Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
http://bit.ly/gK2x53 - Sudanese woman beaten for wearing pants under Sharia edict, while apes laughingly [cont.]
look on. Can you imagine if she had been topless?! Conclusive evidence that some species did evolve from apes but they aren't quite there yet. And some idiots in this country defend this lifestyle. Maybe a few good beatings would change their collective minds. On the other hand, they may like it [BDSM]
RT @FloridaJayhawk: If you are black and feel oppressed then send your money to Jesse Jackson or Al [cont.]
Sharpton. They will feel your pain and blow your money!
RT @esqcapades: RT @iowahawkblog: How to tell if your mayor is an idiot: he's too busy removing salt from [cont.]
your snacks to remove snow from your street.
http://bit.ly/gZ1oUX Who Owns the Future? This has been a passion of mine since I conducted/managed a [cont.]
Governor's Office Study on the matter in 1981. It caught fire when introduced to the Southern Governors' Assn., then the Nat'l Governors' Assn. In the article above, we spend more per pupil than any nation but Luxembourg and what did we get: "America ranked 14th in reading, 17th in science and 25th in math, producing the familiar quack-quack." What we found was the funding for education was upside-down. The state to local ratio of funding had reversed in a short time and was now 2:1 state to local funding and worse, the Federal $ spent was fast encroaching upon the rate of local funding. This was a disaster in the making. I hesitate to even look at the ratios presently--it would likely be disheartening. This is not some quack ultra conservative spin on the subject--it points to exactly what we saw coming, especially in the South, in 1981. The results of this disaster in the making were easily predictable. For starters, we must reverse the local : state funding ratio, post haste, AND abolish the U.S. Department of Education immediately. If that is not done, you can just forget about our "education" system AND the results will be equally predictable.
RT @blakehalltexas: http://bit.ly/fVQMub [EXCELLENT ARTICLE-A MUST READ!] Very interesting perspective [cont.]
on the US education system, even though will be pegged as politically incorrect.
DADT>HSBO: Said Adm. Worthington: "It just depends on how they comport themselves. If they start breaking [cont.]
out the bows and the earrings in the barracks, that might cause a little trouble. | Ya think?! Brutally honest or prescient?
Monday, December 27, 2010
http://bit.ly/gK2x53 - Sudanese woman beaten for wearing pants under Sharia edict, while apes laughingly [cont.]
look on. Can you imagine if she had been topless?! Conclusive evidence that some species did evolve from apes but they aren't quite there yet. And some idiots in this country defend this lifestyle. Maybe a few good beatings would change their collective minds. On the other hand, they may like it [BDSM]
10 blue states lost 12 congressional seats 2 red states; add 2 that, gerrymandering, state-house control, [cont.]
governors [THE Political Boss in each state] and that spells, Obama & Democratic Senate are GONE! They know it too :-)
Sunday, December 26, 2010
The 12th Imam came, had some Smithfield ham, fine Bourbon, a big Doobie and decided he'd just go back [cont.]
to his well-trained 72 goats. Eat, drink & be merry!
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
I don't need some DUMBA$$ bureaucrat to tell me what my civil rights might be. First, they haven't a clue [cont.]
what civil rights are. Secondly, their opinion on the matter is simply impertinent. They should just STFU and carry on shuffling paper. http://bit.ly/eWGohb
RINOs 4 START: Johnny Isakson at 202-224-3643, Lamar Alexander @ 202-224-4944, Bob Corker @ 202-224-3344 [cont.]
Thad Cochran at 202-224-5054, Richard Lugar at 202-224-4814, Olympia Snowe at 202-224-5344, Susan Collins at 202-224-2523, Scott Brown at 202-224-4543, George Voinovich at 202-224-3353.
Thank these for handing the presidency back into the hands of that EVIL SOB: Senators Isakson, Alexander, [cont.]
