Wow! That was a telephone conversation that set my brain to swimming in circles. Our eldest daughter, Dawn called from her South Barrington home yesterday to inquire if she had "missed" mailing her family-photo Christmas card to any of our friends a year ago or do we have any 'new friends' for her to add to that mailing-list this year.
Readers, this daughter is the mother of seven children. This annual Christmas card is steeped in a traditional process, which includes a professional photographer, haircuts for three fellas, hairdo attention for four girls, coordinated clothing and grooming sessions for three designer dogs. The finished product will be a high quality professional tri-fold card causing Hallmark to envy.
Now, back to my 'head-swimming' from my daughter's inquiry.
My wife and I keep family and friends' contact information in our iPhone, however we continue to reference a personal telephone directory for most addresses. The last time I checked that telephone directory book, I noticed an increased number of lines drawn through people's names...they've died.
My first thought was to run to the store and get a new phone directory-book and clean up our listings. Then I thought, who am I kidding, that's like chasing feathers in the wind...that's where we are in our own journey.
I told my daughter that I could not think of any new friends to add to her Christmas-card mailing list and in fact I updated her on a couple she no longer needs to send a card. As I concluded my chat with her, I suggested that if any of her Christmas cards to our friends come back to her she should let me know so I can 'up-date' our phone-directory.
Ain't it a shame!Ain't That A Shame
Thursday, November 30, 2017
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
What's That Smell?
Obsession, Versace, Calvin Klein, Animale, Polo, Iron Man, Royal Copenhagen, Curve, Michael Jordan, Joop, Axe Sport Blast and Avon Black Suede. Those colognes, deodorants and after shave products sit atop my dresser of drawers. I do not purchase any of those items. My wife is constantly buying Avon products for me, which explains the Black Suede and my adult children evidently have a serious concern about their old father 'stinking up the family gatherings' because they buy all that stuff for me at birthdays and Father's Day.
With so many various products designed for specific use it has become obvious that I should read labels carefully before 'applying.' May I elaborate? I am not one who reads directions. It is my experience that written directions cause confusion. Therefore, when I purchase a product, an auto, telephone, television...or whatever, I either ask the sales clerk to fully explain operating procedures or I bring the purchase home and wait for an unsuspecting younger family member to visit.
Okay, back to my problem with the aforementioned 'Smell Mel' products.' For two weeks, I've been applying what I believed to be Versace after shave cologne to this wrinkled kisser and it just doesn't vanish on the skin as do other after shave colognes. Damn if I didn't get caught in a pretty good rain shower a week ago and when I slid into the driver's seat of my Avalon, I looked in the mirror to wipe away water only then did I notice 'little bubble-suds' forming on that face. You guessed. I've been using Versace 'shower gel' thinking it was after shave.
(Touch)What's That Smell?
With so many various products designed for specific use it has become obvious that I should read labels carefully before 'applying.' May I elaborate? I am not one who reads directions. It is my experience that written directions cause confusion. Therefore, when I purchase a product, an auto, telephone, television...or whatever, I either ask the sales clerk to fully explain operating procedures or I bring the purchase home and wait for an unsuspecting younger family member to visit.
Okay, back to my problem with the aforementioned 'Smell Mel' products.' For two weeks, I've been applying what I believed to be Versace after shave cologne to this wrinkled kisser and it just doesn't vanish on the skin as do other after shave colognes. Damn if I didn't get caught in a pretty good rain shower a week ago and when I slid into the driver's seat of my Avalon, I looked in the mirror to wipe away water only then did I notice 'little bubble-suds' forming on that face. You guessed. I've been using Versace 'shower gel' thinking it was after shave.
(Touch)What's That Smell?
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Be Fair; Do Right
What's the phrase frequently used by the younger set..."It is what it is." I wish to speak to something 'that is what it is' but needs to CHANGE! Let me preface my rant by stating without hesitation, apologies or self-praise, I have championed the minority-cause my entire adult life and will do so until that life is no longer. That said, hear me...
Recently, a central Illinois high school basketball coach 'cut' his squad and chose not to select (keep) a starter from one year ago. Of course, we make the cheese more binding pointing to the fact that the coach in question is White and the player is Black. Therefore it is inevitable that 'race' would become an issue. I've heard that line often and I ask, why the hell would any coach NOT keep and play the best players provided the player is of good character and coachable?
While coaching at Edwardsville high school seven years, I received numerous anonymous telephone calls only to hear voices call me, "You ni*#er lover!" During my twenty one year tenure as Jacksonville's basketball coach, my teams were comprised of 40% African-American players from a community of less that 8% African-Americans. Still many of my Black ball players shared with me time and time again that it took them reaching their junior year in school to realize the street-talk that the "White Coach ain't gonna give you a chance" was false. It was a loser-line from for wannabe losers.
Okay, here's the 'It is what is' that needs to vanish. That central Illinois team I speak about has several very good black players playing for that coach. Many Blacks in that community know that the coach and his family who's catching all kinds hell from a segment pushing that race-issue is being WRONGED and yet those Blacks remain silent in defense of the coach...that's sad and it's cowardly and it needs to change. Just as I choose to speak out at other 'Whites' for bigoted transgressions against minorities, I would expect the same defense in my behalf from my brothers and sisters of another color when they see I'm wronged. I don't buy nor accept that silence for any reason.
True and complete emancipation is unqualified and it's roadway has two-lanes. Spare me the man who raises his voice for 'his' people and not 'all' people. Spare me the man who sees color before right & wrong.
(Touch)Do Right
Recently, a central Illinois high school basketball coach 'cut' his squad and chose not to select (keep) a starter from one year ago. Of course, we make the cheese more binding pointing to the fact that the coach in question is White and the player is Black. Therefore it is inevitable that 'race' would become an issue. I've heard that line often and I ask, why the hell would any coach NOT keep and play the best players provided the player is of good character and coachable?
