And seek my face, and Turn from their Wicked ways,
Then will I hear from Heaven
And will forgive their Sin and will heal Their land."
We must pray for Our nation, our communities,
Our families, and especially our children.
They are the ones who are going to suffer the most.
.
If we don't PRAY
May God have Mercy.
IN GOD WE TRUST.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Check this out
Not too incidentally, John Kansius is burning the salt water in a Pyrex or a glass tube. The materials answer might be as simple or as complex as glass or Pyrex lined steel cylinders.
God is blessing John Kansius, here in the good old USA!
Sam
Sent: Tuesday, September 21, 2010 05:59
Subject: Re: check this out Robert
Wow, Sonny!
Materials engineers should find the ultimate materials to contain the salt water, which is a highly corrosive electyrolyte at room temperature.
Spoken from my metallurgical engineering career of 44 years (retired now). Can it be done? Just another challenge to American ingeniuity! It will be done!
Sam
Rev. Deborah Lyndsay- Islamaphobia Aug 29 You tube- Not presented here!- Sam Kegley
This blog has been put up by me since August 7, 2008 and now has just over 9230 hits, about 17% by me.
The Rev Deborah Lyndsay has a 20 minute tape from her Aug. 29, 2010 tape on YouTube and it has already logged more than 112,000 hits. I read about it in the Columbus Dispatch Metro section just a few minutes ago and came to my computer to view it. I have. Rev. Deborah speaks of Islam as a religion of peace. I have saved the message, but don't intend to forward it. Go to Google and put in her name and you will be able to get the sermon.
I cannot claim that the Rev. Lyndsay is completely wrong. Hers is as liberal a message as I have ever heard. We as Christians should not hate , but a Quoran which encourages its' members to kill all infidels which it defines as those not believing in muslimism is not a religion of peace in my mind.
I am against their rubbing our nose in their committed atrocities of 9/11/2001 by building a mosque near Ground Zero. The hearts and flowers are nice, but we must stop this religion of the Islamic terrorists who have been blatantly killing our American citizens and others for at least 20 years recently and the only responses have been by a couple of Presidents and a lot of braver American service people.
The terrorists are winning the war and the quiet muslim community is silently happy to see the world become Islamic; however that becomes reality. It is terroristic evanhgelism for their peaceful religion.
I do not doubt Rev. Lyndsay's Christianity. It is very accepting of the islams. I just do not buy her sermon. It is simply too mamby-pamby for this conservative Christian.
Sam
The Rev Deborah Lyndsay has a 20 minute tape from her Aug. 29, 2010 tape on YouTube and it has already logged more than 112,000 hits. I read about it in the Columbus Dispatch Metro section just a few minutes ago and came to my computer to view it. I have. Rev. Deborah speaks of Islam as a religion of peace. I have saved the message, but don't intend to forward it. Go to Google and put in her name and you will be able to get the sermon.
I cannot claim that the Rev. Lyndsay is completely wrong. Hers is as liberal a message as I have ever heard. We as Christians should not hate , but a Quoran which encourages its' members to kill all infidels which it defines as those not believing in muslimism is not a religion of peace in my mind.
I am against their rubbing our nose in their committed atrocities of 9/11/2001 by building a mosque near Ground Zero. The hearts and flowers are nice, but we must stop this religion of the Islamic terrorists who have been blatantly killing our American citizens and others for at least 20 years recently and the only responses have been by a couple of Presidents and a lot of braver American service people.
The terrorists are winning the war and the quiet muslim community is silently happy to see the world become Islamic; however that becomes reality. It is terroristic evanhgelism for their peaceful religion.
I do not doubt Rev. Lyndsay's Christianity. It is very accepting of the islams. I just do not buy her sermon. It is simply too mamby-pamby for this conservative Christian.
Sam
Jusat do it! I'm Mad! Thanks Joyce and Jim Smallwood, good Portsmouth alumni!
Thanks Joyce!
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Joyce Smallwood
Sent: Friday, September 24, 2010 07:37
Subject: Fw: JUST DO IT, I'M MAD
I'm MAD TOO !!!, what about you?
And the Obama "healthcare" bill has no effect on their healthcare benefits!
KEEP THIS ONE GOING AND GOING AND GOING......
TILL NOVEMBER 2010 AT LEAST.
GRRRRRRRRRR....!
I'm MAD AND YOU WILL BE TOO!
Your U.S. House & Senate have voted themselves $4,700 and $5,300 raises.
1. They voted to not give you a S.S. cost of living raise in 2010 and 2011.
2. Your Medicaid premiums will go up $285.60 for the 2-years and you will not get the 3% COLA: $660/yr.
Your total 2-yr loss and cost is -$1,600 or -$3,200 for husband and wife
3. Over 2-yrs The House & Senate each get $10,000 raises
4. Do you feel SCREWED?
5. WILL your cost of drugs - doctor fees - local taxes - food, etc., increase? You better believe they will!
WILL THEIRS...NO WAY . They have a raise and better benefits. Why care about you? You never did anything about it in the past.
You're obviously too stupid or don't care. No offense; just making a point!
6. Do you really think that Nancy, Harry, Chris, Charlie, Barnie, et al, care about you?
SEND THE MESSAGE-- You're FIRED.
IN 2010 YOU WILL HAVE A CHANCE TO GET RID OF THE SITTING CONGRESS AND Up to 1/3 OF THE SENATE,
AND 100% OF THE HOUSE.
MAKE SURE YOU'RE STILL MAD IN NOVEMBER 2010 AND TELL THEIR REPLACEMENTS NOT TO SCREW UP.
It is ok to forward this to your sphere of influence if you are finally tired of the abuse.
Maybe it's time for the........
Amendment 28
"Congress shall make no law that applies to the citizens of the United
States that does not apply equally to the Senators or Representatives,
and Congress shall make no law that applies to the Senators or
Representatives that does not apply equally to the citizens of the
United States ..."
Let's get this passed around, folks - these people in Washington have brought this upon themselves!!! It's time for retribution. Let's take back America .
If you don't forward this to all your friends you're just part of the problem of national apathy.
IT'S TIME!!!!!!!
JUST DO IT!
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Joyce Smallwood
Sent: Friday, September 24, 2010 07:37
Subject: Fw: JUST DO IT, I'M MAD
I'm MAD TOO !!!, what about you?
And the Obama "healthcare" bill has no effect on their healthcare benefits!
KEEP THIS ONE GOING AND GOING AND GOING......
TILL NOVEMBER 2010 AT LEAST.
GRRRRRRRRRR....!
I'm MAD AND YOU WILL BE TOO!
Your U.S. House & Senate have voted themselves $4,700 and $5,300 raises.
1. They voted to not give you a S.S. cost of living raise in 2010 and 2011.
2. Your Medicaid premiums will go up $285.60 for the 2-years and you will not get the 3% COLA: $660/yr.
Your total 2-yr loss and cost is -$1,600 or -$3,200 for husband and wife
3. Over 2-yrs The House & Senate each get $10,000 raises
4. Do you feel SCREWED?
5. WILL your cost of drugs - doctor fees - local taxes - food, etc., increase? You better believe they will!
WILL THEIRS...NO WAY . They have a raise and better benefits. Why care about you? You never did anything about it in the past.
