My Attorney ... Catholics and Protestants are united by Jesus Christ and God's Plan ... p90 SamKat Blog 2008 book

After living what I felt was a "decent" life, my time on earth came to the end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a courthouse. The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.

As I looked around I saw the "prosecutor." He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen. I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney, a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me, I felt I knew Him.

The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes. He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room. I couldn't take my eyes off of Him. As He took His seat behind the bench, He said, "Let us begin."

The prosecutor rose and said, "My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this man belongs in Hell." He proceeded to tell of lies I told, things I stole, and in the past when I cheated others. Satan told of other horrible perversions once in my life and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't look at anyone, even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins even I completely forgotten about. As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was equally upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not offering any form of defense at all. I know I was guilty of those things, but I did some good in my life — couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I'd done?

Satan finished with a fury and said, "This man belongs in Hell, he is guilty of all I have charged and there is not a person who can prove otherwise."

When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench. The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and beckoned Him to come forward. As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in His full splendor and majesty. I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior.

He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, "Hi, Dad," then He turned to address the court. "Satan was correct in saying this man sinned, I won't deny any of these allegations. And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this man deserves to be punished."

Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed, "However, I died on the cross so this person might have eternal life and he accepted Me as his Savior, so he is Mine."

My Lord continued with, "His name is written in the Book of Life and no one can snatch him from Me.. Satan still does not understand yet. This man is not to be given justice, but rather mercy."

As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said," There is nothing else that needs to be done. I've done it all.."

The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down. The following words bellowed from His lips... "This man is free The penalty for him was already paid in full. Case dismissed"

As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving, "I won't give up, I will win the next one."

I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to go next, "Have you ever lost a case?" Christ lovingly smiled and said, "Everyone that comes to Me and asks Me to represent them, receives the same verdict as you, "PAID IN FULL."

One Helluva Letter ... Thx Dr. Jim Ki and friends!

One helluva letter

 

 

 

 

LIKE IT OR NOT.  THIS MAN PUT HIS NAME AND PICTURE TO WHAT HE HAD TO SAY.

ONE HELL OF A LETTER!  Read This And Get Educated (He leaves no doubt how he feels...rather refreshing really)

                                           

by George Roof, Chief Master Sergeant, USAF (Retired)

                           Interesting Google Search on His Name

 http://www.truthorfiction.com /George-roof-presidents-ive- known/

 

Because I am a “lifer” in the military, I’ve seen the impact of a president more than many of you can imagine.  I enlisted with LBJ and saw just what a Democrat clusterflock was all about.  I went to Vietnam and saw how we were constantly and incessantly bombarded with micromanagement from Washington that got thousands of military people killed. I sometimes wonder if I’ll get to heaven, but if I go to hell, I’m sure I’ll still be a few hundred floors above that bastard Robert McNamara , LB Johnson, John Kerry, Jane Fonda, and yes, even the “hero” John McCain.

After Johnson “abdicated” rather than having his ass waxed, I lived through Nixon who was hawkish but allowed the generals (and there WERE a few real generals back then versus now) run the show.  Nixon was so out of touch that he never knew North Vietnam was about to surrender when the Paris Accord was presented.

Only God could help us after Gerald Ford was beaten by Jimmy 'Peanuts' Carter who’d been funded by Saudi money.  The military was turned into Section 8 and even the Whitehouse suffered the austerity.

 

Then the light began to shine and Ronald Reagan swept into the fray.  He not only loved the country and the military, they loved him back.  Esprit d’corps was off the scale during his presidency.  The Liberals were slowly turning into socialists, however, and about this time all the draft dodgers of the 1960’s who’d been given amnesty by Jimmy 'Peanuts' were turning out college graduates with degrees in socialism.

Bush 1 was an enigma from the CIA and though he never did much either way, he NEVER DID MUCH EITHER WAY.

 

Welcome to Bill Clinton.  Clinton spent most of his two terms wagging the dog and creating the 'Oral' Office, sending a bomber to blow up Quaddafi’s tent and killing a goat or two, while allowing the UN to set up the infamous Black Hawk Down situation.  He made history by becoming only the second president to be impeached.