While coaching at Edwardsville high school seven years, I received numerous anonymous telephone calls only to hear voices call me, "You ni*#er lover!" During my twenty one year tenure as Jacksonville's basketball coach, my teams were comprised of 40% African-American players from a community of less that 8% African-Americans. Still many of my Black ball players shared with me time and time again that it took them reaching their junior year in school to realize the street-talk that the "White Coach ain't gonna give you a chance" was false. It was a loser-line from for wannabe losers.
Okay, here's the 'It is what is' that needs to vanish. That central Illinois team I speak about has several very good black players playing for that coach. Many Blacks in that community know that the coach and his family who's catching all kinds hell from a segment pushing that race-issue is being WRONGED and yet those Blacks remain silent in defense of the coach...that's sad and it's cowardly and it needs to change. Just as I choose to speak out at other 'Whites' for bigoted transgressions against minorities, I would expect the same defense in my behalf from my brothers and sisters of another color when they see I'm wronged. I don't buy nor accept that silence for any reason.
True and complete emancipation is unqualified and it's roadway has two-lanes. Spare me the man who raises his voice for 'his' people and not 'all' people. Spare me the man who sees color before right & wrong.
(Touch)Do Right
Monday, November 27, 2017
A Perspective on a Game.
In 1951 at age 12, I scored my first (competitive) basketball game-shot representing St. Martin's Parrish as its only non-Catholic player as permitted by the East St. Louis CYO League rules. That field goal was a little baseline jump-shot. Last night (November 25, 2017), I closed the books on the forty-eighth Annual Decatur/Team Soy Capital Thanksgiving Basketball Tourney as its tournament director these past 16-years. Between the year 1951 and last evening, I've played, coached, directed and observed thousands and thousands of youth, prep and college basketball contests, which qualifies me NOT as a basketball expert but simply a long time observer of 'the game' from many perspectives. That said, I shall offer my personal >>> 'The State of The Game.'
Never before have basketball players been quicker and more physical across the rosters. The speed of the game is in an all-time fast-pace-high-gear. The more structured half-court offense has given way to the up-tempo fast-break and the enticement of the '3-point-shot' as we note the penetrating guards attacking defensive seams and 'kicking-the-pass-out' for a perimeter trey. Speaking of dribble penetration, I claim that it is nearly impossible for the individual defender to stop the one-on-one dribble drive.
The 'In-your-face' full and half court pressure defense gives impetus to the full throttle game today and underscores the importance of substitute-rotations as it re-defines acceptable turnover numbers while begging for good free throw shooting.
Aside from the aforementioned changes in basketball, four (4) things remain constant throughout the years: (1) many coaches fail to help players define and understand their 'role' as it pertains to the player's physical abilities and skills, (2) the team that wins the 'boards' most often wins the game,
(3) game officiating remains problematic and unable to please coaches, fans and players, finally (4) many players would be better players if they didn't live with their parents!
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Basketball
Never before have basketball players been quicker and more physical across the rosters. The speed of the game is in an all-time fast-pace-high-gear. The more structured half-court offense has given way to the up-tempo fast-break and the enticement of the '3-point-shot' as we note the penetrating guards attacking defensive seams and 'kicking-the-pass-out' for a perimeter trey. Speaking of dribble penetration, I claim that it is nearly impossible for the individual defender to stop the one-on-one dribble drive.
The 'In-your-face' full and half court pressure defense gives impetus to the full throttle game today and underscores the importance of substitute-rotations as it re-defines acceptable turnover numbers while begging for good free throw shooting.
Aside from the aforementioned changes in basketball, four (4) things remain constant throughout the years: (1) many coaches fail to help players define and understand their 'role' as it pertains to the player's physical abilities and skills, (2) the team that wins the 'boards' most often wins the game,
(3) game officiating remains problematic and unable to please coaches, fans and players, finally (4) many players would be better players if they didn't live with their parents!
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Basketball
Friday, November 24, 2017
Wonder Potions
I just don't understand it. When I was a young lad hanging out at Mammy and Grandpa E. V.'s house, I always heard E. V. stirring and getting out of bed at about 4:30AM. I used to think it was a farmer's thing or perhaps just something 'old' guys do...that IS get up early. Well, I convinced it's latter because I've never farmed but I do tend to wake up way too early. Can't go back to sleep. If it ain't joint discomfort it's Morrie's voice, "When you're in bed you're dead." (Tuesday's With Morrie by Mitch Albom).
I often get up at an early hour and go downstairs. I'll make coffee, read a newspaper, check my email and post my blog. Sometimes I surf television channels. If y'all think prime-time television programming 'sucks' then don't turn the TV on early morning hours. On one channel a young shapely lady was chatting with an older fella about a male sex organ enhancement pill called 'Extenze.' The gent told viewers that he wasn't that interested in bigger but would like to 'grade out' better. The gal didn't say anything. She just smiled a lot. I turned the channel.
There was a preacher-fella the next channel offering to send me a free vial of "No Devil Oil." All I needed to do was telephone.This 'No Devil Oil' is a kinda magical potion. Why that preacher-guy spread some money on a table and then put a drop of that 'No Devil Oil' on each bill, looked right into the camera and told the viewers that money would multiple in a few days! That godly man went on to claim whatever physical ailment you might have just put a drop of that 'wonder oil' on that body part and 'Walla...Good as New!
Tonight, before retiring, I'm gunna rub some Biofreeze 'oil' on my aching knees, take a pill (not Extenze but Sominex) and hope I sleep the night through. Should I Dream, let's hope Julie Roberts is the central figure rather than Rush Limbaugh.
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Magic Potions
I often get up at an early hour and go downstairs. I'll make coffee, read a newspaper, check my email and post my blog. Sometimes I surf television channels. If y'all think prime-time television programming 'sucks' then don't turn the TV on early morning hours. On one channel a young shapely lady was chatting with an older fella about a male sex organ enhancement pill called 'Extenze.' The gent told viewers that he wasn't that interested in bigger but would like to 'grade out' better. The gal didn't say anything. She just smiled a lot. I turned the channel.