You're obviously too stupid or don't care. No offense; just making a point!
6. Do you really think that Nancy, Harry, Chris, Charlie, Barnie, et al, care about you?
SEND THE MESSAGE-- You're FIRED.
IN 2010 YOU WILL HAVE A CHANCE TO GET RID OF THE SITTING CONGRESS AND Up to 1/3 OF THE SENATE,
AND 100% OF THE HOUSE.
MAKE SURE YOU'RE STILL MAD IN NOVEMBER 2010 AND TELL THEIR REPLACEMENTS NOT TO SCREW UP.
It is ok to forward this to your sphere of influence if you are finally tired of the abuse.
Maybe it's time for the........
Amendment 28
"Congress shall make no law that applies to the citizens of the United
States that does not apply equally to the Senators or Representatives,
and Congress shall make no law that applies to the Senators or
Representatives that does not apply equally to the citizens of the
United States ..."
Let's get this passed around, folks - these people in Washington have brought this upon themselves!!! It's time for retribution. Let's take back America .
If you don't forward this to all your friends you're just part of the problem of national apathy.
IT'S TIME!!!!!!!
JUST DO IT!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Golf... Romance... Thanks avid golfer, Bob Looney!
Subject: .......................................GOLF AND ROMANCE...................
Ed and Dorothy met while on a singles cruise and Ed fell head over heels for her. When they discovered they lived in the same city only a few miles apart, Ed was ecstatic. He immediately started asking her out when they got home.
Within a couple of weeks, Ed had taken Dorothy to dance clubs, restaurants, concerts, movies, and museums. Ed became convinced that Dorothy was indeed his soul mate and true love. Every date seemed better than the last.
On the one-month anniversary of their first dinner on the cruise ship, Ed took Dorothy to a fine restaurant. While having cocktails and waiting for their salad, Ed said, "I guess you can tell I'm very much in love with you. I'd like a little serious talk before our relationship continues to the next stage. So, before I get a box out of my jacket and ask you a life changing question, it's only fair to warn you, I'm a total golf nut. I play golf, I read about golf, I watch golf on TV. In short, I eat, sleep, and breathe golf. If that's going to be a problem, for us, you'd better say so now!"
Dorothy took a deep breath and responded, "Ed, that certainly won't be a problem. I love you as you are and I love golf too; but, since we're being totally honest with each other, you need to know that for about the last five years I've been a hooker."
"I see," Ed replied thoughtfully. He looked down at the table, and was quiet for a moment, deep in serious thought then he added, "You know, it's probably because you're not keeping your wrists straight when you hit the ball."
Ed and Dorothy met while on a singles cruise and Ed fell head over heels for her. When they discovered they lived in the same city only a few miles apart, Ed was ecstatic. He immediately started asking her out when they got home.
Within a couple of weeks, Ed had taken Dorothy to dance clubs, restaurants, concerts, movies, and museums. Ed became convinced that Dorothy was indeed his soul mate and true love. Every date seemed better than the last.
On the one-month anniversary of their first dinner on the cruise ship, Ed took Dorothy to a fine restaurant. While having cocktails and waiting for their salad, Ed said, "I guess you can tell I'm very much in love with you. I'd like a little serious talk before our relationship continues to the next stage. So, before I get a box out of my jacket and ask you a life changing question, it's only fair to warn you, I'm a total golf nut. I play golf, I read about golf, I watch golf on TV. In short, I eat, sleep, and breathe golf. If that's going to be a problem, for us, you'd better say so now!"
Dorothy took a deep breath and responded, "Ed, that certainly won't be a problem. I love you as you are and I love golf too; but, since we're being totally honest with each other, you need to know that for about the last five years I've been a hooker."
"I see," Ed replied thoughtfully. He looked down at the table, and was quiet for a moment, deep in serious thought then he added, "You know, it's probably because you're not keeping your wrists straight when you hit the ball."
FROG... Thanks clay Vice and Nita Elliott!
' F R O G ' we all need one
I do hope this returns to ME the sender! Isn't the little green guy sort of cute?
I was told a story about a lady in the hospital who was near death when an area Chaplain came to visit her. This Chaplain was a very young female with long blond hair. She listened to the lady who was ill and left her a small gift for comfort It was a tiny ceramic frog. The next day one of the people from the lady's church came to visit. The lady told her friend about the beautiful young Chaplain who had come to visit her. The friend was so impressed with the way the lady had improved and felt the need to talk to the young Chaplain. In her search to find the young gal, she was repeatedly reassured that the chaplains are never very young and that there was never a gal that fit the description given.
Upon returning to the lady in the hospital, a visiting nurse entered the room and noticed the ceramic frog. The nurse made the comment 'I see you have a guardian angel with you..' As she held the little frog. We asked why she made the comment and we were informed that the frog stood for:
(F) Forever (R) Rely (O) On (G) God
To The World You Might Be One Person; But To One Person You Might Be the World.
You have been Tagged by the Froggy, which means you are a great friend!!
You will BE BLESSED For Years if you send this to 4 people or more. And if this is sent back to you then you know that you are a true friend..
Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble
I do hope this returns to ME the sender! Isn't the little green guy sort of cute?
I was told a story about a lady in the hospital who was near death when an area Chaplain came to visit her. This Chaplain was a very young female with long blond hair. She listened to the lady who was ill and left her a small gift for comfort It was a tiny ceramic frog. The next day one of the people from the lady's church came to visit. The lady told her friend about the beautiful young Chaplain who had come to visit her. The friend was so impressed with the way the lady had improved and felt the need to talk to the young Chaplain. In her search to find the young gal, she was repeatedly reassured that the chaplains are never very young and that there was never a gal that fit the description given.
Upon returning to the lady in the hospital, a visiting nurse entered the room and noticed the ceramic frog. The nurse made the comment 'I see you have a guardian angel with you..' As she held the little frog. We asked why she made the comment and we were informed that the frog stood for:
(F) Forever (R) Rely (O) On (G) God
To The World You Might Be One Person; But To One Person You Might Be the World.
You have been Tagged by the Froggy, which means you are a great friend!!
You will BE BLESSED For Years if you send this to 4 people or more. And if this is sent back to you then you know that you are a true friend..
Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble
Pat Buchanan Racial comment for o Thanks Sonny!
God please bless Pat Buchanan for this honesty.
Thanks Sonny!
I wonder if any black people forward such a message. Please forgive my prejudice, but I doubt it. I am not a wannabe black but I am a wannabe friend of all decent blacks and I know many such people.
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: ramey hoskins
To: Undisclosed-Recipient:;
Sent: Thursday, September 23, 2010 20:11
Subject: Fw: Coinider, Then ACT!
This item dating back to March 1, 2009, comes from an item by commenter -- and MSNBC's TOKEN conservative -- Pat Buchanan. I'm sure my LEFTIST HATERS will call me a RACIST for forwarding this, so I made sure to find its SOURCE B4 4warding it...!!
O'D
Sender said:
Finally............It is Said Publicly. I never have seen the white side explained better! Pat Buchanan had the guts to say it. It is about time.
