Acorn fined for election fraud in Nevada Radio this AM

610 radio in columbus had a report concerning Acorn's $5,000 fine for election fraud in 2008 about 8 this AM.  ACORN, o's greatest experience before government, was setting financial quotas for solicitors who were giving financial incentives for the voters they signed.  Of course, ACORN is now acting under other names.  o taught them to be really crooked and 'shifty'.

Sam

Well spoken American ... Thanks Clay Vice!

I know I LIKE THIS GUY








THINK THIS GUY HAS IT ALL COVERED.

I COULDN'T SPOT ANYTHING HE LEFT OUT.



I Am the Democratic, Republican Liberal-Progressive 's Worst Nightmare.

I am a White, Conservative, Tax-Paying, American Veteran, Gun Owning Biker. That�s me!

I am a Master Mason. I work hard and long hours with my hands to earn a living.



I believe in God and the freedom of religion, but I don't push it on others.

I ride Harley Davidson Motorcycles, and drive American-made cars, and I believe in

American products and buy them whenever I can.



I believe the money I make belongs to me and not some liberal governmental functionary,

Democratic or Republican, that wants to share it with others who don't work!



I'm in touch with my feelings and I like it that way!



I think owning a gun doesn't make you a killer; it makes you a smart American.



I think being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to

anything. Get over it!



I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac or any other item, you should do it in English.



I believe there should be no other language option.



I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to.



My heroes are Malcolm Forbes, Bill Gates, John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and Willie G. Davidson, who makes the awesome Harley Davidson Motorcycles.



I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.



I know wrestling is fake and I don't waste my time watching or arguing about it.



I've never owned a slave, nor was I a slave. I haven't burned any witches or been persecuted

by the Turks, and neither have you!



I believe if you don't like the way things are here, go back to where you came from and

change your own country!



This is AMERICA ...We like it the way it is and more so the way it was ...so stop trying to

change it to look like Russia or China , or some other socialist country!



If you were born here and don't like it... you are free to move to any Socialist country that will

have you. I believe it is time to really clean house, starting with the White House, the seat

of our biggest problems.



I want to know which church is it, exactly, where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches,

where he gets his money, and why he is always part of the problem and not the solution?



Can I get an AMEN on that one?



I also think the cops have the right to pull you over if you're breaking the law, regardless of

what color you are, but not just because you happen to ride a bike.



And, no, I don't mind having my face shown on my driver's license. I think it's good....

And I'm proud that 'God' is written on my money..



I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don't want you deciding who

should be running the most powerful nation in the world for the next four years.



I dislike those people standing in the intersections trying to sell me stuff or trying to guilt me

into making 'donations' to their cause.... Get a job and do your part to support yourself and

your family!



I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child, it takes two parents....



I believe 'illegal' is illegal no matter what the lawyers think!



I believe the American flag should be the only one allowed in AMERICA !



If this makes me a BAD American, then yes, I'm a BAD American.



If you are a BAD American too, please forward this to everyone you know...



We want our country back!



My Country..... I hope this offends all illegal aliens.



My great, great, great, great grandfather watched and bled as his friends died in the Revolution

& the War of 1812.

My great, great, great grandfather watched as his friends died in the Mexican American War.

My great, great grandfather watched as his friends & brothers died in the Civil War.

My great grandfather watched as his friends died in the Spanish-American War.

My grandfather watched as his friends died in WW I.

My father watched as his friends died in WW II.



I watched as my friends died in Vietnam , Panama & Desert Storm.

My son watched & bled as his friends died in Afghanistan and Iraq .

None of them died for the Mexican Flag.

Everyone died for the American flag.



Texas high school students raised a Mexican flag on a school flag pole,

other students took it down. Guess who was expelled...the students who took it down.



California high school students were sent home on Cinco de Mayo, because they wore

T-shirts with the American flag printed on them.



Enough is enough



This message needs to be viewed by every American; and every

American needs to stand up for America .



We've bent over to appease the America-haters long enough. I'm taking a stand.



I'm standing up because the hundreds of thousands who died fighting in wars for this country,

and for the American flag.



If you agree, stand up with me. If you disagree, please let me know.

I will gladly remove you from my e-mail list.



And shame on anyone who tries to make this a racist message.



AMERICANS, stop giving away Your RIGHTS !



Let me make this clear! THIS IS MY COUNTRY !



This statement DOES NOT mean I'm against immigration !