There was a preacher-fella the next channel offering to send me a free vial of "No Devil Oil." All I needed to do was telephone.This 'No Devil Oil' is a kinda magical potion. Why that preacher-guy spread some money on a table and then put a drop of that 'No Devil Oil' on each bill, looked right into the camera and told the viewers that money would multiple in a few days! That godly man went on to claim whatever physical ailment you might have just put a drop of that 'wonder oil' on that body part and 'Walla...Good as New!
Tonight, before retiring, I'm gunna rub some Biofreeze 'oil' on my aching knees, take a pill (not Extenze but Sominex) and hope I sleep the night through. Should I Dream, let's hope Julie Roberts is the central figure rather than Rush Limbaugh.
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Magic Potions
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Thank God
As a young boy and well into my teen years, our family spent Thanksgiving in a most traditional manner. While the ladies readied the Thanksgiving feast, the fellas headed out to see the season finale football game between arch-rivals East St. Louis High and Belleville Township High. The game matched two premier Illinois downstate prep gridiron programs, which attracted a mid-morning crowd of approximately 10,000 fans. Once state high school sports associations developed end of season football playoffs those Thanksgiving Contest disappeared. Any way, post-game destination was Grandma/Grandpa Roustio's house in lower Washington Park (East St. Louis). To be exact...56th street in 'The Park' where most of the Roustio Clan lived.
Pondering my yesteryear's, I never imagined that one day (2017), Gerry and I would be the grandparent's house of destination. Our son, Steve & daughter in-law Kathy's family will not be joining us for Thanksgiving due to his basketball coaching duties. That means our Thanksgiving gathering number will only number just 19 instead of 30...that's right, the Christmas gang will be 30.
One neat sidebar is these days finds introductions to grandkids' significant 'others.'
Actually, the nineteen adults attacking turkey, ham, sweet potatoes, various casserole dishes and too many desserts will bring some family pets. We're talking six dogs. One rather large docile-shedding Golden Retriever, one fluffy Teddy Bear pup, a temperamental Malti-Poo and two Morkies...one of which is referenced as a demon-dog...that would be the Mini-Morkie who could benefit from an exorcist. House Poodle Yodie rounds out the six canines and be assured he will be protective of his stuffed-bear, which he will 'hump' a few times in front of guests. It must be a possessive thing.?
The day is filled with laughter, games, recall and the gentle and not so gentle jabs that only siblings can embrace. My wife and I feel most blessed. We deeply appreciate our children and grandchildren wishing to 'come' for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We do not take the blessings for granted...never have we.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are the only two nights that I take a flashlight to bed. Let me explain. We have a large 4-bedroom home that comes short of bedding 19-to-30 people. Therefore, blow-up beds are in order making floor space congested. That said, an old fart making a few late night 'pee treks' needs to negotiate the darkened-maze of bodies!
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Pondering my yesteryear's, I never imagined that one day (2017), Gerry and I would be the grandparent's house of destination. Our son, Steve & daughter in-law Kathy's family will not be joining us for Thanksgiving due to his basketball coaching duties. That means our Thanksgiving gathering number will only number just 19 instead of 30...that's right, the Christmas gang will be 30.
One neat sidebar is these days finds introductions to grandkids' significant 'others.'
Actually, the nineteen adults attacking turkey, ham, sweet potatoes, various casserole dishes and too many desserts will bring some family pets. We're talking six dogs. One rather large docile-shedding Golden Retriever, one fluffy Teddy Bear pup, a temperamental Malti-Poo and two Morkies...one of which is referenced as a demon-dog...that would be the Mini-Morkie who could benefit from an exorcist. House Poodle Yodie rounds out the six canines and be assured he will be protective of his stuffed-bear, which he will 'hump' a few times in front of guests. It must be a possessive thing.?
The day is filled with laughter, games, recall and the gentle and not so gentle jabs that only siblings can embrace. My wife and I feel most blessed. We deeply appreciate our children and grandchildren wishing to 'come' for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We do not take the blessings for granted...never have we.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are the only two nights that I take a flashlight to bed. Let me explain. We have a large 4-bedroom home that comes short of bedding 19-to-30 people. Therefore, blow-up beds are in order making floor space congested. That said, an old fart making a few late night 'pee treks' needs to negotiate the darkened-maze of bodies!
(Touch)Family Thanksgiving
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
'Stuff' or is it 'Junk?'
We all tend to collect and keep a lot of 'stuff' during life's journey. I recall many in my mother's family journeyed a long time and consequently garnered an incredible amount of 'stuff.' Mother's sister, Kate comes to mind because she lived to age 99 and my wife and I had the responsibility of the 'stuff' she left behind. Oh sure, much could be defined as throw away junk but not so fast y'all.
As we sorted through my Aunt Kate's belongings we gained much insight into that which occupied her mind throughout her life and particularly in her latter years. So many of those cherished memories displayed in photos, letters and notes. Of course, we boxed many items and brought them to our house thus those things became 'our stuff.' In the ensuing weeks, I found it rather difficult to simply toss away my deceased Aunt's personal items in some cavalier manner. I felt as if I needed permission. Who am I to make such a decision about another's possessions and making the 'cheese more binding' my Aunt was not present to defend her life.
With this experience in my rear view mirror, I've begun a personal sifting-through of my 'stuff' and discarding or giving away items. My kids don't need that moment and besides, while I'm still riding the train, I should decide what's good 'stuff' and what's 'junk.'
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As we sorted through my Aunt Kate's belongings we gained much insight into that which occupied her mind throughout her life and particularly in her latter years. So many of those cherished memories displayed in photos, letters and notes. Of course, we boxed many items and brought them to our house thus those things became 'our stuff.' In the ensuing weeks, I found it rather difficult to simply toss away my deceased Aunt's personal items in some cavalier manner. I felt as if I needed permission. Who am I to make such a decision about another's possessions and making the 'cheese more binding' my Aunt was not present to defend her life.