BUCHANAN TO OBAMA
[url: http://james4america.wordpress.com/2009/03/01/pat-buchanan-to-barack-obama-terms-for-conversation-on-race/ ]
By Patrick J. Buchanan
Barack says we need to have a conversation about race in America... Fair enough. But this time, it has to be a two-way conversation. White America needs to be heard from, not just lectured at... This time, the Silent Majority needs to have its convictions, grievances and demands heard. And among them are these:
First, America has been the best country on earth for black folks. It was here that 600,000 black people, brought from Africa in slave ships, grew into a community of 40 million, were introduced to Christian salvation and reached the greatest levels of freedom and prosperity blacks ever have known. Rev. Wright ought to go down on his knees and thank God he is an American.
Second, no people anywhere has done more to lift up blacks than white Americans. Untold $trillions have been spent since the '60s on welfare, food stamps, rent supplements, Section 8 housing, Pell grants, student loans, legal services, Medicaid, Earned Income Tax Credits and poverty programs designed to bring the African-American community into the mainstream. Governments, businesses and colleges have engaged in discrimination against white folks -- with affirmative action, contract set-asides and quotas -- to advance black applicants over white applicants. Churches, foundations, civic groups, schools and individuals all over America have donated their time and money to support soup kitchens, adult education, day care, retirement and nursing homes for blacks.
We hear the grievances. Where is the gratitude??
Barack talks about new 'ladders of opportunity' for blacks. Let him go to Altoona. And Johnstown, and ask the white kids in Catholic schools how many were visited lately by Ivy League recruiters handing out scholarships for 'deserving' white kids...? Is white America really responsible for the fact that the crime and incarceration rates for African-Americans are seven times those of white America? [O'D NOTE: Of course, the Al Sharpton's of this country will claim more blacks are jailed cuz the "justice" system is`"stacked against" blacks!!!] Is it really white America 's fault that illegitimacy in the African-American community has hit 70 percent and the black dropout rate from high schools in some cities has reached 50 percent? [O'D NOTE: No, it's about the FACT that BLACK MEN FLEE PARENTAL RESPONSIBILITY (LEADING to the 70% UNwed mother rate among blacks), & these "men" BLAME THE WOMAN for "GETTING PREGNANT," even tho' BLACK MEN HATE THE VERY IDEA of EVER using a CONDOM -- EVEN tho' AIDS is rampant in majority-black cities, like Washington, DC]
Is that the fault of white America or, first and foremost, a failure of the black community itself?
As for racism, its ugliest manifestation is in interracial crime, and especially interracial crimes of violence. Is Barack Obama aware that while white criminals choose black victims 3 percent of the time, black criminals choose white victims 45 percent of the time?
Is Barack aware that black-on-white rapes are 100 times more common than the reverse, that black-on-white robberies were 139 times as common in the first three years of this decade as the reverse?
We all have heard ad nauseam from Rev. Al about Tawana Brawley, the Duke rape case and Jena. And all turned out to be hoaxes. But about the epidemic of black assaults on whites that are real, we hear nothing.
Sorry, Barack, some of us have heard it all before, about 40 years and 40 trillion tax dollars ago.
Be a better friend,
This time, the Silent Majority needs to have its convictions, grievances and demands heard.
----------------------
Sender closed, saying:This needs to be passed around because this is a message everyone needs to hear!!!
OK........... will you pass this on ?
YES. I did but will you?
Because I'm for a better America
I am
Not racist,
Not violent,
Just not silent anymore
Thanks Sonny!
I wonder if any black people forward such a message. Please forgive my prejudice, but I doubt it. I am not a wannabe black but I am a wannabe friend of all decent blacks and I know many such people.
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: ramey hoskins
To: Undisclosed-Recipient:;
Sent: Thursday, September 23, 2010 20:11
Subject: Fw: Coinider, Then ACT!
This item dating back to March 1, 2009, comes from an item by commenter -- and MSNBC's TOKEN conservative -- Pat Buchanan. I'm sure my LEFTIST HATERS will call me a RACIST for forwarding this, so I made sure to find its SOURCE B4 4warding it...!!
O'D
Sender said:
Finally............It is Said Publicly. I never have seen the white side explained better! Pat Buchanan had the guts to say it. It is about time.
BUCHANAN TO OBAMA
[url: http://james4america.wordpress.com/2009/03/01/pat-buchanan-to-barack-obama-terms-for-conversation-on-race/ ]
By Patrick J. Buchanan
Barack says we need to have a conversation about race in America... Fair enough. But this time, it has to be a two-way conversation. White America needs to be heard from, not just lectured at... This time, the Silent Majority needs to have its convictions, grievances and demands heard. And among them are these:
First, America has been the best country on earth for black folks. It was here that 600,000 black people, brought from Africa in slave ships, grew into a community of 40 million, were introduced to Christian salvation and reached the greatest levels of freedom and prosperity blacks ever have known. Rev. Wright ought to go down on his knees and thank God he is an American.
Second, no people anywhere has done more to lift up blacks than white Americans. Untold $trillions have been spent since the '60s on welfare, food stamps, rent supplements, Section 8 housing, Pell grants, student loans, legal services, Medicaid, Earned Income Tax Credits and poverty programs designed to bring the African-American community into the mainstream. Governments, businesses and colleges have engaged in discrimination against white folks -- with affirmative action, contract set-asides and quotas -- to advance black applicants over white applicants. Churches, foundations, civic groups, schools and individuals all over America have donated their time and money to support soup kitchens, adult education, day care, retirement and nursing homes for blacks.
We hear the grievances. Where is the gratitude??
Barack talks about new 'ladders of opportunity' for blacks. Let him go to Altoona. And Johnstown, and ask the white kids in Catholic schools how many were visited lately by Ivy League recruiters handing out scholarships for 'deserving' white kids...? Is white America really responsible for the fact that the crime and incarceration rates for African-Americans are seven times those of white America? [O'D NOTE: Of course, the Al Sharpton's of this country will claim more blacks are jailed cuz the "justice" system is`"stacked against" blacks!!!] Is it really white America 's fault that illegitimacy in the African-American community has hit 70 percent and the black dropout rate from high schools in some cities has reached 50 percent? [O'D NOTE: No, it's about the FACT that BLACK MEN FLEE PARENTAL RESPONSIBILITY (LEADING to the 70% UNwed mother rate among blacks), & these "men" BLAME THE WOMAN for "GETTING PREGNANT," even tho' BLACK MEN HATE THE VERY IDEA of EVER using a CONDOM -- EVEN tho' AIDS is rampant in majority-black cities, like Washington, DC]
Is that the fault of white America or, first and foremost, a failure of the black community itself?
As for racism, its ugliest manifestation is in interracial crime, and especially interracial crimes of violence. Is Barack Obama aware that while white criminals choose black victims 3 percent of the time, black criminals choose white victims 45 percent of the time?
Is Barack aware that black-on-white rapes are 100 times more common than the reverse, that black-on-white robberies were 139 times as common in the first three years of this decade as the reverse?
We all have heard ad nauseam from Rev. Al about Tawana Brawley, the Duke rape case and Jena. And all turned out to be hoaxes. But about the epidemic of black assaults on whites that are real, we hear nothing.
Sorry, Barack, some of us have heard it all before, about 40 years and 40 trillion tax dollars ago.
Be a better friend,
This time, the Silent Majority needs to have its convictions, grievances and demands heard.
----------------------
Sender closed, saying:This needs to be passed around because this is a message everyone needs to hear!!!