YOU ARE WELCOME HERE, IN MY COUNTRY, welcome to come legally:



1. Get a sponsor !



2. Learn the LANGUAGE, as immigrants have in the past !



3. Live by OUR rules !



4. Get a job !



5. Pay YOUR Taxes !



6. No Social Security until you have earned it and Paid for it !



7. NOW find a place to lay your head !



If you don't want to forward this for fear of offending someone,

then YOU'RE PART OF THE PROBLEM !



We've gone so far the other way . . . bent over backwards not to offend anyone.



Only AMERICANS seems to care when American Citizens are being offended !



WAKE UP America ! ! !



Made in the U S A & PROUD OF IT!!!!!

Twenty dollars

TWENTY DOLLARS






On their wedding night, the young bride

approached her new husband and asked





for $20.00 for their first lovemaking

encounter. In his highly aroused state,

her husband readily agreed. This scenario was repeated each time they made

love, for more than 40 years, with him thinking that it was a

cute way for her to afford new clothes and other incidentals that

she needed. Arriving home around noon one day, she was

surprised to find her husband in a very drunken state.

During the next few minutes, he explained that

his employer was going through a process of corporate

downsizing, and he had been let go.



It was unlikely that, at the age of 59, he'd be able to find

another position that paid anywhere near what

he'd been earning, and therefore, they were financially ruined.



Calmly, his wife handed him a bank book which

showed more than forty years of steady deposits and interest totaling

nearly $1 million. Then she showed him certificates of deposits issued

by the bank which were worth over $2 million,

and informed him that they were one of the largest depositors in the bank.



She explained that for more than

three decades she had 'charged' him for sex,

these holdings had multiplied and these were the

results of her savings and investments.



Faced with evidence of cash and investments

worth over $3 million, her husband was so astounded he could

barely speak, but finally he found his voice and blurted out,

'if I'd had any idea what you were doing,

I would have given you all my business!'



That's when she shot him.



You know, sometimes, men just don't know when

To keep their mouths shut







Women are like phones: They like to be held, talked to, and touched often.

But push the wrong button and your ass is disconnected!

Recession is hurting everybody ... thanks Lyle shover!

My neighbor got a pre-declined credit card in the mail.



Wives are having sex with their husbands because they can't afford

batteries.



CEO's are now playing miniature golf.



Exxon-Mobil laid off 25 Congressmen.



A stripper was killed when her audience showered her with rolls of pennies

while she danced.



I saw a Mormon with only one wife.



If the bank returns your check marked "Insufficient Funds," you call them

and ask if they meant you or them.



McDonald's is selling the 1/4 ouncer.



Angelina Jolie adopted a child from America.



Parents in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and learned their children's

names.



My cousin had an exorcism but couldn't afford to pay for it, and they

re-possessed her!



A truckload of Americans was caught sneaking into Mexico.



A picture is now only worth 200 words.



When Bill and Hillary travel together, they now have to share a room.



The Treasure Island casino in Las Vegas is now managed by Somali pirates.



And finally ...



I was so depressed last night thinking about the economy, wars, jobs, my

savings, Social Security, retirement funds, etc., I called the Suicide

Hotline. I got a call center in Pakistan, and when I told them I was

suicidal, they got all excited, and asked if I could drive a truck.

Gotta read this one ... Thanks Ramey Hoskins!

Weren't Winston and Julia George Orwell's main characters in "1984" back in 1950, Ramey?  Seems to fit my memory. 

Sam


Just gotta read this one!








"Winston, come into the dining room, it's time to eat," Julia yelled to her husband.



"In a minute, honey, it's a tie score," he answered.



Actually Winston wasn't very interested in the traditional holiday football game between Detroit and Washington. Ever since the government passed the Civility in Sports Statute of 2017, outlawing tackle football for its "unseemly violence" and the "bad example it sets for the rest of the world," Winston was far less of a football fan than he used to be.



Two-hand touch wasn't nearly as exciting. Yet it wasn't the game that Winston was uninterested in. It was more the thought of eating another Tofu Turkey. Even though it was the best type of Veggie Meat available after the government revised the American Anti-Obesity Act of 2018, adding fowl to the list of federally-forbidden foods, (which already included potatoes, cranberry sauce, and mincemeat pie), it wasn't anything like real turkey.



And ever since the government officially changed the name of "Thanksgiving Day" to "A National Day of Atonement" in 2020, to officially acknowledge the Pilgrims' historically brutal treatment of Native Americans, the holiday had lost a lot of its luster.



Eating in the dining room was also a bit daunting. The unearthly gleam of government-mandated fluorescent light bulbs made the Tofu Turkey look even weirder than it actually was, and the room was always cold.



