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

For Christian American readers of this blog:


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

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


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

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

Thanks Jack!

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











Monday, October 24, 2011

A bar tab to end all bar tabs ... Thanks Anon Ymous!

A bar tab to end all bar tabs




 I wouldn’t want to have to pay that tab.

Boston Bruin's ( the whole team) bar tab:


This is the Boston Bruins bar tab receipt after throwing themselves a celebration party for finally bringing the Stanley Cup back to Boston. Note that the party lasted only for 4 hours. In the comments below, check out the cost of 1 bottle of Midas champagne (only 6 in existence) and the tip.















The party continued over the weekend for the Stanley Cup champion Bruins, who tore it up at Shrine nightclub at Foxwoods Casino in Connecticut Saturday night.

When all was said and done, the Black and Gold racked up a four-hour bar tab that totalled $156,679.74, which included the now-famous $100,000.00 bottle of Ace of Spades "Midas" champagne, and a built-in tip of $24,869.80 for Danielle (the server whose name is on top of tab above), which we imagine she had to split up with a few other servers at Shrine. And our guess is the Bruins may not have noticed the built-in tip, and threw in a larger gratuity when the bill was paid.

The state of Connecticut took in nearly $7,500 in taxes on the night as well.

Shrine owners Ed Kane, Joe Kane, and Randy Greenstein hand-delivered the 30-liter "Midas" bottle, which is one of six in existence. The bottle was double the size of the 15-liter Ace of Spades brut that Dallas Mavericks owner Mark Cuban purchased for his team after its NBA championship a week ago.

Some other highlights on the Bruins tab from Shrine included 35 Jager Bombs totalling $525, 3 bottles of Captain Morgan at $300 each, 9 bottles of Goose MG at $600 a pop, 136 Bud Lights... and in case anyone was dehydrated, 67 bottles of Fiji water totalling $268.

The Globe's Names column filed this report: "Before anyone could sample the champagne, it had to be opened - and that proved difficult. Zdeno Chara tried, but the 6-foot-9 defenseman couldn't do it. Finally, after a few failed attempts, the cork was removed, and the champagne was poured into the Stanley Cup. Their thirst still not quenched, Chara, Shawn Thornton, and the rest of the Bruins then lifted the Cup to their mouths.

"Chara, wearing jeans and an Ed Hardy T-shirt, can actually dance, but no one kicked it like Brad Marchand and rookie Tyler Seguin, who spent much of the night on top of the bar, shirtless, and spritzing the crowd with champagne. They were occasionally joined by teammates, some of whom seemed to be using these postseason parties to perfect their Dougie, the dance made famous by Lil' Wil. Even the team's oldest player, 43-year-old Mark Recchi, jumped up on the bar and busted a move."

The "Midas" bottle, which was signed by every Bruins team member in attendance, will be on display at High Rollers at Foxwoods and will be raffled off at a later date to benefit the Bruins foundation.

So, so recyclable! Thanks for another diamond, Pat whitehead!

GOD IS NOT DEAD!  SamKat
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A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was "too crowded."



"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.


Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.



Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.



As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.


Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School."

For two years she had saved for this offering of love.


When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.

He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.

But the story does not end there...

A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.

When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.


Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.

Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250, 000.00--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.



When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up Temple Baptist Church , with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated.


Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.




In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, "Acres of Diamonds".



This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.

The boss explains "Wall Street" for us who have been employees

Thanks Ramey Hoskins!
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This covers it as well as anything I have read to date. Wish I could write this well.



This covers it as well as anything I have read to date. Wish I could write this well.










Friends and Family:







Please read and if you agree, send this far and wide. This letter enclosed is well written, well supported, and a pretty accurate portrayal of the current economic climate in America. With any luck, the voters of this nation who read this will wake up, smell the coffee and realize that this is their fight to win or lose, with their votes, come November 2012! I surely do not intend to waste mine!



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To All My Valued Employees:







There have been some rumblings around the office about the future of this company, and more specifically, your job. As you know, the economy has changed for the worse and presents many challenges. However, the good news is this: The economy doesn't pose a threat to your job.







What does threaten your job however, is the changing political landscape in this country. Of course, as your employer, I am forbidden to tell you whom to vote for - it is against the law to discriminate based on political affiliation, Race, creed, religion, etc.







Please vote who you think will serve your interests the best. However, let me tell you some little tidbits of fact which might help you decide what is in your best interest. First, while it is easy to spew rhetoric that casts employers against employees, you have to understand that for every business owner there is a back story.







This back story is often neglected and overshadowed by what you see and hear. Sure, you see me park my Mercedes outside. You've seen my big home at last year’s Christmas party. I'm sure all these flashy icons of luxury conjure up some idealized thoughts about my life. However, what you don't see is the back story.







I started this company 12 years ago. At that time, I lived in a 300 square foot studio apartment for 3 years. My entire living space was converted into an office so I could put forth 100% effort into building a company, which by the way, would eventually employ you.







My diet consisted of Ramen Pride noodles because every dollar I spent went back into this company. I drove a rusty Toyota Corolla with a defective transmission. I didn't have time to date. Often times, I stayed home on weekends, while my friends went out drinking and partying. In fact, I was married to my business -- hard work, discipline and sacrifice.