OK........... will you pass this on ?
YES. I did but will you?
Because I'm for a better America
I am
Not racist,
Not violent,
Just not silent anymore
My youngest brother, Paul and his wife Mary and grandson Ethan- A great favor appreciated!
My brother Paul is so good.
Paul recently turned 66 on August 31. He and Mary came up yesterday. Paul brought up his farm jack, post hole digger, tamper, and a few other tools. I helped as a laborer, as Paul removed a gate post with the farm jack. It was neat as he wrapped a chain around the post a couple of times and latched the chain to the platen for the jack. As we pumped the jack handle the post rose up out of the ground as was intended. Paul proceeded to measure and sight the post at the back edge of the house and we then removed the chain wire and the remaining posts. It was a hot (>90 degree day) and my brother worked up a good sweat.
My sisters Sharon and Sandy, along with Sharon's friend, Mike, joined us for an early afternoon dinner at Home Town Buffet on Morse Road.
Mary shared a letter from Ethan's teacher which explained that the youngster (five now), took a standardized test for his age group and scored a perfect 50, whereas 17 was the average score and no others had a score close to perfect as Ethan did.
We each love Ethan and consider him special, even without the brightness he is exhibiting. Be sure Ethan knows he is making us very proud Paul and Mary! Paul and Mary are raising the youngster in their home. The family enjoyed a nice visit during a wicked storm outside the restraurant. Mary fits right in with the Kegleys as she also is from a large family and has a great sense of humor. Similarly Mike fit in as it was the first time Paul, Mary, Jeanie and I had met him.
Paul is an even-tempered gentleman farmer on the west side of Portsmouth. He helped me out with this gracious gesture and Jeanie and I certainly appreciate it.
With so much gratitude!
Sam & Jeanette
Paul recently turned 66 on August 31. He and Mary came up yesterday. Paul brought up his farm jack, post hole digger, tamper, and a few other tools. I helped as a laborer, as Paul removed a gate post with the farm jack. It was neat as he wrapped a chain around the post a couple of times and latched the chain to the platen for the jack. As we pumped the jack handle the post rose up out of the ground as was intended. Paul proceeded to measure and sight the post at the back edge of the house and we then removed the chain wire and the remaining posts. It was a hot (>90 degree day) and my brother worked up a good sweat.
My sisters Sharon and Sandy, along with Sharon's friend, Mike, joined us for an early afternoon dinner at Home Town Buffet on Morse Road.
Mary shared a letter from Ethan's teacher which explained that the youngster (five now), took a standardized test for his age group and scored a perfect 50, whereas 17 was the average score and no others had a score close to perfect as Ethan did.
We each love Ethan and consider him special, even without the brightness he is exhibiting. Be sure Ethan knows he is making us very proud Paul and Mary! Paul and Mary are raising the youngster in their home. The family enjoyed a nice visit during a wicked storm outside the restraurant. Mary fits right in with the Kegleys as she also is from a large family and has a great sense of humor. Similarly Mike fit in as it was the first time Paul, Mary, Jeanie and I had met him.
Paul is an even-tempered gentleman farmer on the west side of Portsmouth. He helped me out with this gracious gesture and Jeanie and I certainly appreciate it.
With so much gratitude!
Sam & Jeanette
Political Nursery Rhymes... Thanks Ms. Cole!
AHHH, it brings back the kid in us, doesn't it, Judi!
----- Original Message -----
From: judith Cole
Sent: Wednesday, September 22, 2010 21:27
Subject: Political nursery rhymes
Fight the socialist programing of our kids
By Dave Weinbaum
http://www.JewishWorldReview.com
The treasonous school indoctrination of our children toward Socialism has been going on for over a century. Our kids are taught America is evil, we are polluters, we owe a big debt to the Third World countries and Capitalism is the curse of the world. Heck, we heard that and more as Iran's Ahmadinejad lectured us at the UN yesterday.
Was Ah'm Mad schooled in the USA ?
With our first black/progressive president seeing himself with the power to lower or raise sea levels (I forget which-maybe both) the pace of brainwashing has risen to the level of idol worship. Little school kids are forced to memorize and sing praises of our Socialist President, Dear Leader, Mao/Stalin/Hitler style throughout the gullible warmed plains.
Sometimes you have to put your foot down to get a leg up
Until recently, most parents have been oblivious to the brainwashing, seeing such youthful/progressive exuberance as a process of growing up.
Some of us dare to object. Instead of singing the praises of the anointed one, we should take steps to remove the misinformation and stop the forced worship of cheap Chicago politician thugs.
My suggestion?
Have sing-alongs at the dinner table to counter the Messiah-in-Thief.
I humbly submit:
To the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
Twinkle twinkle little czar
How I wonder what you are
Up above the rest of us 'til you're thrown beneath the bus.
When the Senate takes a leap, Obama has another creep
When we show the smallest slight, we're threatened with eternal blight
Twinkle twinkle little czar,
How I wonder what you are.
To the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb"
Barry had a little scam
Little scam, little scam,
Barry had a little scam,
His flock he sure did snow.
Everywhere that Barry'd vent,
Barry'd vent, Barry'd vent,
Everywhere that Barry'd vent
The flock was sure to go.
They followed him to polls one day
Polls one day, polls one day
they followed him to polls one day
Where New Black Panthers stood.
It made the parents scared to vote,
Scared to vote, scared to vote
It made the parents scared to vote
Against "O" from the Hood.
To the tune of "Ring Around the Rosey"
Ring around Pelosi
Don't get too cozy
Tea Party, Tea party
Bring her down!
(Written about the bubonic plague of the middle ages -- coincidence?)
To the tune of "The Itsy Bitsy Spider"
The pissy bitchy Marxists have a lot of clout,
Down came the vote and washed those insects out
Out came conservatives who stopped all the pain
But the pissy bitchy Marxists will try and try again.
To the tune of "Hickory Dickory Dock"
Hillary Billary Knock,
The Communist up the block
The clock struck one
The Dems are done
Hillary Billary Knock.
Hillary Billary Knock
Barry starts to rock
He lost his cool
The Clintons hope to rule
Hillary Billary Knock
To the cadence of "Simple Simon"
Simple Biden met a baker
Going to the fair
Says Simple Biden to the baker
Let me taste your ware
Says baker to Simple Biden
Show me you'll lower my tax
Says Simple Biden to the baker
On your neck will fall an ax.
To the tune of "Three Blind Mice"
Three blind Dems. Three blind Dems.
See how they run. See how they run.
Chucking and jiving and lyin' away
Voters and morons they're tryin' to sway
Three blind Dems
To the tune of "I'm a Little Tea Pot"
I'm a little Tea Party, short and smart
Fighting libs who have no heart.
I get steamed and show I'm patriotic
And point my spout at the idiotic.
I'm a little Tea Party, short and smart
Fighting libs who have no heart
To the tune of "Pop Goes the Weasel"
Half a mind to protest the Libs
Who govern us with needles
Come November we're gonna say
Pop go the weasels.
And unless it's been used before, right after the tune is over bond it to the kids with this little ditty.
Hmmmm� Hmmmmm� HMMMMM!