Ever since Congress passed the Power Conservation Act of 2016, mandating all thermostats - which were monitored and controlled by the electric company - be kept at 68 degrees, every room on the north side of the house was barely tolerable throughout the entire winter.



Still, it was good getting together with family. Or at least most of the family. Winston missed his mother, who passed on in October, when she had used up her legal allotment of life-saving medical treatment.







He had had many heated conversations with the Regional Health Consortium, spawned when the private insurance market finally went bankrupt, and everyone was forced into the government health care program. And though he demanded she be kept on her treatment, it was a futile effort.



"The RHC's resources are limited," explained the government bureaucrat Winston spoke with on the phone. "Your mother received all the benefits to which she was entitled. I'm sorry for your loss."



Ed couldn't make it either. He had forgotten to plug in his electric car last night, the only kind available after the Anti-Fossil Fuel Bill of 2021 outlawed the use of the combustion engines - for everyone but government officials.



The fifty mile round trip was about ten miles too far, and Ed didn't want to spend a frosty night on the road somewhere between here and there.



Thankfully, Winston's brother, John, and his wife were flying in.



Winston made sure that the dining room chairs had extra cushions for the occasion. No one complained more than John about the pain of sitting down so soon after the government-mandated cavity searches at airports, which severely aggravated his hemorrhoids.



Ever since a terrorist successfully smuggled a cavity bomb onto a jetliner, the TSA told Americans the added "inconvenience" was an "absolute necessity" in order to stay "one step ahead of the terrorists."



Winston's own body had grown accustomed to such probing ever since the government expanded their scope to just about anywhere a crowd gathered, via Anti-Profiling Act of 2022.



That law made it a crime to single out any group or individual for "unequal scrutiny," even when probable cause was involved. Thus, cavity searches at malls, train stations, bus depots, etc., etc, had become almost routine.



Almost.



The Supreme Court is reviewing the statute, but most Americans expect a Court composed of six progressives and three conservatives to leave the law intact.



"A living Constitution is extremely flexible," said the Court's eldest member, Elena Kagan. "Europe has had laws like this one for years. We should learn from their example," she added.



Winston's thoughts turned to his own children. He got along fairly well with his 12-year-old daughter, Brittany, mostly because she ignored him. Winston had long ago surrendered to the idea that she could text anyone at any time, even during Atonement Dinner. Their only real confrontation had occurred when he limited her to 50,000 texts a month, explaining that was all he could afford. She whined for a week, but got over it.



His 16-year-old son, Jason, was another matter altogether Perhaps it was the constant bombarding he got in public school that global warming, the bird flu, terrorism, or any of a number of other calamities were "just around the corner," but Jason had developed a kind of nihilistic attitude that ranged between simmering surliness and outright hostility.



It didn't help that Jason had reported his father to the police for smoking a cigarette in the house, an act made criminal by the Smoking Control Statute of 2018, which outlawed smoking anywhere within 500 feet of another human being. Winston paid the $5,000 fine, which might have been considered excessive before the American dollar became virtually worthless as a result of QE13.



The latest round of Quantitative Easing the federal government initiated was, once again, to "spur economic growth." This time, they promised to push unemployment below its years-long rate of 18%, but Winston was not particularly hopeful.



Yet the family had a lot for which to be thankful, Winston thought, before remembering it was a Day of Atonement. At least, he had his memories.



He felt a twinge of sadness when he realized his children would never know what life was like in the Good Old Days, long before government promises to make life "fair for everyone" realized their full potential. Winston, like so many of his fellow Americans, never realized how much things could change when they didn't happen all at once, but little by little, so people could get used to them. He wondered what might have happened if the public had stood up while there was still time, maybe back around 2011, when all the real nonsense began.



"Maybe we wouldn't be where we are today if we'd just said 'enough is enough' when we had the chance," he thought.



Maybe so, Winston. Maybe so.

1940's, very well done.

This is interesting to watch

Click on "The 1940s"  It advances automatically. 
The 1940s 
http://oldfortyfives.com/decadeofthe1940s.html


Re- Decade of the forties- SamKat



Monday, August 8, 2011

Re- The Decade of the forties ... Thanks Sonny Hoskins!

