Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I like this story. People tend to like that with which they are familiar. I like this story. I fully understand the feeling. That happens so seldom. How about you, do you also "fully understand" the feeling?
I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Richard, the 11-year-old from next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control. I asked for help.
Richard came in, clicked a couple buttons, problem solved! As he was walking away, I called after him, "So, what was wrong?"
Richard replied, "It was an 'ID Ten T' error."
I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, "An ID ten T error, whats that in case I need to fix it again."
Richard grinned! "haven't you ever heard of an 'ID ten T error before?"
"No" I replied.
"Write it down", he replied, "I think you'll figure it out."
So, I wote it down: I D 1 0 T.
You know, I used to like that little turd!
Well, thats as good as it's going to get. I know just how the lady felt, I've been there, done that.
I know full well, I'm more intelligent that some of those who solve my computer problems. I even understand basic electronics, I did graduate from a Class A Radio School when I was in the Navy.
I guess that was then and this is now.
Uh, I still love you, Richard!
I do have a deep concern for the trend our country is being taken and want to speak out against those who are taking us there.
Today, however, is just for fun. Short and Sweet, I hope!
Karen is my friend. Well, actually, Karen is my daughter Kimberly's friend. But a friend of a friend is a friend, right. I've watched as these two have stood together, faithfully, through thick and thin, sometimes mightly thin. Did I say I like Karen? I like Karen!
Karen is educated. Karen is pretty, she doesn't realize how pretty and that makes her even more so. She is a Director at a university, so she handles responsibility well. I SHARE THIS INFORMATION SO YOU CAN FULLY APPRECIATE THE FOLLOWING QUOTE FROM KAREN.
Now, you know! Conduct yourself wisely!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
He slapped him across the face and yelled "How dare you try to destroy the nation I helped conceive!"
James Madison followed, kicked him in the groin and said "This is why I allowed our government to provide for the common defense."
Thomas Jefferson was next, beat al-Zarqawi with a long cane and snarled "It was evil men like you who inspired me to write the Declaration of Independence."
The thrashings continued as George Mason, James Monroe and 66 other early Americans unleased their anger at the terriorist leader.
As al-Zarqawi lay bleeding in pain, an angel appeared. al-Zarqawi wept and said, "This is not what you promised me."
THE ANGEL REPLIED, "I TOLD YOU THERE WOULD BE 72 VIRGINIANS WAITING FOR YOU IN HEAVEN. WHAT DID YOU THINK I SAID?"
God Bless us each and every one and God Bless the USA
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Gone but not forgotten!
One surviving hero is a dear friend of mine. His name is Delbert Rauschenberg, shown above at a church bean supper with his lovely wife Connie. Delbert was a landing craft coxswain's mate, a Bos'n Mate Third Class, BM3, transporting troops to the beach invasion..Landing craft had a crew of three. In addition to the cox'n, who steered the boat, there was a deck hand and a motor machinist, who were called deck apes and snipes. Only the cox'n was directly exposed to enemy fire although all were exposed to bombs and shells that could explode the entire craft.
To survive one beach invasion was a night mare. People dying, the nearby boats being blown out of the water, troops being hit when discharged on the beach, bombs and shells exploding all around you. Truly hell on earth!
DELBERT RAUSCHENBERG SURVIVED NOT ONE BUT SIX BEACH INVASIONS ACROSS THE PACIFIC.
I have been to five of those six invasion sites immediately after the war, including Guam, the first American soil conquered by the Japanese. Delbert shared with me his experience on Guam.
This venerable and much honored WWII vet, shown above, is well known in Hawaii for his seventy-plus years of service to patriotic organisations and causes all over the country. A humble man without a political bone in his body, he has never spoken out before about a government official, until now. He dictated this letter to a friend, signed it and mailed it to the president.
He had been hauling troops for three days without relief. He was dead on his feet from fatigue. His crew could at least close their eyes or relax briefly. Delbert had to alertly stand, fully exposed, and maneuver the landing craft through the congested and troubled waters.
After three days Delbert told his motor mac that he was unable to make another run. He was ready to collapse. Delbert told him to steer the landing craft along side of one of the fleet ships and tie up, then Delbert did collapse. The well meaning motor mac made the landing craft fast to the shore side of a navy cruiser, thinking it would shelter the little craft from the sea swells. (Snipes are not known for their brains, too much diesel in their coffee). His crew then collapsed with Delbert.