----- Original Message -----
From: judith Cole
Sent: Wednesday, September 22, 2010 21:27
Subject: Political nursery rhymes
Fight the socialist programing of our kids
By Dave Weinbaum
http://www.JewishWorldReview.com
The treasonous school indoctrination of our children toward Socialism has been going on for over a century. Our kids are taught America is evil, we are polluters, we owe a big debt to the Third World countries and Capitalism is the curse of the world. Heck, we heard that and more as Iran's Ahmadinejad lectured us at the UN yesterday.
Was Ah'm Mad schooled in the USA ?
With our first black/progressive president seeing himself with the power to lower or raise sea levels (I forget which-maybe both) the pace of brainwashing has risen to the level of idol worship. Little school kids are forced to memorize and sing praises of our Socialist President, Dear Leader, Mao/Stalin/Hitler style throughout the gullible warmed plains.
Sometimes you have to put your foot down to get a leg up
Until recently, most parents have been oblivious to the brainwashing, seeing such youthful/progressive exuberance as a process of growing up.
Some of us dare to object. Instead of singing the praises of the anointed one, we should take steps to remove the misinformation and stop the forced worship of cheap Chicago politician thugs.
My suggestion?
Have sing-alongs at the dinner table to counter the Messiah-in-Thief.
I humbly submit:
To the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
Twinkle twinkle little czar
How I wonder what you are
Up above the rest of us 'til you're thrown beneath the bus.
When the Senate takes a leap, Obama has another creep
When we show the smallest slight, we're threatened with eternal blight
Twinkle twinkle little czar,
How I wonder what you are.
To the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb"
Barry had a little scam
Little scam, little scam,
Barry had a little scam,
His flock he sure did snow.
Everywhere that Barry'd vent,
Barry'd vent, Barry'd vent,
Everywhere that Barry'd vent
The flock was sure to go.
They followed him to polls one day
Polls one day, polls one day
they followed him to polls one day
Where New Black Panthers stood.
It made the parents scared to vote,
Scared to vote, scared to vote
It made the parents scared to vote
Against "O" from the Hood.
To the tune of "Ring Around the Rosey"
Ring around Pelosi
Don't get too cozy
Tea Party, Tea party
Bring her down!
(Written about the bubonic plague of the middle ages -- coincidence?)
To the tune of "The Itsy Bitsy Spider"
The pissy bitchy Marxists have a lot of clout,
Down came the vote and washed those insects out
Out came conservatives who stopped all the pain
But the pissy bitchy Marxists will try and try again.
To the tune of "Hickory Dickory Dock"
Hillary Billary Knock,
The Communist up the block
The clock struck one
The Dems are done
Hillary Billary Knock.
Hillary Billary Knock
Barry starts to rock
He lost his cool
The Clintons hope to rule
Hillary Billary Knock
To the cadence of "Simple Simon"
Simple Biden met a baker
Going to the fair
Says Simple Biden to the baker
Let me taste your ware
Says baker to Simple Biden
Show me you'll lower my tax
Says Simple Biden to the baker
On your neck will fall an ax.
To the tune of "Three Blind Mice"
Three blind Dems. Three blind Dems.
See how they run. See how they run.
Chucking and jiving and lyin' away
Voters and morons they're tryin' to sway
Three blind Dems
To the tune of "I'm a Little Tea Pot"
I'm a little Tea Party, short and smart
Fighting libs who have no heart.
I get steamed and show I'm patriotic
And point my spout at the idiotic.
I'm a little Tea Party, short and smart
Fighting libs who have no heart
To the tune of "Pop Goes the Weasel"
Half a mind to protest the Libs
Who govern us with needles
Come November we're gonna say
Pop go the weasels.
And unless it's been used before, right after the tune is over bond it to the kids with this little ditty.
Hmmmm� Hmmmmm� HMMMMM!
Peasant Nation... Thanks Judi!
A Nation of Peasants?
By Victor Davis Hanson
http://www.JewishWorldReview.com
Traditional peasant societies believe in only a limited good. The more your neighbor earns, the less someone else gets. Profits are seen as a sort of theft. They must be either hidden or redistributed. Envy rather than admiration of success reigns.
In contrast, Western civilization began with a very different ancient Greek idea of an autonomous citizen, not an indentured serf or subsistence peasant. The small, independent landowner -- if left to his own talents and if his success was protected by, and from, government -- would create new sources of wealth for everyone. The resulting greater bounty for the poor soon trumped their old jealousy of the better off.
Citizens of ancient Greece and Italy soon proved more prosperous and free than either the tribal folk to the north and west, or the imperial subjects to the south and east. The success of later Western civilization in general, and America in particular, is testament to this legacy of the freedom of the individual in the widest political and economic sense
We seem to be forgetting that lately -- though Mao Zedong's redistributive failures in China, or present-day bankrupt Greece, should warn us about what happens when government tries to enforce an equality of result rather than of opportunity.
Even after the failure of statism at the end of the Cold War, the disasters of socialism in Venezuela and Cuba, and the recent financial meltdowns in the European Union, for some reason America is returning to a peasant mentality of a limited good that redistributes wealth rather than creates it. Candidate Obama's "spread the wealth" slip to Joe the Plumber simply was upgraded to President Obama's "I do think at a certain point you've made enough money."
The more his administration castigates insurers, businesses and doctors; raises taxes on the upper income brackets; and creates more regulations, the more those who create wealth are sitting out, neither hiring nor lending. The result is that traditional self-interested profit-makers are locking up trillions of dollars in unspent cash rather than using it to take risks and either lose money due to new red tape or see much of their profit largely confiscated through higher taxes.
No wonder that in such a climate of fear and suspicion, unemployment remains near 10 percent. Deficits chronically exceed $1 trillion per annum. And now the poverty rate has hit a historic high. We are all getting poorer in hopes that a few don't get richer.
The public is seldom told that 1 percent of taxpayers already pay 40 percent of the income taxes collected, while 40 percent of income earners are exempt from federal income tax -- or that present entitlements like Medicare and Social Security are financially unsustainable. Instead, they hear more often that those who managed to scheme to make above $250,000 per year have obligations to the rest of us to give back about 60 percent of what they earn in higher health care and income taxes -- together with payroll and rising state income taxes, and along with increased capital gains and inheritance taxes.
That limited-good mind-set expects that businesses will agree that they now make enough money and so have no need to pursue any more profits at the expense of others. Therefore, they will gladly still hire the unemployed and buy new equipment -- as they pay higher health care or income taxes to a government that knows far better how to redistribute their income to the more needy or deserving.
This peasant approach to commerce also assumes that businesses either cannot understand administration signals or can do nothing about them. So who cares that in the Chrysler bankruptcy settlement, quite arbitrarily the government put the unions in front of the legally entitled lenders?
Health insurers should not mind that Health and Human Services Secretary Kathleen Sebelius just warned them to keep their profits down and their mouths shut -- or face exclusion from health care markets.
I suppose that no corporation should worry that the government arbitrarily announced -- without benefit a law or court ruling -- that it wanted BP to put up $20 billion in cleanup costs for the Gulf spill.
What optimistic Americans used to call a rising tide that lifts all boats is now once again derided as trickle-down economics. In other words, a newly peasant-minded America is willing to become collectively poorer so that some will not become wealthier.
The present economy suggests that it is surely getting its wish.