With this experience in my rear view mirror, I've begun a personal sifting-through of my 'stuff' and discarding or giving away items. My kids don't need that moment and besides, while I'm still riding the train, I should decide what's good 'stuff' and what's 'junk.'
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Monday, November 20, 2017
Different Ages but Dollies Just The Same
If physical health remains, my wife and I will head to Florida for the months of January, February and a bit of March. It will be our fifth consecutive winter spent in the Sunshine State. Since wintering in Florida, we have discontinued our annual Branson Christmas trip. If you are unfamiliar with Branson, Missouri, I can best describe it as AARP's response to 'college spring breakers.' Unlike the spring-break college 'dollies,' the Branson 'senior babes' do not have wet T-shirt contests bringing attention to 'perky-points' but instead the AARP gals cover 'sagging points' with gaudy sweatshirts, boasting claims of 'Grandma and Nana' greatness or grandkids' omnipotent abilities.
Florida seniors share one similarity with the Branson seniors; the oldsters' go to bed about 9:00PM, that's the time the 'spring-breakers' are leaving to embrace the night-life. Both groups may find one similar 'activity moment.' As the senior crowd is 'staggering out of bed' in the morning feeling arthritis pain, the younger crowd is 'staggering in towards a bed' feeling no pain.
The Florida beaches welcome the Sringbreak 'dollies' and the Florida Outlet Malls welcome the 'Smowbird dollies.'
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Florida seniors share one similarity with the Branson seniors; the oldsters' go to bed about 9:00PM, that's the time the 'spring-breakers' are leaving to embrace the night-life. Both groups may find one similar 'activity moment.' As the senior crowd is 'staggering out of bed' in the morning feeling arthritis pain, the younger crowd is 'staggering in towards a bed' feeling no pain.
The Florida beaches welcome the Sringbreak 'dollies' and the Florida Outlet Malls welcome the 'Smowbird dollies.'
(Touch)Hello Dolly
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Wish or Will
Several years ago, I scribbled this verse the night before I made a presentation at the Pennsylvania High School Athletic Directors' Annual Convention held in Hersey, PA.
Wishing or Willing
I sit at this desk; I wait in that line,
I watch for the light, I bide my time.
While I wait and imagine, I stare into space,
I dream of greatness in a far off place.
We differ, you and I it would seem,
We're only common in that we dream.
Intense with my wish, I fail to understand,
Perhaps I might 'will' it... if at my command.
Conditioned through these mounting years,
I chose to 'wish' NOT 'will' because of fears.,
Might I negotiate life's hurdles and go beyond these dreams,
Determined and confident to make the 'will' my theme?
Before the hourglass be emptied and time no more my frill,
I shall put aside the 'wish' and make the 'dream' my 'will.'
Wishing or Willing
I sit at this desk; I wait in that line,
I watch for the light, I bide my time.
While I wait and imagine, I stare into space,
I dream of greatness in a far off place.
We differ, you and I it would seem,
We're only common in that we dream.
Intense with my wish, I fail to understand,
Perhaps I might 'will' it... if at my command.
Conditioned through these mounting years,
I chose to 'wish' NOT 'will' because of fears.,
Might I negotiate life's hurdles and go beyond these dreams,
Determined and confident to make the 'will' my theme?
Before the hourglass be emptied and time no more my frill,
I shall put aside the 'wish' and make the 'dream' my 'will.'
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Step Aside Boys!
Finally. FINALLY! America's disconnected, vicious, negative discourse appears to have served up a wonderful opportunity-in time. There is no denying that male politicians have made the case...
the case for ELECTING women to government leadership roles.
It is obvious that the social behavior of men has reached a saturation point. Dating back to Thomas 'Sex-Slave-Owner' Jefferson's insatiable physical appetite for black women through the well documented Chappaquiddick's-'Car-Wreck' Ted, Clarence 'Supreme Pubic-Hair' Thomas, Bill 'Blue Dress' Clinton, George H. W. 'Butt-Pinchin' Bush to the current 'Hound Dogs the likes of Trump 'Grab-Their-Junk' and 'Weired-Mall-Boy-Roy,' we now see clearly...it's time to elect women to our political leadership positions. Tell the fellas to clean out their desks and make sure they take their 'Playboy Magazines.' Remind the older Farts to take their viagra pills with them.
The only hurdle to this new political day may be getting votes from those crazy ass Evangelicals who still subscribe to the incorrect interruption of Colossians 3:18...that "wives be submissive to your husbands," thing.
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the case for ELECTING women to government leadership roles.
It is obvious that the social behavior of men has reached a saturation point. Dating back to Thomas 'Sex-Slave-Owner' Jefferson's insatiable physical appetite for black women through the well documented Chappaquiddick's-'Car-Wreck' Ted, Clarence 'Supreme Pubic-Hair' Thomas, Bill 'Blue Dress' Clinton, George H. W. 'Butt-Pinchin' Bush to the current 'Hound Dogs the likes of Trump 'Grab-Their-Junk' and 'Weired-Mall-Boy-Roy,' we now see clearly...it's time to elect women to our political leadership positions. Tell the fellas to clean out their desks and make sure they take their 'Playboy Magazines.' Remind the older Farts to take their viagra pills with them.
The only hurdle to this new political day may be getting votes from those crazy ass Evangelicals who still subscribe to the incorrect interruption of Colossians 3:18...that "wives be submissive to your husbands," thing.
(Touch)Vote Woman
Friday, November 17, 2017
Morons and Guns Galore
The act of terrorism is a deliberate (surprise) violent attack against civilians in the hope of gaining political or religious objectives. That's different than a mass murdering of civilians for some deranged pleasure. America has far more mass murders by home-grown White Guys than Terrorist attacks by Brown Guys, however our leadership response, which is tempered by NRA money is imbalanced.