Corker, Cochran, Lugar, Snowe, Collins, Brown and Voinovich. Merry Christmas
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Although Oklahoma's [Sharia] law is the first to come under court scrutiny, legislators in at least seven [cont.]
states, including Arizona, Florida, Louisiana, Oklahoma, South Carolina, Tennessee and Utah, have proposed similar laws, the National Conference of State Legislatures says. Tennessee and Louisiana have enacted versions of the law banning use of foreign law under certain circumstances. Please note these states are all south of the Mason-Dixon Line, once again. Secession is looking very appealing!
If you plan to drink, stay outta Virginia: If you are on a roadway, by horseback, mule, donkey, skateboard,
bicycle, wheelchair, lawn mower, spouse, etc., and you are .08 >, you R subject to a DUI arrest...that's right, DUI. Not D&D or Drunk in Public, a DUI. Welcome to California East! Virginia may do CA Prop 13 next. Whew! Soooooo Gay! They are sooooo proud of being a Commonwealth. Hell, Kruschev would be proudly beaming.
Monday, December 20, 2010
RT @savethiscountry: @alwaysonoffense If you are using twitter to reach out to those in like minded areas,[cont.]
great. But to try and change minds is futile. @keder
RT @JanSimpson: Nope - YOU STOP BUYING FOREIGN CRAP help to start small manufacturing here in US and ONLY [cont.]
spend for necessities now -bankrupt idiots DDJTJ
Gov. McDonnell wants fast track to SCOTUS & Boehner wants to derail implementation of ObamaCare. Justice [cont.]
Dept. wants to slow down fast track http://bit.ly/hqkYSO Why? Think about it...they need something to campaign on since their agenda is dropping like bovine scatology.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
The Best Christmas of My Life. Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their [cont.]
means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving; not from receiving. It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though; I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what…Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on. After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood - the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" "You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? Yeah," I said, "Why?", I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. Shoes, they're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy." We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt, could we come in for a bit?" Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. "We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out. "We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us." In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes. Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa and I was glad that I still had mine. At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, May the Lord bless you, I know for certain that He will." Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand." I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me--The Best Christmas of My Life.
The Largest Standing Army in the World is the American Hunter. The State of Wisconsin has 600,000 [cont.]
hunters. This would constitute the 8th largest army in the world—more men under arms than Iran; more than France and Germany combined. That pales in comparison to the 750,000 who are in the woods of Pennsylvania. Michigan has 700,000 hunters. West Virginia has 250,000 hunters. The hunters of those four states alone would comprise the largest army in the world. You don’t even want to get into the hunters of states like Oklahoma, Texas and the like—you would be afraid, very afraid. The point--America will forever be safe from foreign invasion with that kind of home-grown firepower. Hunting--it's not just a way to fill the freezer. It's a matter of national security. This scenario was known by the top Japanese military brass during WWII which is why they agreed an invasion of the American mainland was an exercise in futility—it would be suicidal. I love my country...It's the Government I'm afraid of. God Bless America!!
p.s. Our friendly followers of the false prophet should etch this indelibly on their tiny little minds. We “ain’t” played Cowboys & Muslims yet. If they keep pushing this sharia and other taqiyya, we soon will and we are damn good at hitting our targets. Do not awaken the sleeping giant, yet again.
@CO2HOG - The D Party staff & apparatus at the DNC has been taken over by Marxists & they control things [cont.]
nationally, not statewide yet. If we can purge them through a sound defeat, i.e. 2012, we can begin to get the national apparatus back down South, where it belongs. Right now, it's all NY, New England, Chicago & some from Californication.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
The DUMBASS who made this tax "deal" w/ Barry just took a 90% chance of beating Obama in 2012, down to [cont.]
only a 51% chance of beating him. Don't believe me, just ask Barry.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
With respect to the latest muslim holiday threats, the DHS bulletin should read, "If you see a muslim [cont.]
out doing anything around Christmas, make a citizens arrest, preferably at gun point. They have no business being out for Christmas anyhow". Merry Christmas, Janet.
Tonight, Oklahoma is gonna euthanize a man found guilty of murder, amongst a host of other crimes. [cont.]