By Victor Davis Hanson
http://www.JewishWorldReview.com
Traditional peasant societies believe in only a limited good. The more your neighbor earns, the less someone else gets. Profits are seen as a sort of theft. They must be either hidden or redistributed. Envy rather than admiration of success reigns.
In contrast, Western civilization began with a very different ancient Greek idea of an autonomous citizen, not an indentured serf or subsistence peasant. The small, independent landowner -- if left to his own talents and if his success was protected by, and from, government -- would create new sources of wealth for everyone. The resulting greater bounty for the poor soon trumped their old jealousy of the better off.
Citizens of ancient Greece and Italy soon proved more prosperous and free than either the tribal folk to the north and west, or the imperial subjects to the south and east. The success of later Western civilization in general, and America in particular, is testament to this legacy of the freedom of the individual in the widest political and economic sense
We seem to be forgetting that lately -- though Mao Zedong's redistributive failures in China, or present-day bankrupt Greece, should warn us about what happens when government tries to enforce an equality of result rather than of opportunity.
Even after the failure of statism at the end of the Cold War, the disasters of socialism in Venezuela and Cuba, and the recent financial meltdowns in the European Union, for some reason America is returning to a peasant mentality of a limited good that redistributes wealth rather than creates it. Candidate Obama's "spread the wealth" slip to Joe the Plumber simply was upgraded to President Obama's "I do think at a certain point you've made enough money."
The more his administration castigates insurers, businesses and doctors; raises taxes on the upper income brackets; and creates more regulations, the more those who create wealth are sitting out, neither hiring nor lending. The result is that traditional self-interested profit-makers are locking up trillions of dollars in unspent cash rather than using it to take risks and either lose money due to new red tape or see much of their profit largely confiscated through higher taxes.
No wonder that in such a climate of fear and suspicion, unemployment remains near 10 percent. Deficits chronically exceed $1 trillion per annum. And now the poverty rate has hit a historic high. We are all getting poorer in hopes that a few don't get richer.
The public is seldom told that 1 percent of taxpayers already pay 40 percent of the income taxes collected, while 40 percent of income earners are exempt from federal income tax -- or that present entitlements like Medicare and Social Security are financially unsustainable. Instead, they hear more often that those who managed to scheme to make above $250,000 per year have obligations to the rest of us to give back about 60 percent of what they earn in higher health care and income taxes -- together with payroll and rising state income taxes, and along with increased capital gains and inheritance taxes.
That limited-good mind-set expects that businesses will agree that they now make enough money and so have no need to pursue any more profits at the expense of others. Therefore, they will gladly still hire the unemployed and buy new equipment -- as they pay higher health care or income taxes to a government that knows far better how to redistribute their income to the more needy or deserving.
This peasant approach to commerce also assumes that businesses either cannot understand administration signals or can do nothing about them. So who cares that in the Chrysler bankruptcy settlement, quite arbitrarily the government put the unions in front of the legally entitled lenders?
Health insurers should not mind that Health and Human Services Secretary Kathleen Sebelius just warned them to keep their profits down and their mouths shut -- or face exclusion from health care markets.
I suppose that no corporation should worry that the government arbitrarily announced -- without benefit a law or court ruling -- that it wanted BP to put up $20 billion in cleanup costs for the Gulf spill.
What optimistic Americans used to call a rising tide that lifts all boats is now once again derided as trickle-down economics. In other words, a newly peasant-minded America is willing to become collectively poorer so that some will not become wealthier.
The present economy suggests that it is surely getting its wish.
Torture? Really!... Thanks Sonny!
Sonny,
o is the most diabolical contrivance to reach American soil. This man must have experienced the sadness of torture similar to what our Lord experienced.
From: ramey hoskins
To: Undisclosed-Recipient:;
Sent: Wednesday, September 22, 2010 19:47
Subject: Fw: Torture? Really?
Thanks to Ray, I don't think this man is real fond of our President:
I got shot down over N Vietnam in 1967, a Sqdn. Commander. After I returned in 1973...I published 2 books that dealt a lot with "real torture" in Hanoi. Our make-believe president is branding our country as a bunch of torturers when he has No idea what torture is.
As for me, I was put thru a mock execution because I would not respond.. Pistol whipped on the head.... same event.. Couple of days later... Hung by my feet all day. I escaped and a couple of weeks later, I got Shot and recaptured. Shot was OK... what happened afterwards was not. They marched me to Vinh... put me in the rope trick, trick... almost Pulled my arms out of the sockets. Beat me on the head with a Little wooden rod until my eyes were swelled shut, and my unshot, unbroken hand a pulp. Next day hung me by the arms... rebroke my right wrist... wiped out the nerves in my arms that control the hands.... rolled my fingers up into a ball. Only left the slightest movement of my forefinger. So I started answering with some incredible lies. Sent me to Hanoi strapped to a barrel of gas in the back of a truck. Hanoi... on my knees.... rope trick again. Beaten by a big fool. Into leg irons on a bed in Heartbreak Hotel. Much kneeling--hands up at Zoo. Really bad beating for refusing to condemn Lyndon Johnson. Several more kneeling events. I could see my knee bone thru Kneeling holes. There was an escape from the annex to the Zoo. I was the Senior Officer of a large building because of escape they started a mass Torture of all commanders.
I think it was July 7, 1969... they started beating me with a car fanbelt. In the first 2 days I took over 300 strokes... then stopped counting because I never thought I would live thru it. They continued day-night torture to get me to confess to a non-existent part in the escape. This went on for at least 3 days. On my knees... fan belting... cut open my scrotum with fan belt stroke. Opened up Both knee holes again. My fanny looked like hamburger... I could not lie on my back. They tortured me into admitting that I was in on the escape... and that my 2 room-mates knew about it. The next day I denied the lie. They commenced torturing me again with 3- 6- or 9-strokes of the fan belt everyday from about July 11 or 12th… to 14 October 1969. I continued to refuse to lie about my roommates again. Now, the point of this is that our make-believe President has declared to the world that we (U.S.) are a bunch of torturers... Thus it will be OK to torture us next time when they catch us... because that is what the U.S. Does. Our make-believe President is a know-nothing fool who thinks that pouring a little water on some one's face, or hanging a pair of women's pants over an Arabs head,is TORTURE... He is a meathead. I just talked to MOH holder, Leo Thorsness, who was also in my squadron, in jail... as was John McCain... and we agree that McCain does not speak for the POW group when he claims that Al Gharib was Torture... or that "water boarding" is torture.
Our president and those fools around him who keep bad mouthing our great country are a disgrace to the United States. Please pass his info on to Sean Hannity. He is free to use it to point out the Stupidity of the claims that water boarding...which has no after Effect...is torture. If it got the Arab to cough up the story about how he planned the attack on the twin towers in NYC... Hurrah for the guy who poured the water.
____________________________________________________________________
"Bud" Day, Medal Of Honor Recipient
George Everett "Bud" Day (born February 24, 1925) is a retired
U.S. Air Force Colonel and Command Pilot who served during the
Vietnam War. He is often cited as being the most decorated U.S.
Service member since General Douglas MacArthur, having
Received some seventy decorations, a majority for actions
In combat. Day is a recipient of the Medal of Honor.