I will not insult you readers by re-visiting killing fields for the purpose of differentiating between mass murders vs. terrorism. Let it suffice to state we have seemingly categorized this madness already. If a Black guy kills, he's a worthless thug that should be executed. If a Muslim kills, he's a radical Jihadist who should be executed quickly and have his countrymen banned from the United States. If the killer is Hispanic then we need to execute him, then round up everybody who looks like him and deport them and build that Wall immediately. However, if the mass killer is an American born 'White Dude,' we need not waste time talking gun-control but write it off as a mental health problem, send out prayers and condolences and turn the page. I've said it before, we are a sick nation that does nothing when 20- six year old school children are murdered at their classroom desks and no attempt is forthcoming to control the escalating number of 300-plus million guns in our country.
The fact is>>the State of Texas has more guns than the entire country of Japan. It's safe to say, America is fast producing a growing number of imbeciles and making it easier for them to purchase guns.
A couple of weeks ago, a Muslim 'terrorist' rented a truck and ran over innocent civilians killing eight. President Trump called for "extreme vetting" of Muslims. A few days later, an Air Force veteran used an automatic weapon and murdered 26-people sitting in Church pews worshiping. After the church mass murders, President Trump failed as he did after other mass murders by Americans to call for "extreme gun control." Draw your own conclusions about our President.
(Touch)Mad World
I will not insult you readers by re-visiting killing fields for the purpose of differentiating between mass murders vs. terrorism. Let it suffice to state we have seemingly categorized this madness already. If a Black guy kills, he's a worthless thug that should be executed. If a Muslim kills, he's a radical Jihadist who should be executed quickly and have his countrymen banned from the United States. If the killer is Hispanic then we need to execute him, then round up everybody who looks like him and deport them and build that Wall immediately. However, if the mass killer is an American born 'White Dude,' we need not waste time talking gun-control but write it off as a mental health problem, send out prayers and condolences and turn the page. I've said it before, we are a sick nation that does nothing when 20- six year old school children are murdered at their classroom desks and no attempt is forthcoming to control the escalating number of 300-plus million guns in our country.
The fact is>>the State of Texas has more guns than the entire country of Japan. It's safe to say, America is fast producing a growing number of imbeciles and making it easier for them to purchase guns.
A couple of weeks ago, a Muslim 'terrorist' rented a truck and ran over innocent civilians killing eight. President Trump called for "extreme vetting" of Muslims. A few days later, an Air Force veteran used an automatic weapon and murdered 26-people sitting in Church pews worshiping. After the church mass murders, President Trump failed as he did after other mass murders by Americans to call for "extreme gun control." Draw your own conclusions about our President.
(Touch)Mad World
Thursday, November 16, 2017
Poor Me
I heard it 'said' yesterday on MLB Sirius radio network: "Pro baseball managers today must tell there players ahead of each game about lineup changes." The former major leaguer speaking stopped short of saying modern players MUST be coddled but the implication was loud and clear.
Check the date...it is the year 2017. Re-read my opening paragraph. This is who we are as a nation...we are people of entitlement. We have softened our expectation of American generations and arrived at a place unfamiliar to me. Today, if we don't get our way or a least given gentle strokes of explanations, we are victims and where there are victims there are perpetrators and perpetrators should be held accountable...accountable for withholding that which somehow 'belongs' rightfully to the victim.
True story...
It was 1955. Sixteen year old Mel was not being groomed as a starter at the basketball season's beginning. At the family supper table, victimized Mel began venting and complaining about the "unfairness" of his coach. Mel's father stopped his oldest son in mid-sentence and sternly admonished his son simply saying, "Boy, if you don't like arrangements around your sport life then you need to do some thing to change it."
That generation of parenting and the accompanying philosophy is dead and long discarded. The result? Today's sport coaches must explain 'why' the little leaguer and the highly paid professional is not playing. Today's leaders who find public accounts of their leadership unflattering reference those reports as 'fake' and other high ranking government officials caught in repeated lies testifying before Congress insist at day's end, "I told the truth."
Simply stated..."It ain't my fault...I'm a victim."
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Poor Me
Check the date...it is the year 2017. Re-read my opening paragraph. This is who we are as a nation...we are people of entitlement. We have softened our expectation of American generations and arrived at a place unfamiliar to me. Today, if we don't get our way or a least given gentle strokes of explanations, we are victims and where there are victims there are perpetrators and perpetrators should be held accountable...accountable for withholding that which somehow 'belongs' rightfully to the victim.
True story...
It was 1955. Sixteen year old Mel was not being groomed as a starter at the basketball season's beginning. At the family supper table, victimized Mel began venting and complaining about the "unfairness" of his coach. Mel's father stopped his oldest son in mid-sentence and sternly admonished his son simply saying, "Boy, if you don't like arrangements around your sport life then you need to do some thing to change it."
That generation of parenting and the accompanying philosophy is dead and long discarded. The result? Today's sport coaches must explain 'why' the little leaguer and the highly paid professional is not playing. Today's leaders who find public accounts of their leadership unflattering reference those reports as 'fake' and other high ranking government officials caught in repeated lies testifying before Congress insist at day's end, "I told the truth."
Simply stated..."It ain't my fault...I'm a victim."
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Poor Me
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Faith and Religion
It has been stated that 'religion' is man's creation to support his deeper feelings of 'faith.' Of course, the 'faith' I reference is that personal conviction of a God who created and designed a universe and everything in it. Christians believe that God sent His son, Jesus-Christ to die for our sins, which provides a pathway to our eternal life should we acknowledge Christ as our Savior. Faith is that simple. Religion is not so simple. If religion was simple we'd have but one religion. Since man cannot agree on how we should interpret and live our faith, he must subscribe to a doctrine that offers guidelines and since man cannot agree on many things we note the emergence of many religious doctrines and even see some religions that claim they are not religions but 'non- denominational.' Man tends to find a 'doctrine,' which fits his own perceptions and views on life.