They are out of the normal drug to euthanize, thus they are going to use a dog euthanizer for the deed. Hey, if it's good enough for Fido, it's good enough for Bif.
RT @jamiedupree: Just back from the House floor...no one seems to know what the Dem leadership will do [cont.]
next on tax deal | Leadership doesnt know either.
Art 1, Sect. 7. All bills for raising Revenue shall originate in the House of Representatives; but the [cont.]
Senate may propose or concur with Amendments as on other Bills. In other words, the Tax "Compromise" Bill does NOT pass Constitutional muster. These nitwits have pissed on the sacred document once again.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Say if you will that Obama was born in the U.S.A.; you are simply delusional. NO AMERICAN would tout [cont.]
the Socialist agenda, legislation that he has and have such a disdain for our Constitution and its authors, including the Bill of Rights. NO AMERICAN! NO CHRISTIAN!
Do not even consider a 28th Amendment seriously. I we could read, understand the first 10, as intended [cont.]
by the authors and ghost author [Jefferson], you could throw the last 17 into the fires of Sheol. They are not worth the papyrus on which they were written and for all the wrong reasons.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Eric Holder, that is just touching. Have U given similar assurance 2 Jews? http://bit.ly/g2166q [cont.]
How about us plain ole Krackas. There is an appropriate moniker for you in the hood.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
ALL CORPORATE/BUSINESS INTERESTS: Stop filing all reports, quarterly/annually, send no $ to Washington [cont.]
DC--Show Zero who IS most powerful; he thinks he is :-)
This epitomizes this "administration"completely: http://bit.ly/aBt5xa We'll do what WE think is best [cont.]
for you, so F**K you and your Constitution, except for you, you sweet little sharia, taqiyya, peaceful, followers of the False Prophet. Won't be for long--we will have it OUR way!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
In Seville, Spain some local people found a way to stop the construction of another mosque in their town. [cont.]
They buried a pig on the site, making sure this would be known by the local press. Islamic rules forbid erecting a Mosque on "pig soiled ground". The Muslims had to cancel the project...this land had been sold to them by government officials. No protests occurred.
On this very day, in the year of our Lord, 1965, occurred a miracle of birth & planet [cont.]
Monday, December 6, 2010
We sure were not told in school that Woodrow Wilson was a Communist along w/ a lot of other history - we [cont.]
were taught revisionist history [spin]. I cannot imagine what "history" is being taught now. I had no idea this country was in this much trouble. Creeping Communism/Socialism [Fabian].
Point 7 of the Marx/Engels 10 point Communist plan: Extension of factories and instruments of production
owned by the State; the bringing into cultivation of waste-lands, and the improvement of the soil generally in accordance with a common plan. Thank you Woodrow Wilson--his efforts gave us this and the Dust Bowl in one fell swoop.
Point 10 of Marx/Engels 10 point communist plan: Free education for all children in public schools.
Abolition of children's factory labour in its present form. Combination of education with industrial production.
Point 6 of Marx/Engles 10 point Communist plan: Centralisation of the means of communication [FCC] and [cont.]
transport in the hands of the State. FCC is well on its way!
Point 5 of Marx/Engels 10 point Communist Plan: Centralization of credit in the hands of the State, by [cont.]
means of a national bank with State capital and an exclusive monopoly.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
"An ignorant man speaks often for he does not understand the consequences of his action while an intell- [cont.]
igent man speaks sparingly because he does". http://bit.ly/etLl2J
Thursday, December 2, 2010
RT @Up_in_Smoke: RT @andilinks: @Rxrthepoet True, as I was saying b4,Was worried Obama was an evil [cont.]
genius, now I worry that he's an evil doofus.✈DOOFUS WORKS
RT @KOSMOSNET: Hot Air: Joint Chiefs chair to troops: If you don’t want to serve with gays, quit [cont.]
http://bit.ly/fXsWa0 #tcot | Great! We can have an all gay army! Brilliant! They can bitch slap the enemy...
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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