Next morning the landing craft crew were rudely awakened when the cruiser, which had trained it's massive guns shoreward right over the little craft, opened fire. The concussion from the muzzle blasts, directly overhead, made Delbert totally deaf. He regained his hearing in three days but today, in his mid 80's, he suffers from loss of hearing.
WE HAVE NO GREATER HERO THAN DELBERT RAUSCHENBERG AND HIS FELLOW PATRIOTS! They are all around us although we never see them. They are jusr ordinary Americans.
One such hero, Harold Estes, Master Chief Bos'n Mate, retired, of a WWII battleship, has elected to speak out on the trend the Obama presidency is taking us. Below is the article mailed to me from my high school class mate, Maude (Blankinship) Norris, pictured on the right. (Yes, that was a "before" picture, before 62 years of riotous living, knowing Maude. UMMM!).
Dear President Obama,
My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year. People meeting me for the first time don't believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert.
I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WWII retiring as a Master Chief Bos'n Mate. Now I live in a "rest home" located on the western end of Pearl Harbor, allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country.
One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man.
So, here goes.
I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do, but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish.
I can't figure out what country you are the president of. You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like:
"We're no longer a Christian Nation"
"America is arrogant" - Your wife even announced to the world, "America is mean-spirited." (Please tell her to try preaching that nonsense to 23 generations of our war dead buried all over the globe who died for no other reason than to free a whole lot of strangers from tyranny and hopelessness.) I'd say shame on the both of you, but I don't think you like America nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do, for the obvious gifts this country has given you. To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House.
After 9/11 you said "America hasn't lived up to her ideals."
Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died to win independence from the British? Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man, that 470,000 fathers, husbands and brothers and a lot of fellows I knew personally died for in WWII, because we felt strongly about not letting any nation push us around, because we stand for freedom.
I don't think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination. You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected.
Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man.
Shape up and start acting like an American. If you don't, I'll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue. You were elected to lead not to bow, apologize and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves.
And just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don't want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts, who was putting up a fight? You don't mind offending the police calling them stupid but you don't want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists.
One more thing. I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with you life, but you're the Commander-in-Chief now, son. Do your job. When your battle-hardened field General ask you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him. But if you're not in this fight to win, then get out. The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you're thinking of.
You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president. You're not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy. That's not our greatest threat. Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now. And I sure as hell don't want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle.
Harold B. Estes.
(http://www.snopes/. com politic/soapbox/haroldestes.asp confirms this as true).
CAN YOU IMAGINE THE CHAGRIN THAT THIS PICTURE OF THE PRESIDENT OF OUR SOVEREIGN NATION BOWING TO A JAPANESE LEADER CAUSES OUR VETS? He represents all of us in his action but neither Chief Estes nor Cox'n Rauschenberg bows to our former enemy. I've been to Japan a number of times but did no bowing. WE REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR!
Let us follow the leadership of our true heroes and correct this political problem. Vote in 2010. Vote in 2012. SHARE THIS BLOG WITH YOUR FAMILY, FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS.
God bless us one and all and God bless the USA.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
No, I don't like her because she is physically pretty, although that doesn't make me like her any less. I like her because of her character and because of what she has accomplished and what I, along with many other Americans, perceive that she might accomplish if given the chance.
If Sarah stubbed her toe I'll bet it would make national news. Anything that might make her look to be less than she is will be highlighted in the biased media. Today, she is under attack for a speaking contract.
SARAH PALIN IS A PRIVATE CITIZEN. Unless she breaks a law, her speaking contract is really no bodies business. Why the interest? It could just be plain old jealousy!
She has reportedly earned, uh, let me highlight that, EARNED, 12 million dollars since she resigned last July. Her speaking fee for an upcoming engagement in California is supposedly $100,000. The article neglected to mention the speaking fees she has signed over to one or the other charities.
If Fox News isn't careful with their trash, someone will dig through it like they did in California and report what they pay Sarah. Hmmm. No, those who breached individuals privacy received no criticism. Maybe Bill O Reilly will straigten them out?
I have yet to see any criticism for Bill Clinton's speaking fees which drawf Sarah's $100,000. I have never heard that Clinton ever signed any money over to anyone. Wonder why the media doesn't carry front page, critical news about Clinton who is a confirmed liar and cheat?
THE REAL REASON FOR THE MEDIA ATTACKS IS THAT SHE IS A POLITICAL THREAT. I say "hurrah"! She has earned, uh, let me highlight that, EARNED, their fear. Consider what she accomplished for the good folks of Alaska, the vast majority of whom adore her.