--------------
Please pass on to your
Family and friends
o is the most diabolical contrivance to reach American soil. This man must have experienced the sadness of torture similar to what our Lord experienced.
From: ramey hoskins
To: Undisclosed-Recipient:;
Sent: Wednesday, September 22, 2010 19:47
Subject: Fw: Torture? Really?
Thanks to Ray, I don't think this man is real fond of our President:
I got shot down over N Vietnam in 1967, a Sqdn. Commander. After I returned in 1973...I published 2 books that dealt a lot with "real torture" in Hanoi. Our make-believe president is branding our country as a bunch of torturers when he has No idea what torture is.
As for me, I was put thru a mock execution because I would not respond.. Pistol whipped on the head.... same event.. Couple of days later... Hung by my feet all day. I escaped and a couple of weeks later, I got Shot and recaptured. Shot was OK... what happened afterwards was not. They marched me to Vinh... put me in the rope trick, trick... almost Pulled my arms out of the sockets. Beat me on the head with a Little wooden rod until my eyes were swelled shut, and my unshot, unbroken hand a pulp. Next day hung me by the arms... rebroke my right wrist... wiped out the nerves in my arms that control the hands.... rolled my fingers up into a ball. Only left the slightest movement of my forefinger. So I started answering with some incredible lies. Sent me to Hanoi strapped to a barrel of gas in the back of a truck. Hanoi... on my knees.... rope trick again. Beaten by a big fool. Into leg irons on a bed in Heartbreak Hotel. Much kneeling--hands up at Zoo. Really bad beating for refusing to condemn Lyndon Johnson. Several more kneeling events. I could see my knee bone thru Kneeling holes. There was an escape from the annex to the Zoo. I was the Senior Officer of a large building because of escape they started a mass Torture of all commanders.
I think it was July 7, 1969... they started beating me with a car fanbelt. In the first 2 days I took over 300 strokes... then stopped counting because I never thought I would live thru it. They continued day-night torture to get me to confess to a non-existent part in the escape. This went on for at least 3 days. On my knees... fan belting... cut open my scrotum with fan belt stroke. Opened up Both knee holes again. My fanny looked like hamburger... I could not lie on my back. They tortured me into admitting that I was in on the escape... and that my 2 room-mates knew about it. The next day I denied the lie. They commenced torturing me again with 3- 6- or 9-strokes of the fan belt everyday from about July 11 or 12th… to 14 October 1969. I continued to refuse to lie about my roommates again. Now, the point of this is that our make-believe President has declared to the world that we (U.S.) are a bunch of torturers... Thus it will be OK to torture us next time when they catch us... because that is what the U.S. Does. Our make-believe President is a know-nothing fool who thinks that pouring a little water on some one's face, or hanging a pair of women's pants over an Arabs head,is TORTURE... He is a meathead. I just talked to MOH holder, Leo Thorsness, who was also in my squadron, in jail... as was John McCain... and we agree that McCain does not speak for the POW group when he claims that Al Gharib was Torture... or that "water boarding" is torture.
Our president and those fools around him who keep bad mouthing our great country are a disgrace to the United States. Please pass his info on to Sean Hannity. He is free to use it to point out the Stupidity of the claims that water boarding...which has no after Effect...is torture. If it got the Arab to cough up the story about how he planned the attack on the twin towers in NYC... Hurrah for the guy who poured the water.
____________________________________________________________________
"Bud" Day, Medal Of Honor Recipient
George Everett "Bud" Day (born February 24, 1925) is a retired
U.S. Air Force Colonel and Command Pilot who served during the
Vietnam War. He is often cited as being the most decorated U.S.
Service member since General Douglas MacArthur, having
Received some seventy decorations, a majority for actions
In combat. Day is a recipient of the Medal of Honor.
--------------
Please pass on to your
Family and friends
You must read thsi story... Thanks Judi Cole!
Subject: You must read this story
More than 21 years ago, she and her husband, Bob, were serving as
missionaries to the Philippines and praying for a fifth child. Pam
contracted amebic dysentery, an infection of the intestine caused by
a parasite found in a contaminated food or drink. She entered into a
coma and was treated with strong antibiotics before they discovered
she was pregnant. Doctors urged her to abort the baby for her own
safety and told her that the medicines had caused irreversible damage
to her baby. She refused the abortion and cited her Christian faith as
the reason for her hope that her son would be born without the
devastating disabilities physicians predicted.
The doctors "didn't think of it as a life, they thought of it as a
mass of fetal tissue," Pam said.
While pregnant, Pam nearly lost their baby four times but refused to
consider abortion. She recalled making a pledge to God with her
husband, "If you will give us a son, we'll name him 'Timothy,' and
we'll make him a preacher."
Pam ultimately spent the last two months of her pregnancy in bed and,
eventually, gave birth to a health baby boy August 14, 1987.
Pam's youngest son is indeed a preacher. He preaches in prisons, makes
hospital visits, and serves with his father's ministry in the
Philippines.
He also plays football. Pam's son is Tim Tebow.
Last year, the University of Florida's star quarterback, became the
first sophomore in history to win college football's highest award,
the Heisman Trophy. Tim's notoriety and the family's inspiring story
have given Pam numerous opportunities to speak on behalf of women's
centers across the country.
She was the keynote speaker at the Oct. 23, 2008, benefit banquet for
two Louisville ministries. A Woman's Choice Resource Center offers
such services as free pregnancy tests, post-abortion counseling,
adoption information, and material support. Necole's Place is a
companion ministry that provides support services for women in need.
Several Louisville-area Kentucky Baptist churches and Long Run Baptist
Association help support both ministries.
A Woman's Choice board chairman, John Schmitt, reported at the banquet
that in the 20 years since the resource center opened, 4,500 children
have been saved from abortion -- 400 in this year alone.
More than 21 years ago, she and her husband, Bob, were serving as
missionaries to the Philippines and praying for a fifth child. Pam
contracted amebic dysentery, an infection of the intestine caused by
a parasite found in a contaminated food or drink. She entered into a
coma and was treated with strong antibiotics before they discovered
she was pregnant. Doctors urged her to abort the baby for her own
safety and told her that the medicines had caused irreversible damage
to her baby. She refused the abortion and cited her Christian faith as
the reason for her hope that her son would be born without the
devastating disabilities physicians predicted.
The doctors "didn't think of it as a life, they thought of it as a
mass of fetal tissue," Pam said.
While pregnant, Pam nearly lost their baby four times but refused to
consider abortion. She recalled making a pledge to God with her
husband, "If you will give us a son, we'll name him 'Timothy,' and
we'll make him a preacher."
Pam ultimately spent the last two months of her pregnancy in bed and,
eventually, gave birth to a health baby boy August 14, 1987.
Pam's youngest son is indeed a preacher. He preaches in prisons, makes
hospital visits, and serves with his father's ministry in the
Philippines.
He also plays football. Pam's son is Tim Tebow.
Last year, the University of Florida's star quarterback, became the
first sophomore in history to win college football's highest award,
the Heisman Trophy. Tim's notoriety and the family's inspiring story
have given Pam numerous opportunities to speak on behalf of women's
centers across the country.
She was the keynote speaker at the Oct. 23, 2008, benefit banquet for
two Louisville ministries. A Woman's Choice Resource Center offers
such services as free pregnancy tests, post-abortion counseling,
adoption information, and material support. Necole's Place is a
companion ministry that provides support services for women in need.
