Coil of Rage >>> Thanks Doug!

----You may not sleep tonight if you read this. Just food for thought!!!

Coil of Rage.
The character of any man is defined by how he treats his mother as the years pass .... need I say more about this person below other than there is no character, no integrity but there is a ton of attitude and arrogance that defines his shallow past and hollow future .... I rest my case..I bought and read Obama's book, Audacity of Hope. It was difficult to read considering his attitude toward us and everything American. Let me add a phrase he use to describe his attitude toward whites. He harbors a "COIL OF RAGE". His words not mine.

THIS IS OUR PRESIDENT -- HE'S RUNNING AGAIN, YOU KNOW! Is anyone out there awake?

Everyone of voting age should read these two books by him: Don't buy them, just get them from the library.

From Dreams From My Father:
"I ceased to advertise my mother's race at the age of 12 or 13, when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ingratiating myself to whites."

From Dreams From My Father :
"I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother's race."

From Dreams From My Father:
"There was something about her that made me wary, a little too sure of herself, maybe and white."

From Dreams >From My Father:
"It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names."

From Dreams From My Father:
"I never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didn't speak to my own. It was into my father's image, the black man, son of Africa , that I'd packed all the attributes I sought in myself: the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela."

And FINALLY ........... and most scary:

From Audacity of Hope:
"I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction."
If you have never forwarded an e- mail, now is the time to do so!!! We have someone with this mentality running our GREAT nation! Keep your eye on him and don't blink.

I don't care whether you are a Democrat, a Republican, a Conservative or a liberal, be aware of the attitude and character of this sitting President.

Why I forward things ... Thanks Bob L.!

-----Original Message-----

From: johnlooney@windstream.net

Sent: Monday, January 23, 2012 3:53 PM

To: skegley@columbus.rr.com

Subject: Fwd: Fwd: This explains why I forward stuff!!!

> This explains why I forward stuff:

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> An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his faithful dog along an unfamiliar road. The man was enjoying the new scenery, when he suddenly remembered dying, and realized that the dog beside him had been dead for years, as had his horse. Confused, he wondered what was happening, and where the trail was leading them.

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> After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch topped by a golden letter "H" that glowed in the sunlight.

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> Standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like gold.

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> He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. Parched and tired out by his journey, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'

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> 'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.

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> 'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.

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> 'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'

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> As the gate began to open, the cowboy asked, 'Can I bring my partners, too?'

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> 'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'

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> The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road and continued riding, his dog trotting by his side.

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> After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been closed. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

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> 'Excuse me,' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'

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> 'Sure, there's a pump right over there. Help yourself.'

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> 'How about my friends here?' the traveler gestured to the dog and his horse.

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> 'Of course! They look thirsty, too,' said the man.

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> The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with buckets beside it. The traveler filled a cup and the buckets with wonderfully cool water and took a long drink, as did his horse and dog.

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> When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still standing by the tree. 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.

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> 'This is Heaven,' he answered.

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> 'That's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'

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> 'Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold street and fake pearly gates? That's hell.'

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> 'Doesn't it make you angry when they use your name like that?'

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> 'Not at all. Actually, we're happy they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'

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> Sometimes, we wonder why friends forward things to us without writing a word. Maybe this explains it:

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> When you're busy, but still want to keep in touch, you can forward emails. When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in contact, you can forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't know exactly how, you can forward stuff.

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> A 'forward' lets you know that you're still remembered, still important, still cared about.

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> So the next time you get a 'forward', don't think of it as just another joke. Realize that you've been thought of today and that your friend on the other end just wanted to send you a smile.

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> PS: You're welcome at my watering hole anytime.

Expecting a traumatic election year in 2012

Expecting a traumatic election year:

I see a building up of a traumatic election year in 2012.

Last year, obama, Biden, and jesse jackson were instrumental in getting funding somewhere, probably mainly thruough international billionaire George Soros,  for the gullible Wall Street Occupiers to stage their protests.  It spread throughout the country and was accredited by them to be part of the world-wide protests.  Weather permitting those actions will return and accelerate.

ACORN will be active under the surface or above for o's reelection campaign.  This wrong negro person, created by nobody knows whom, can speak so well.  Cain would have been a far better choice, given so.  That would be fine if o were not so narcissistic and set upon the destruction of our Constitution and freedoms.  Also if he was not such a compulsive liar.