I actually felt sorry for Bush 2.  He was doomed to infamy from the start.  He thought most of America was still the rah rah patriots of WWII when they were 'simply socialists' waiting to feed him to the sharks.

 

Then there came the Manchurian Candidate Obama with a faked (OK Democrats, let’s say “of questionable origin” to assuage your PC brains) birth certificate, who’d gotten a free ride through college under a foreign student exemption, and whose college records and complete life history had been 'sealed.'  (We know more about Thomas Jefferson’s bastard children than we do about Obama, Michelle , OR their two faked kids.) From his inaugural address, he slandered America and within days had begun to encourage dissention of the races as well as slandering police who “acted stupidly.”  That was mild to the crap that would come in doubling the national debt from what had been built by ALL THE PREVIOUS PRESIDENTS COMBINED, feeding us bullshit about how Muslims built this country, and nationalizing American industries.  Fueled by George Soros’ money and using the Air Force fleet as his personal charters, he appointed malcontents and traitors into positions of authority. He trashed the Constitution by installing “czars” (interesting he chose a title like that) to bypass Congressional authority.  By that time, Congress was completely corrupt on both sides of the aisle.  No one had balls to impeach this charlatan Obama.

Mysteriously, the lone outspoken conservative Supreme Court Justice Scalia suddenly dies in his sleep at an Obama pal’s hunting lodge and the Supreme Court is evenly split.  Finally, Congress shows some balls and rejects Obama’s Supreme Court Justice nomination.  The Libertards aren’t worried because the fix is in. Soros 'has paid' demonstrators to cause turmoil at 'all the Republican gatherings.'  Obama concedes that illegal aliens should vote as they won’t be prosecuted, and Soros-manufactured voting machines are caught switching votes in certain precincts  Hillary has cheated her way to the nomination and her lies are completely ignored by the brainwashed minions of sycophants who follow her.

But a shocking thing happened on the way to the forum.

 

Middle America had had enough and although the pollsters and the pipers tried to convince middle America not even to bother to vote, they were fed up with the denizens of the swamp.  It was time.  Florida was designated a “swing” state ignoring that all those old retirees living in St. Petersburg, and the fed up Cuban Americans of Miami weren’t interested in their platform.  Ohio and Pennsylvania , where coal production was blacklisted and where Obama had ridiculed them for “clinging to their Bibles and their guns,” lay awaiting this supposed “landslide” Hillary vote,..... and creamed it.

 

The Socialist world of the Democratic Party disintegrated.  An American who expressed unbridled love of country and respect for police, firemen, and military steamrolled across the heartland and the liberals realized their scheme was trashed. A CONSTITUTIONALIST would be nominated to the Supreme Court and if the old hag Ginsburg who’d claimed to retire if Trump were elected would actually retire and leave, the Supreme Court would have a massive majority of CONSTITUTIONALISTS for the next 40-50 years.

 

Now, the same party who’d ridiculed Trump on his comments about the election being rigged, started screaming that the election 'was' rigged.  They even advocated having the election repeated.  They created mobs that burned and pillaged, stopped traffic, threatened murder, battery and rape of Trump supporters, and became the anarchists that the socialist dream thrives upon.  They run like castrated pigs for safe zones and use diaper pins as their national symbol.

 

This is exactly what happens when political correctness takes over and participation trophies are awarded to everyone.  They can’t conceive how disgusting and subservient they have become....  Donald Trump may NOT be the best person for the job, but he’s such a welcome respite from the candy-assed whimps who’ve been running the swamp that it’s refreshing to see.  At the very least, Donald Trump derailed the Socialist train and bought us precious time.  If he only does half of what he’s promised, we’ll still be legions ahead of where Obama has dragged us.  Already countries who held us in contempt are lining up to be found in the favor of America.  Donald Trump has done more in his short time in the public eye..he prevented Hillary Clinton from becoming president!

 

So for you liberal lurkers and you half-assed fence-sitters, Tough Shit!  You had your big hurrah and now your party is over.  For you staunch Republicans in office, don’t gloat so much yourselves.  You’ve been put on notice by the American people that we’re fed up with ALL YOU BASTARDS and if you don’t start putting America first, you do so at your own peril.  You might want to buy a copy of George McGovern’s autobiography and see how shocking and humbling it can be for a professional politician to have to try to find legitimate work once he falls from grace. 