Most often, I find people, as myself, who grew up in a religion's doctrine and stuck with it. That religious doctrine was instilled in me and I thus felt comfortable. In other circumstances, I note a gravitation to a religious doctrine resulting from inter-religion marriages or social issues, which enter the Church for debate. It is this latter point that in many ways has contaminated religion...note, I said it contaminated religion not faith. It is my humble opinion that when we invite politics into our churches we run the risk of corrupting that religion. Corruption occurs because social issue debates requires picking sides and picking sides begs a judgement. Political party's placate religions as the manipulate certain social beliefs known to be hot button church issues all for the purpose of being elected to office. Oh, I well know the next comment from my Church brothers and sisters, 'follow biblical scripture and you will be on the side of righteousness.' If that's the case, why then do we have so many different religions? Could it be there arises conflict of biblical scripture interpretation? I think so! And that said, the one scripture passage I've never found is the one where Christ charges His followers to judge one-another until he returns. Since I am a sinner, I want sinners sitting next to me in church...not pure Holy people because those are ghosts and ghosts frighten me.
Regarding 'faith,' religion and a church, I often wonder if a simple Chapel could do?
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The Chapel
Most often, I find people, as myself, who grew up in a religion's doctrine and stuck with it. That religious doctrine was instilled in me and I thus felt comfortable. In other circumstances, I note a gravitation to a religious doctrine resulting from inter-religion marriages or social issues, which enter the Church for debate. It is this latter point that in many ways has contaminated religion...note, I said it contaminated religion not faith. It is my humble opinion that when we invite politics into our churches we run the risk of corrupting that religion. Corruption occurs because social issue debates requires picking sides and picking sides begs a judgement. Political party's placate religions as the manipulate certain social beliefs known to be hot button church issues all for the purpose of being elected to office. Oh, I well know the next comment from my Church brothers and sisters, 'follow biblical scripture and you will be on the side of righteousness.' If that's the case, why then do we have so many different religions? Could it be there arises conflict of biblical scripture interpretation? I think so! And that said, the one scripture passage I've never found is the one where Christ charges His followers to judge one-another until he returns. Since I am a sinner, I want sinners sitting next to me in church...not pure Holy people because those are ghosts and ghosts frighten me.
Regarding 'faith,' religion and a church, I often wonder if a simple Chapel could do?
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The Chapel
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Boy! Was that FUN?
Time was long overdo...we needed new cell phones. My wife and I were sad owners of IPhones#4. Continue reading after you stop laughing! Understand this, if a gadget has more moving parts than a watermelon, I'm in trouble. And I've been to my local Best Buy Store so many times over the years that I'm on first name basis with most employees. Put it this way...when my wife and I walked through the entrance into Best Buy in search of new phones yesterday, several blue-shirted Geeks saw me and began ducking behind counters hoping they not to wait on me.
We finally lured Josh out from behind the mobile-accessories' display board to help us. When we pulled out our tattered and worn IPhones #4, I noticed he began biting his lower lip to keep from laughing aloud. It didn't take him long to determine he was dealing with two technological morons. He suggested that any phone more equipped than a IPhone#6 would be useless in our possession.
We began this 'new' IPhone purchase journey @ 10:00AM and exited the Best Buy premises at 12:20PM. We each had new cell phones, which cost more than our first automobile.. At one point during our purchasing process, Josh had asked for so damn many password numbers and ICloud numbers that I stopped him in mid-sentence and explained to the twenty-something year old, "Josh, I know my home address, my telephone number and my social security number...that's all! I'm seventy -eight soon to be seventy-nine. I remember 'dial-less' telephones that weighed more than most desk-top computers today. And when I picked that telephone up off the receiver back in 1949, a live female voice asked Me, "Number Please." "Therefore Josh, just bag-up the two cell phones and we shall leave, go home and eagerly await our grandchildren visiting Thanksgiving."
(Touch) Operator?
We finally lured Josh out from behind the mobile-accessories' display board to help us. When we pulled out our tattered and worn IPhones #4, I noticed he began biting his lower lip to keep from laughing aloud. It didn't take him long to determine he was dealing with two technological morons. He suggested that any phone more equipped than a IPhone#6 would be useless in our possession.
We began this 'new' IPhone purchase journey @ 10:00AM and exited the Best Buy premises at 12:20PM. We each had new cell phones, which cost more than our first automobile.. At one point during our purchasing process, Josh had asked for so damn many password numbers and ICloud numbers that I stopped him in mid-sentence and explained to the twenty-something year old, "Josh, I know my home address, my telephone number and my social security number...that's all! I'm seventy -eight soon to be seventy-nine. I remember 'dial-less' telephones that weighed more than most desk-top computers today. And when I picked that telephone up off the receiver back in 1949, a live female voice asked Me, "Number Please." "Therefore Josh, just bag-up the two cell phones and we shall leave, go home and eagerly await our grandchildren visiting Thanksgiving."
(Touch) Operator?
Monday, November 13, 2017
Wait in Line For That Cherry Pie
Kruta Bakery is located in Collinsville , IL. It was not always there. Back in the day, Kruta was in East St. Louis along with another great bakery called Biersdorfer. Across the river on 'The Hill,' you can visit another terrific bakery...Missouri Bakery. These bakeries have two commonalities: great tasting pastries and a long line of patrons holding numbers waiting to make their purchase. Many times, I held a number one higher than the person in front of me who ultimately bought the last canola.
People don't mind waiting in long lines if the perceived 'pay-off merits the fortitude. I have waited in long lines to eat, pee and be entertained. The pee-line always seemed to move the slowest.