ALASKA IS THE LEAST TAXED STATE IN THE UNION. Wow, can you imagine this: No state sales tax, no state income tax and no state inheritance tax. Think of that! How are you doing in your state. Wouldn't you love to have someone like Sarah kick the over tax and over spend bums out of your state?
EVERY MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD RECEIVES PAYMENT FOR THE OIL REMOVED FROM THE STATE OF ALASKA. Well, really now, how much money? In 2008 it was $3,269 for every man, woman and child who had lived in Alaska for one year. Thats over a thousand dollars a month for a family of four, a meaningful amount, huh? Sarah stopped the oil industry rape of Alaskan resources. Those resources belonged to the people of Alaska.
COULD YOU IMAGINE HOW MUCH BETTER OFF THE GOOD PEOPLE OF WEST VIRGINIA WOULD BE IF THE COAL BARONS AND UTILITY COMPANIES HAD TO PAY THE PEOPLE FOR THEIR COAL Think of it!
Sarah Palin is a leader. She was a leader in high school basket ball when she acknowledged that she was not the best player. She is moral. She is a family minded person. She works. She has acquired a good understanding of business. She was just naturally adopted as a leader in the Tea Party Movement that has the BUMS running scared.
SHE THREW OUT THE BUMS IN ALASKA! Yes, when she became Governor she cleaned house, including those of her own party. Could it be that the BUMS in power in Washington are concerned that she might do the same thing there? What do you think?
DO I LIKE HER BECAUSE SHE SENT ME A CHRISTMAS CARD? I sure do! It is a treasure and a keepsake!
You have all seen Sarah Palin many times. Compare what you saw to this picture of President Obama dishonoring the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag of the United States. Maybe it would be different if the flag had a sickle moon instead of the stars or stripes. IS THIS FAIR?Well, he did say when he was president he would visit all 57 states. Islam has 57 states, we only have 50. He is abandoning Israel and bowing to Arab leaders. He has spent us into receivership and plans to tax us more. Can you say VAT tax? It is surly coming with Obama and the Democrats being the only party in charge of Congress.
CAN YOU SAY REPEAL? Please plan to vote in November and in 2012.
God Bless us everyone and God Bless the USA
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
SUMMERTIME? Life can sometimes be quite confusing, huh?
What's the date? Well, as you can plainly see I've today crossed off April the 13th. Thank goodness it's a Tuesday and not a Friday, not that I'm superstitious or anything. The weatherman forecast a high of 64 degrees and bright sunshine and he hit it right on the nail head. Still, I'm confused!
Is it the birds and the bees? No, as you can plainly see the tulips agree with the robins and say it is still spring.
Could it be the beautiful smells in the house? Well, that is a bit confusing. Comingled with the smells coming from the Easter lillies are the smells from a vase of cut Roses. But, that's not the problem either.
The problem? I've just enjoyed a past time which I associate with the late summer months. I just snapped and stringed some green beans for the pot. Is there anything more relaxing than just sitting there snapping green beans? I don't think so. And, it brings back so many memories of family and times so fondly recalled.
Julie, Donna and I made a trip to the Hartville Farm Market yesterday. It was chilly out and I went inside to keep the coffee warm! Un huh! Before I did I told Julie to get some green beans and new potatoes. She did but she let the trader pull a "hookie doo" on her. The beans I saw were lovely. The beans she brought home were blemished and had been frozen. There is always waste in green beans but I barely got a "mess" out of two pounds of beans. Julie said the man did not get the beans from those displayed but from another group. Yep, the old "switcheroo".
With new, red potatoes and corn cut off the cob is how green beans should be cooked. Julie doesn't like the corn so I don't add it. BOO! The new, red potatoes were also a joy to cut up. And, of course, lots of ham. We have ham up the ying yang from the crowd we had at Easter. Lots of ham to season the beans. Yum Yum!
Beans need to be "cooked down" to taste right. My son-in-law, Jack, just barely "steams" his green beans and, to my way of thinking, eats them while they are still raw. He says "crunchy". They are crunchy alright! They are still a pretty, bright green but cooked green beans are not supposed to be "green", are they?
If I could bottle the smell that premediates the entire house from that pot of beans, I could sell it for a fortune. Even with the powerful odor of the Easter lilly and the cut roses, the entire house has the summer smell of green beans, red potatoes and ham a'cookin.