Several Louisville-area Kentucky Baptist churches and Long Run Baptist
Association help support both ministries.
A Woman's Choice board chairman, John Schmitt, reported at the banquet
that in the 20 years since the resource center opened, 4,500 children
have been saved from abortion -- 400 in this year alone.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Girl Friends... Alma Holl
Thanks Alma!
Sam
GIRLFRIENDS
A group of 15 year old girlfriends discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View restaurant because they only had $6.00 between them and Jimmy Johnson, that cute boy in Social Studies, lives on that street and they might see him and they can ride their bikes there.
10 years later, the group of 25 year old girlfriends discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food was continental, the band was good, there was no cover and there were lots of cute guys.
10 years later, at 35 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the menu was varied, it was right near the gym and if they go late enough, there wouldn't be too many whiny little kids.
10 years later, at 45 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because there was free bread and the waiters there were handsome.
10 years later, at 55 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food there was reasonable, they had windows that open in case of a hot flash, and fish is good for your cholesterol.
10 years later, at 65 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because lighting was good and they have an early bird special.
10 years later, at 75 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because food was not too spicy, the restaurant was handicapped accessible and they even had an elevator!
10 years later, at 85 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before.
Sam
GIRLFRIENDS
A group of 15 year old girlfriends discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View restaurant because they only had $6.00 between them and Jimmy Johnson, that cute boy in Social Studies, lives on that street and they might see him and they can ride their bikes there.
10 years later, the group of 25 year old girlfriends discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food was continental, the band was good, there was no cover and there were lots of cute guys.
10 years later, at 35 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the menu was varied, it was right near the gym and if they go late enough, there wouldn't be too many whiny little kids.
10 years later, at 45 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because there was free bread and the waiters there were handsome.
10 years later, at 55 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food there was reasonable, they had windows that open in case of a hot flash, and fish is good for your cholesterol.
10 years later, at 65 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because lighting was good and they have an early bird special.
10 years later, at 75 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because food was not too spicy, the restaurant was handicapped accessible and they even had an elevator!
10 years later, at 85 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before.
Slightly risque! But Lyle is like that... Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Sam Kegley
To: M Shover
Sent: Tuesday, September 21, 2010 12:13
Subject: Re: Fwd: Fw: Italian Bread
Lyle,
We are anxious to learn about Martha, but your joke reminds me of a favorite story from our friend Emma Mills Clark of New Boston, Ohio.
A lot of the steel mill workers in NB were LEGAL immigrants from many ethnic groups. An older gentleman visited Dr. Mills, Emma's dad, and asked for help. Doc saw that the fellow was constipated and gave him a mild laxative and told him to try and return if he had problems. In a couple of days the Italian gentleman with little knowledge of English returned and Doc learned that he still had problems. Doc increased the medicinal strength and gave the man the same instructions. The fellow returned again and Doc said: Gosh man, haven't you shit yet?
"Shitta!, Shitta!, Shitta!, thas all I been a'doin'!"
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: M Shover
To: Anna/Bill Herbert ; Dwaine/Norma Straight ; Fred/Diane Rowe ; Jim Baker ; joanne nolff ; john h decarlo ; Nancy Hawkins ; Paul/Carol Huddle ; Red Hass ; Sam Kegley ; Tom Fawcett
Sent: Tuesday, September 21, 2010 11:21
Subject: Fw: Fwd: Fw: Italian Bread
----- Forwarded Message ----
From: "Brw0607@aol.com"
To: buckeyemona@aim.com; clw0613@aim.com; ddoughcard@gmail.com; hira.brandenburg@gmail.com; lucytown1978@yahoo.com; Twoforgolf@aol.com; clw0613@yahoo.com
Sent: Mon, September 20, 2010 3:25:20 PM
Subject: Fwd: Fw: Italian Bread
Note: Forwarded message is attached.
In a message dated 9/20/2010 10:54:27 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time, katmoore@columbus.k12.oh.us writes:
Subject: Italian Bread
Two old guys, one 80 and one 87, were sitting on their usual park bench one morning.
The 87 year old had just finished his morning jog and wasn't even short of breath.
The 80 year old was amazed at his friend's stamina and asked him what he did to have so much energy.
The 87 year old said, "Well, I eat Italian bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you'll have great stamina with the ladies."
So, on the way home, 80 year old stops at the bakery. As he was looking around, the lady asked if he needed any help.
He said "Do you have any Italian bread?"
She said, "Yes, there's a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?"
He said, "I want 5 loaves."
She said, "My goodness, 5 loaves ... by the time you get to the 5th loaf, it'll be hard."
He replied, "I can't believe it, everybody knows about this but me."
From: Sam Kegley
To: M Shover
Sent: Tuesday, September 21, 2010 12:13
Subject: Re: Fwd: Fw: Italian Bread
Lyle,
We are anxious to learn about Martha, but your joke reminds me of a favorite story from our friend Emma Mills Clark of New Boston, Ohio.
A lot of the steel mill workers in NB were LEGAL immigrants from many ethnic groups. An older gentleman visited Dr. Mills, Emma's dad, and asked for help. Doc saw that the fellow was constipated and gave him a mild laxative and told him to try and return if he had problems. In a couple of days the Italian gentleman with little knowledge of English returned and Doc learned that he still had problems. Doc increased the medicinal strength and gave the man the same instructions. The fellow returned again and Doc said: Gosh man, haven't you shit yet?
"Shitta!, Shitta!, Shitta!, thas all I been a'doin'!"
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: M Shover
To: Anna/Bill Herbert ; Dwaine/Norma Straight ; Fred/Diane Rowe ; Jim Baker ; joanne nolff ; john h decarlo ; Nancy Hawkins ; Paul/Carol Huddle ; Red Hass ; Sam Kegley ; Tom Fawcett
Sent: Tuesday, September 21, 2010 11:21
Subject: Fw: Fwd: Fw: Italian Bread
----- Forwarded Message ----
From: "Brw0607@aol.com"
To: buckeyemona@aim.com; clw0613@aim.com; ddoughcard@gmail.com; hira.brandenburg@gmail.com; lucytown1978@yahoo.com; Twoforgolf@aol.com; clw0613@yahoo.com
Sent: Mon, September 20, 2010 3:25:20 PM
Subject: Fwd: Fw: Italian Bread
Note: Forwarded message is attached.
In a message dated 9/20/2010 10:54:27 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time, katmoore@columbus.k12.oh.us writes:
Subject: Italian Bread
Two old guys, one 80 and one 87, were sitting on their usual park bench one morning.
The 87 year old had just finished his morning jog and wasn't even short of breath.
The 80 year old was amazed at his friend's stamina and asked him what he did to have so much energy.
The 87 year old said, "Well, I eat Italian bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you'll have great stamina with the ladies."
So, on the way home, 80 year old stops at the bakery. As he was looking around, the lady asked if he needed any help.
He said "Do you have any Italian bread?"
She said, "Yes, there's a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?"
He said, "I want 5 loaves."
She said, "My goodness, 5 loaves ... by the time you get to the 5th loaf, it'll be hard."
He replied, "I can't believe it, everybody knows about this but me."
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