I am quite dismayed that the Tea Party has almost retreated from this important campaign.  They want more money from me, a retiree on a fixed income, except for my part time teaching.  My fellow middle class retirees are just getting by in this highly inflated depressed economy accelerated so much by o.  Real monied political America, should get behind  and support the Tea Party.

I theorize that real monied Republicans and Democrats back o more than any idea of the Tea Party.  Those monied and well positioned Non-representatives have been entirely scared by the voting public's 2010 voting.  It threatens their hold on our continued success as the American experiment.  We have been blessed more than we realized by our Christian heritage.  Thankfully, Christianity has shown such a well-reasoned tolerance of all religon in America.

I may scrape up a quarter or two for the Tea Party, but, in the meantime, it sickens me that so much money is spent in campaigning by both parties.  Surely, those monies would mean little to the horrendous public debt perpetrated upon our forebearers in this great experiment.  Please give to the Tea Party at the grass roots of America.  TEA means "Taxed Enough Already"! Those reps of ours want to dig into our retirement piles to the point that we may have to crawl to them and request food stamps.  Along with more than 47 million other American families, that also sicken me.

I support the Tea Party which wants:

Term limits

Freedom of religion

Tort Reform 

No new taxes

Riddance of the o czars

Energy independence

Freedom

Freedom

Freedom and a 

Strong National Security, 

etc.

I am an unashamed Christian Conservative and neither republican nor democrat.

SamKat aka Sam Kegley

Life's Special Moments ... thanks Judi !

This is exceptional, Judi!

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----- Original Message ----- -

The

Cab Ride

I arrived at the address and honked the horn.

after waiting a few minutes

I walked to the

door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a

frail, elderly voice. I could hear something

being dragged across the floor.

After

a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in

her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a

print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned

on it, like somebody out of a 1940's

movie.

By her side was a small nylon

suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had

lived in it for years. All the furniture was

covered with sheets.

There were no

clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils

on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard

box filled with photos and

glassware..

'Would you carry my bag

out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase

to the cab, then returned to assist the

woman.

She took my arm and we walked

slowly toward the curb.

She kept

thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I

told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers

the way I would want my mother to be

treated.'

'Oh, you're such a good

boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave

me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive

through downtown?'

'It's not the

shortest way,' I answered

quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she

said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a

hospice.

I looked in the rear-view

mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have

any family left,' she continued in a soft

voice.. 'The doctor says I don't have very

long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the

meter.

'What route would you like me

to take?' I asked.

For the next two

hours, we drove through the city. She showed me

the building where she had once worked as an

elevator operator.

We drove through the

neighborhood where she and her husband had lived

when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in

front of a furniture warehouse that had once

been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a

girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow

in front of a particular building or corner and

would sit staring into the darkness, saying

nothing.

As the first hint of sun was

creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm

tired. Let's go now'.

We drove in

silence to the address she had given me. It was

a low building, like a small convalescent home,

with a driveway that passed under a

portico.

Two orderlies came out to

the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were

solicitous and intent, watching her every move.

They must have been expecting her.

I

opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to

the door. The woman was already seated in a

wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?'

She asked, reaching into her

purse.

'Nothing,' I

said

'You have to make a living,' she

answered.

'There are other

passengers,' I responded.

Almost

without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She

held onto me tightly.

'You gave an

old woman a little moment of joy,' she

said

'Thank you.'

I squeezed her

hand, and then walked into the dim morning

light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound

of the closing of a life..

I didn't

pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove

aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that

day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had

gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient

to end his shift?

What

if I had refused to take the run, or had honked

once, then driven away?

On a quick

review, I don't think that I have done anything

more important in my life.

We're

conditioned to think that our lives revolve

around great moments.

But great

moments often catch us unaware-beautifully

wrapped in what others may consider a small

one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY

WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL

ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM

FEEL

You won't get any big surprise

in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But,

you might help make the world a little kinder

and more compassionate by sending.

it on and

reminding us that often it is the random acts of

kindness that most benefit all of

us.

Thank you, my

friend...

Life

may not be the party we hoped for, but while we

are here we might as well dance.