Is it the good old summer time? No, but it won't be long. At breakfast today I told Julie for she and Donna, in the coming months, to empty all of the jars of canned fruits and vegetables. I want to refill them fresh in preparation for what I fear will be an Obama Winter.
The Boy Scouts are right! Be Prepared! And, remember this picture of President Obama dishonoring the Pledge of Alliegence to the United States of America! Plan to vote!
So, is my life NEW, DIFFERENT AND EXCITING today? Yep! A new blog, cooked a pot of green beans and played with my two lovely grandchildren, Riley and Rosebud. Life doesn't get any better than that!
God bless us each and everyone and God bless the USA>
Monday, April 12, 2010
Few things in life are more enjoyable to a parent than the excited voices of their children. Few children can get more excited than my youngest son, Todd.
In a voice crackling with excitement he told me over the phone that he and his wife, Amy, were planning to ride their recumbant bikes across the state of Ohio, starting on the Kentucky side of the Ohio River at Cincinnatti and riding to Lake Erie at Huron, Ohio. Would I like to share in their excitement? I would!
Todd and Amy are year-around-bikers. Todd has 15,600 miles on his bike. Living near Cincinnatti, it gets cold but not too cold with the right gear. They have ALL the right gear, including two RANS recumbent bikes. Their first request was for me to drive them home from Huron so Amy could be present as teacher in the Mason School District. She is an art teacher.
As the trip plans developed with my willingness, even eagerness, to assist, the plans changed. Would I meet them at their last tent camp site, Alum Creek State Park, just north of Columbus, and transport their cooking, camping gear? I would!
Todd and Amy call their spring ride their P.A.C.E. which stands for Pierce Annual Cycling Expedition. Karen and I are PACERS, Pierce Annual Cycling Expedition Road Support. HA. Last year they rode from the Piedmont, AL to Atlanta, GA.
Their good friend, KAREN REED drove them and their gear to the south side of the PURPLE PEOPLE EATER BRIDGE in Cincinnatti. From Kentucky, in 80 degree weather, they started pedaling North. They would pedal each day for eight days, six of which would be very hot. That changed!
KAREN emailed me a first day report. With a hard tail wind pushing them, they averaged 17MPH hardly touching the pedals. GREAT START. It would continue throughout the trip until the last day.
I got to the ALUM CREEK CAMP SITE with my van just after dark. It was in the midst of a violent THUNDER BOOMER. Todd and Amy had already sought shelter in their tent for the night. I spent the night in the van, quite comfortable in my own mattress and sleeping bag. In addition to the thunder and lightening, a train track was close by and trains blew whistles all night.
At breakfast time the grounds were wet but we were all dry and hungry. I had brought my coffee maker, which Todd and Amy gave me as a gift years ago, and a nut roll. Todd, the camp cook like his Dad, made he and Amy OATMEAL--Todd is known for his oatmeal in the morning, and a beautiful and delicious omelette. Coffee never tastes quite as good as it does out-of-doors.
After breakfast Todd said he wished he would have had me bring my bike pump. He, of course, had a small frame bike pump, but it sure takes a lot of pumping. Being the dependable father, which I am--if you don't believe it, ask me, I'll tell you--I told him I didn't have my bike pump but I had brought a small compressor if he needed it. He did!
After riding these loaded bikes for days, with low air in Amy's tires, they seemed to fly on their way to the families retreat at Knox Lake. I hauled them and their gear to their brother, Mark's, home in Mansfield for the night and returned the next morning to return them to Knox Lake. They rode on to Mark's, left their gear in his garage, and proceeded on the last three days to Lake Erie.
On their last night out, they stayed in motels, Todd called to say he was badly chaffed and unless he healed over night he might not be able to ride the last day. Could I be in the area early the next morning if they needed me. I could and was on Lake Erie at 10:00 the next morning.
Huron is one of my all time favorite fishing spots but it was cold, snowing and about a 40MPH wind. Not a day for fishing, although I did give it a brief try, thankful that the fish didn't hit. I had bought a 965 page book just for this trip and was deep into it at about 4:00PM when I heard Amy's YEEEEEAH, WE MADE IT! They hugged and kissed, jumped up and down and gave each other high fives. Why not? Riding 293 miles in eight days of April was something to be excited about, huh?