 

This election was pure, unadulterated AMERICAN.  Hillary got beaten and AMERICA WON THE ELECTION. You can claim he’s not “your president” all you want, but unless you 'forfeit' your American citizenship, ......

 

YES, HE IS YOUR PRESIDENT!!!!

 

Go cry a river some place they need water.

 

SEND THIS EMAIL TO OTHER AMERICANS YOU KNOW...

 

'In God We Trust'  Will be on every e-mail I send out from now on because, I don't want to lose our right to say it!.

 

My brother, Jim's, article for his former weekly newspaper, The Scioto Voice ... thx Jim

High Notes 11-02-2017

     Fifties recollections - Mound Park and more

     Harold Rhoten; Howard Rase; Victor Hockenheimer; The Sugar Bowl; Rase's Ashland Station; Mound Park Pharmacy; Henry B McKee; The Park Shoppe; John Holman; The Robert Cullen family; Herman and Richard Klitch...my early teenage years.

     In 1949 I turned ten-years of age.  I had inherited a Hawthorne bicycle, which had belonged to my brothers; Forest (Buddy), Sam, George, and finally I had the new opportunity to explore my neighborhood and beyond.  My aunt and uncle, Hazel and Bob Cullen contributed mightily to that bike.  I agreed to mow the Cullen's grass, and they agreed to buy me a new saddle for the bike.  That bike opened new horizons for me.  It made it possible for me to explore my surroundings, including Greenlawn Cemetery, and the Portsmouth Hilltop area.  

     I soon learned that Ernie and his son, Howard Rase owned and operated the Ashland Station at the corner of Hutchins and 17th Streets, across from the croquet courts at Mound Park.  That's where I would go to check and add air to my bike's balloon tires. Mound Park was unique in that it had croquet courts on that corner, and the corner of Hutchins and Grant Streets.  i can remember the northern-most courts, with their smooth sand base, were mostly used for Nuckle-down glass marble tournaments, a regular feature of public parks.    

     Harold Rhoten was a regular visitor at Rase's...he rode an unusual bicycle, with a normal sized rear tire, but a smaller front tire, which accommodated, an over-sized wire basket, built to hold a Newspaper route's hand-rolled papers, or other "freight".  Harold, or Rolty Bolts, as he was affectionately known by Lucy Hibbitts, was working as an apprentice machinist for the N & W Railroad in 1952, according to my Polk's City Directory for that year.  Another regular denizen, and later an employee at Rase's, was Victor Hockenheimer.  Victor and Howard Rase were neighbors...Victor lived at 1402 High Street, and Howard lived at 1410 Summit Street.

     Henry B. McKee, had a barber shop in the elevated room attached to the Mound Park Pharmacy.  Herman Klitch was a security officer at the New Boston Steel Mill, and the father of Richard (Dick) Klitch the amateur singles tennis champion for Ohio.  Dick came by that athletic ability honestly, because his father, taught him the elements of the sport, and their back-yard abutted the alley and the public tennis courts at Mound Park.  Park Shoppe lore had it that Klitch took on Bigler Ehrman, and beat him at tennis using a baseball bat, while "Biggy Bun" used a tennis racket.  Mr. Klitch was the coach of our "Grandview Cubs" summer league junior baseball team, and he sometimes would show up at the tennis courts, and hit tennis with me.  I've mentioned before that he used to play for a half hour or so before going to work a the steel mill

     John Holman, had the lawn mower and small engine repair shop in the buff brick building adjoining the Park Shoppe.  Later, John moved into The Washington House after it was converted to apartments for the elderly, and used to walk the streets of downtown Portsmouth.  You would see him regularly around the esplanade on Chillicothe Street. 

      Dick Klitch followed Portsmouth basketball coach Bill Rohr to Miami University to play for the basketball and tennis teams.  My brother Sam, Howard Rase and I drove to Huntington, W.Va to watch Klitch when Miami played Marshall.