Meanwhile, my friends got jobs. They worked 40 hours a week and made a modest $50K a year and spent every dime they earned. They drove flashy cars and lived in expensive homes and wore fancy designer clothes. Instead of hitting the Nordstrom's for the latest hot fashion item, I was trolling through the Goodwill store extracting any clothing item that didn't look like it was birthed in the 70's.







My friends refinanced their mortgages and lived a life of luxury. I, however, did not. I put my time, my money and my life into a business with a vision that eventually, some day, I too, will be able to afford these luxuries my friends supposedly had.







So, while you physically arrive at the office at 9 am, mentally check in at about noon and then leave at 5 pm, I don't. There is no "off" button for me. When you leave the office, you are done and you have a weekend all to yourself. I unfortunately do not have that freedom. I eat, ****, and breathe this company every minute of the day. There is no rest. There is no weekend. There is no happy hour. Every day this business is attached to me like a 1-day-old baby.







You, of course, only see the fruits of that garden -- the nice house, the Mercedes, the vacations. You never realize the back story and the sacrifices I've made. Now, the economy is falling apart and I, the guy that made all the right decisions and saved his money, is supposed to bail-out all the people who didn't.







The people that overspent their paychecks suddenly feel entitled to the same luxuries that I earned and sacrificed a decade of my life for. Yes, business ownership has is benefits but the price I've paid is steep and not without wounds. Unfortunately, the cost of running this business, and employing you, is starting to eclipse the threshold of marginal benefit and let me tell you why:







I am being taxed to death and the government thinks I don't pay enough. I have state taxes, federal taxes, property taxes, sales and use taxes, payroll taxes, workers compensation taxes, unemployment taxes, taxes on taxes. I have to hire a tax man to manage all these taxes and then guess what? I have to pay taxes for employing him. Government mandates and regulations and all the accounting that goes with it, now occupy most of my time. On Oct 15th, I wrote a check to the U.S. Treasury for $288,000 for quarterly taxes. You know what my "stimulus" check was? Zero. Nada. Zilch.







The question I have is this: Who is stimulating the economy? Me, the guy who has provided 14 people good paying jobs and serves over 2,200,000 people per year with a flourishing business? Or, the single mother sitting at home pregnant with her fourth child waiting for her next welfare check?







Obviously, government feels the latter is the economic stimulus of this country. The fact is, if I deducted 50% of your paycheck you'd quit and you wouldn't work here. I mean, why should you? That's nuts. Who wants to get rewarded only 50% for their hard work? Well, I agree which is why your job is in jeopardy. Here is what many of you don't understand. To stimulate the economy you need to stimulate what runs the economy. Had the government suddenly mandated to me that I didn't need to pay taxes, guess what? Instead of depositing that $288,000 into the Washington black-hole, I would have hired more employees and generated substantial economic growth. My employees would have enjoyed the wealth of that tax cut in the form of promotions and better salaries. But you can forget it now.







When you have a comatose man on the verge of death, you don't defibrillate and shock his thumb thinking that will bring him back to life, do you? Or, do you defibrillate his heart? Business is at the heart of America and always has been. To restart it, you must stimulate it, not kill it. However, the power brokers in Washington prefer to cater to the unproductive segment of America rather than to the essential driver of the American economic engine.







Nothing could be further from the truth and this is the type of change you can keep. So where am I going with all this? It's quite simple. If any new taxes are levied on me or my company, my reaction will be swift and simple. I will fire you. I will fire your co-workers. You can then plead with the government to pay your mortgage, your SUV and your child's future. Frankly, it isn't my problem anymore. Then, I will close this company down, move to another country and retire.







You see, I'm done. I'm done with a country that penalizes the productive and gives to the unproductive. My motivation to work and to provide jobs will be destroyed, and with it will be my citizenship.







While tax cuts to 95% of America sounds great on paper, don't forget the back story: If there is no job, there is no income to tax. A tax cut on zero dollars is zero. So, when you make your decision to vote, ask yourself who understands the economics of business ownership and who doesn't? Whose policies will endanger your job? Answer those questions and you should know who might be the one capable of saving your job. While the media wants to tell you "It's the economy, Stupid" I'm telling you it isn't.







If you lose your job, it won't be at the hands of the economy; it will be at the hands of a political hurricane that swept through this country, steamrolled the Constitution, and will have changed its landscape forever. If that happens, you can find me in South Caribbean sitting on a beach, retired, and with no employees to worry about.







Signed,



Your boss,

SamKat on "Comments" section of the blog-

I checked a few of the comments this morning, of  which I have been far too neglectful.  Many are complimentary and a few are corrective and critical.  I appreciate both.

My opinions are like the cliche' "Bottoms- Everyone's got'em".  I respect your opinions. 

I have a little knowledge of English, a 'skosh' Japanese, Latin, and Esperanto. 

Thanks to each for stopping in to skegley.blogspot.com.

SamKat aka Sam Kegley

Winter Coming and Clay sends such a thoughtful message




The Farmer's Almanac is predicting a very cold winter.


It must be true because the squirrels are gathering NUTS.

Three of my friends have disappeared.

Are you O.K.?
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This is truly a thoughtful message from my good friend, Clay vice.

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