We all needed an "Oil Change" by the lake. Where to go? Not far! Todd and I stood in reeds by the lake. Not Amy, uh, I watched as her red had ducked out of sight. I told her I took her picture. She howled. How funny. Funny also was Todd's comment after riding in the warm van for a few miles. He said "I've got feeling coming back in my nose"! Amy replied, "Why, I've got tingling coming back into my butt". Yes, they were nearly frozen!
Were they bored on the trip? No, they were in constant radio communication with each other. They also enjoyed music and stories on their IPads. All their gear, as can be seen from Todd's bike, is state of the art.
We drove back to Mansfield for dinner, Todd & Amy's treat, with my eldest son, Mark, at the Cracker Barrel. I then drove them on to Cincinnatti. After unloading their gear I headed back toward northeast Ohio and home. Got in about 5:00AM.
Life can be so exciting, if we just give it a chance.
God Bless us each and everyone and God Bless the USA!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
By law, we now have entered into a debt obligation which we cannot repay. Following World War One, the war to end all wars, Germany had forced upon her a debt obligation which she could not pay.
In April 1921 the Allied commission presented a reparation bill to Germany for 132 billion gold Marks, or about US$30 billion. (France, who has been involved in wars throughout history, tried to make it a totally unrealistic 269 billion Marks but the US and Britain refused). The following year Germany had to default twice on her payments, she didn't have the money.
When Germany was forced to default, France and Belgian troops occupied the Ruhr, ostensibly for protection but in reality to steal the economic edge that France and Belgium had failed to acquire under the Versailles treaty.
Although German military had shrank to only 100,000 and 30,000 of their 34,000 officers were discharged, the German people themselves refused to produce what the French planned to take from them. The "brave" French, who could not then nor later beat the Germans in battle, met this passive resistance by imprisoning 46,200 German civil servants, railwaymen and police. NO, NOT IMPRISIONED BY THE NAZI'S, GERMAN CIVILIANS IMPRISIONED BY THE FRENCH!
The German answer? Deficit spending, SOUND FAMILIAR? By autumn of 1923 there were some two thousand presses printing money around the clock. The money was worthless. A production worker needed a cart to haul one day's wages to the bank.
Individuals, with what they considered a secure investment, got letters from the bank regretting that the bank could no longer administer a deposit of only seventy-five thousand Marks. In fact, the bank said that as they did not have any small denomination bills, they would just round the payment up to one 1,000,000-mark bill. The individual had no recourse because the bank had to use a five million Mark stamp just to mail the letter to him.
The German government took the position, which their courts established, being that "a mark is a mark". Not only could the government pay off it's international obligations with the worthless money, so could farmers and mortgagers pay off their creditors. Pensioners, savers and elderly people living off modest rental incomes and investments were plunged into poverty. The grasshoppers and locusts ruled, the ants and honey bees lost out.
It was said that Berlin became a whore! The hundred thousand prostitutes who allegedly serviced Berlin were no longer dismissed servants or poor girls but nice middle-class girls.
Then, the German people, who had thought of themselves as decent, honest, loyal, prudent and responsible people, wanted to be insulated against changes which were beyond the powers of government. They wanted the benefits of capitalism, with the state insulating them from the consequences and risks of capitalism. AGAIN, DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR? Didn't work for the German Weimar or FDR's New Deal, won't work for Obama's plan, which he explained to Joe, the Plumber, to "spread the wealth" either!
INTERNATIONALLY, THE PROUD GERMAN EAGLE HAD TO BEAR THE EPITHET OF BEING A "BANKRUPT VULTURE". Do you have any problem seeing this as a potential for the direction in which the United States is now heading?
FDR with his redistribution of wealth was saved by WWII but at the cost of untold millions of men, women and children being maimed or killed in unimaginable numbers. As Obama, who has consistently voted anti-military, goes about saving money, for his wealth redistribution, by unilaterally reducing our readiness, what portends for our future is truly disturbing.
Is there an answer? Yes, and I think it lies in the American people. It lies in you and it lies in me. I'll do my part. You do yours and we'll not let the proud American Eagle become a shameful "bankrupt vulture".
PLAN TO VOTE!
God Bless us one and all and God Bless the USA
Note: It should be mentioned that I am in no way a NAZI lover. I lost both friends and family fighting them in WWII. My brother, Henry, barely survived repeated Nazi U-Boat and dive bomber attacks. I have been to Germany and I have been to the Nazi Death Camps. Horrible! Still and yet, the comparison is there. Bye-the-way, I have also been in France and perfer the German people by far!