Labels Forties, Patriotism

Glad you are back, Sonny! There are a lot of vivid memories for us. Jeanie became ten and I became eight in 1940. President Roosevelt's Pearl Harbor message was so etched into our minds. My brother, George, four and a half years younger, probably only remembers the post war years. The five additional Kegley kids born after George remember lilltle of the 40's although Jim and Mary Lou were born in the late decade. Dad (Forest E.) and mom (Mary eleanor),Ted, who was a heroic medic in Europe, Joan, Forest, Jr. (Bud) and Mary Lou are now deceased. Bud and I were non-combat veterans of cold war and Korean draft vintage.









That is why we older ones tend to the conservative side of today's politics. The USA had become a sleeping giant in regards to preparation for war. Our factories were certainly not in full production all over the country, but they quickly became active and women were making guns and goods for the active service people. Rationing for civilians occurred so as to support our troops overseas. Rubber was difficult to get from Indonesia, tin was tough to acquire to plate steel cans for food, etc.







I tutor young people today at Columbus State Community College. The ones I tutor, many are immigrants, have poor preparation from their earlier experiences, but most are eager to make the grades in a subject they dread in a large way. I am impressed that they too could rise to become proud of this country God has blessed above all others. The war and post war years of the forties and fifties had so much patriotism among us, anti Americanism was just not to be tolerated.







Tolerance and freedom were won through that war's efforts by Americans, but many subsequent wars have been more politically incited in my estimation. We would NOT have tolerated so many indignant foreigners during and immediately after that war.







I am so happy my sons avoided a draft, although lotteries were not as fair as the actual draft involving all able-bodied men. Women entered service later and have become so important in America's defense.







Ah, friend, you have brought a melancholy strand of thought. Brother George will love best the 1946 Hudson in the video. We had one about 1950. New cars were not becoming available so soon after the war. Dad loved the Hudson cars!



Thanks Mr. Hoskins!



Sam Kegley

The pickle jar ... Thanks Bob Looney!

*The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on *


*The floor beside the dresser in my parents' *

*bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty *

*his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.*



*As a small boy, I was always fascinated at the sounds*

*the coins made as they were dropped into the jar**. **They *

*landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost *

*empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud *

*as the jar was filled. *



*I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar to admire *

*the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's *

*treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom *

*window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the *

*kitchen table** a**nd roll the coins before taking them to *

*the bank. *



*Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. *

*Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were *

*placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.*



*Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would *

*look at me hopefully. 'Those coins are going to keep you *

*out of the textile mill, son. You're going to do better than *

*me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back.' *



*Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled *

*coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, *

*he would grin proudly. 'These are for my son's college *

*fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me.' *



*We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping *

*for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad *

*always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream *

*parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the *

*few coins nestled in his palm. 'When we get home, *

*we'll start filling the jar again.' He always let me drop *

*the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around *

*with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other.. *

*'You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and *

*quarters,' he said. 'But you'll get there; I'll see to that.'** *



*No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued *

*to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer *

*when Dad got laid off from the mill,and Mama had to *

*serve dried beans several times a week, not a single *

*dime was taken from the jar. *



*To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, *

*pouring catsup over my beans to make them more *

*palatable, he became more determined than ever to *

*make a way out for me 'When you finish college, Son,' *

*he told me, his eyes glistening, 'You'll never have to *

*eat beans again - unless you want to.' *



*The years passed, and I finished college and took a *

*job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, *

*I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that *

*the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose *

*and had been removed. *



*A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside *

*the dresser where the jar had always stood.. My dad *

*was a man of few words: he never lectured me on the *

*values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The *

*pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more *

*eloquently than the most flowery of words could have *

*done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the *

*significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my *

*life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than *

*anything else, how much my dad had loved me. *



*The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, *

*we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom *

*and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns *

*cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper *

*softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. 'She probably *

*needs to be changed,' she said, carrying the baby into my *

*parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back *

*into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes. *



*She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand *

*and leading me into the room. 'Look,' she said softly, her *

*eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. *

*To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, *

*stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with *

*coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my *

*pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of *

*emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I *

*looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped *

*quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was *

*feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could *

*speak. *



*This truly touched my heart. Sometimes we are so busy *

*adding up our troubles that we forget to count our *

*blessings.Never underestimate the power of your actions. *

*With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for *

*better or for worse. *



*God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another *

*in some way. Look for GOOD in others.. *



*The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or *

*touched - they must be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller *



*- Happy moments, praise God. *

*- Difficult moments, seek God. *

*- Quiet moments, worship God. *

*- Painful moments, trust God. *

*- Every moment, thank God. *



*Pass this message to seven people except *

*you and me. You will receive a miracle *

*tomorrow - don't question..(just do it)*



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