We Americans are coming to the holiday seasons where the various lines we encounter are indeed longer, moving slowly and filled with eroding joyous spirit. I'm talking about those SAM'S CLUB lines, grocery stores lines and shopping mall lines. My wife and I have left that mall Christmas present purchase line by giving money to our kids and grandchildren, etc. That decision was made primarily due to the generational fashion appreciation chasm with the younger set. Hallelujah, one less line.
I don't mind standing in the holiday food-purchase line because it's the one time a year that I'm going to ignore my diabetic-diet and buy my favorite pie at Thanksgiving and Christmas.
(Touch)Cherry Pie
People don't mind waiting in long lines if the perceived 'pay-off merits the fortitude. I have waited in long lines to eat, pee and be entertained. The pee-line always seemed to move the slowest.
We Americans are coming to the holiday seasons where the various lines we encounter are indeed longer, moving slowly and filled with eroding joyous spirit. I'm talking about those SAM'S CLUB lines, grocery stores lines and shopping mall lines. My wife and I have left that mall Christmas present purchase line by giving money to our kids and grandchildren, etc. That decision was made primarily due to the generational fashion appreciation chasm with the younger set. Hallelujah, one less line.
I don't mind standing in the holiday food-purchase line because it's the one time a year that I'm going to ignore my diabetic-diet and buy my favorite pie at Thanksgiving and Christmas.
(Touch)Cherry Pie
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Who Should Be Fired?
Yesterday, November 11, 2017 on Veterans' Day, posted my blog remembering the brave military men and women throughout the years who have protected our nation. I particularly wished to acknowledge the families of veterans who suffered the ultimate loss of loved ones.
After posting that blog, I turned to the morning television news and note that President Trump did have a couple of brief face-to-face conversations the day before with Russian President Putin. Afterword's while speaking with American reporters on Air Force One, President Trump reassured reporters that he once again asked Putin if his government meddled in the 2016 American election. Trump said, once again Putin said, "absolutely no." Trump continued saying, "I can't stand a argue with him and I believe him."
Our American President denies all United States intelligence agencies evidence of Russian meddling in our 2016 election and has no problem arguing with our intelligence leaders about their findings, however he accepts the Russian leader's words of denial. And the Trump's supporters buy-in.
And Trump wants to "Fire that son-of -a-bitch" (NFL football player) whom he believes shows disrespect to our nation? I ask, what about our President's disrespect of the hundreds of American intelligence agents (spies) who risk their lives in heroic missions on behalf of this nation?
This guy is a bona fide dumb ass
(Touch)Dumb Ass
After posting that blog, I turned to the morning television news and note that President Trump did have a couple of brief face-to-face conversations the day before with Russian President Putin. Afterword's while speaking with American reporters on Air Force One, President Trump reassured reporters that he once again asked Putin if his government meddled in the 2016 American election. Trump said, once again Putin said, "absolutely no." Trump continued saying, "I can't stand a argue with him and I believe him."
Our American President denies all United States intelligence agencies evidence of Russian meddling in our 2016 election and has no problem arguing with our intelligence leaders about their findings, however he accepts the Russian leader's words of denial. And the Trump's supporters buy-in.
And Trump wants to "Fire that son-of -a-bitch" (NFL football player) whom he believes shows disrespect to our nation? I ask, what about our President's disrespect of the hundreds of American intelligence agents (spies) who risk their lives in heroic missions on behalf of this nation?
This guy is a bona fide dumb ass
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Saturday, November 11, 2017
My Sincere Gratitude
May I pause this Veterans' Day and offer my sincere thanks and gratitude to every man and woman living and passed who served in the various military branches of the United States. The commitment, dedication and sometimes ultimate sacrifice is duly noted with grateful humbleness.
As noted, in some instances wives, children, mothers, fathers and siblings were forced to pick up pieces of broken lives while others were oblivious to such pain. I was old enough to recall the tears and angst of my own mother as she waited two-years for my father to return from the World War II battlefields of Germany and France.
On this Veterans' Day may this Nation pause and think Thanksgiving.
(Touch)A Special Salute
As noted, in some instances wives, children, mothers, fathers and siblings were forced to pick up pieces of broken lives while others were oblivious to such pain. I was old enough to recall the tears and angst of my own mother as she waited two-years for my father to return from the World War II battlefields of Germany and France.
On this Veterans' Day may this Nation pause and think Thanksgiving.
(Touch)A Special Salute
Friday, November 10, 2017
Advantage 'Old Farts.'
I acknowledge that my daily Rants can come-off as a diatribe or a bitter piece of writing. Many times, I bemoan the angst found in aging. Well, today allow me to shift gears and underscore some 'senior-status' advantages namely found in the proverbial 'discount.'
Early mornings, I can grab my first senior discount at the nearby McDonald's with a 64-cents cup of coffee and unlimited refills. My haircut these days has become a win-win for me and the barber. Non-seniors pay $18 for a haircut...my oldster's discount is $4 cheaper. When I used to pay 'full price' I tipped the barber $2; which brought the total to $20. I now tip $3, which increases the barber's money and still saves me money...win-win. Speaking of haircuts. Toy Poodle Yodie's haircut costs a non-Senior dog owner $40. Senior 'pooper-scooper-picker-uppers' pay just thirty-six bucks. Just?
My wife sends AARP a minimum yearly auto-club payment and we get road side service for flat tires, breakdowns or forgetting that gasoline is a necessity. I've noticed most restaurants will darn near give food away to old farts if we eat at four o'clock.
These senior-years are exciting times. Why just yesterday, I got one of those senior-citizen magazines and saw an advertisement for Pink Flamingo yard decorations. If you purchase one 4-foot tall pink bird for $19.95, you get a second pink bird for half price AND seniors get three two-foot baby pink birds at no cost. I ordered enough to give our three children each a complete set of Pink Flamingos for Christmas. I know they are going to love them because this past summer, I heard the children whispering about the three new Pink Flamingos we put in our backyard...I pick up on that kind of envy...I may be old but I'm not dumb.
(Touch)Old Farts Gain
Early mornings, I can grab my first senior discount at the nearby McDonald's with a 64-cents cup of coffee and unlimited refills. My haircut these days has become a win-win for me and the barber. Non-seniors pay $18 for a haircut...my oldster's discount is $4 cheaper. When I used to pay 'full price' I tipped the barber $2; which brought the total to $20. I now tip $3, which increases the barber's money and still saves me money...win-win. Speaking of haircuts. Toy Poodle Yodie's haircut costs a non-Senior dog owner $40. Senior 'pooper-scooper-picker-uppers' pay just thirty-six bucks. Just?
My wife sends AARP a minimum yearly auto-club payment and we get road side service for flat tires, breakdowns or forgetting that gasoline is a necessity. I've noticed most restaurants will darn near give food away to old farts if we eat at four o'clock.
These senior-years are exciting times. Why just yesterday, I got one of those senior-citizen magazines and saw an advertisement for Pink Flamingo yard decorations. If you purchase one 4-foot tall pink bird for $19.95, you get a second pink bird for half price AND seniors get three two-foot baby pink birds at no cost. I ordered enough to give our three children each a complete set of Pink Flamingos for Christmas. I know they are going to love them because this past summer, I heard the children whispering about the three new Pink Flamingos we put in our backyard...I pick up on that kind of envy...I may be old but I'm not dumb.
(Touch)Old Farts Gain
Thursday, November 9, 2017
Sometimes You Must be Sorry
I've heard, as you have heard people say, What was he thinking? Why would she do that? We are often dumbfounded trying to understand the behavior or actions of others. There's a song with an opening line, "How many times have you heard someone say, If I had his money, I'd do things my way." We all do some things 'our way,' which can perplex others.
We should be thankful for that brain component that permits the ability to rationalize. I believe if we lacked this rationalization-argument, we'd have more people jumping off tall buildings. All folks engage in some behavior that satisfies need, greed and pleasure. Some needs are basic while some need is self-serving or giving...it can be a mixed bag and often is. I know this to be true because my personal scorecard reflects all the above. Welcome rationalization. Through the years, I have often used rationalization to defend or forgive my actions or bask in self praise. I need not jump from a tall building...I had 'good' reasons for my behavior...so I rationalized.
Like much in life, more IS NOT better. Too much rationalization without regret or forgiveness is dangerous. I would thank all for their tolerance and forgiveness of my offensive behavior. If you must draw upon your ability to rationalize on my behalf to forgive...I am most appreciative.
(Touch)Say 'Sorry'
We should be thankful for that brain component that permits the ability to rationalize. I believe if we lacked this rationalization-argument, we'd have more people jumping off tall buildings. All folks engage in some behavior that satisfies need, greed and pleasure. Some needs are basic while some need is self-serving or giving...it can be a mixed bag and often is. I know this to be true because my personal scorecard reflects all the above. Welcome rationalization. Through the years, I have often used rationalization to defend or forgive my actions or bask in self praise. I need not jump from a tall building...I had 'good' reasons for my behavior...so I rationalized.
Like much in life, more IS NOT better. Too much rationalization without regret or forgiveness is dangerous. I would thank all for their tolerance and forgiveness of my offensive behavior. If you must draw upon your ability to rationalize on my behalf to forgive...I am most appreciative.
(Touch)Say 'Sorry'
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
You May Wish To Pick One
Most churches offer two Sunday morning services these days. Often the first or early service is the more traditional platform while the second service is usually the more 'contemporary' format. There are three distinct ways in which folks can identify the differences between the two services:
1) men's wearing apparel; traditional service men are decked-out in sport coats, ties and smart leather shoes while the contemporary fellas are seemingly more comfy in jeans, pullover shirts and tennis shoes. 2) music, ah, the music. Traditional pew-sitters sing out the old gospel hymns, i.e. Amazing Grace and How Great Thou Art trying to be heard over a rather loud organ. The contemporary service-singers will find themselves repeating thirty times a four sentence-phrase while guitars and drums aid the effort. 3) Of course, you've already guessed that the third distinction between services is found in age differences. Older grey-beards who cannot sleep in on a Sunday morning attend the traditional service and the younger folks prefer the later offering.
I'm relatively sure that the Lord cares little about what we wear or how we sing as much as He cares about the 82% of professed Christians who didn't attend either service on any given Sunday.
(Touch)Do I Hear a Train Whistle?
1) men's wearing apparel; traditional service men are decked-out in sport coats, ties and smart leather shoes while the contemporary fellas are seemingly more comfy in jeans, pullover shirts and tennis shoes. 2) music, ah, the music. Traditional pew-sitters sing out the old gospel hymns, i.e. Amazing Grace and How Great Thou Art trying to be heard over a rather loud organ. The contemporary service-singers will find themselves repeating thirty times a four sentence-phrase while guitars and drums aid the effort. 3) Of course, you've already guessed that the third distinction between services is found in age differences. Older grey-beards who cannot sleep in on a Sunday morning attend the traditional service and the younger folks prefer the later offering.
I'm relatively sure that the Lord cares little about what we wear or how we sing as much as He cares about the 82% of professed Christians who didn't attend either service on any given Sunday.
(Touch)Do I Hear a Train Whistle?
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Miss Soda Fountains but not Wool Pants
If you stick around and welcome a lot of New Years', you notice many things fade into the past thus becoming fuzzy-memories. Many of those disappearing fades, fashions and activities can be chalked up as good riddance while a few tug at the nostalgic heartstrings.
I surely don't miss those Sunday-go-to-Church wool dress trousers or those wool youth baseball uniforms worn on a hot-humid East St. Louis July summer days. I could only survive that wool when wearing cotton pajama bottoms between skin and wool. I also don't miss taking clinkers from the furnace stoker and spreading about the backyard alley way. I don't miss being the designated 'television-rabbit-ears-adjuster.' Thanks for today's remote control.
I do miss those 1950's model automobiles that sported those fender-skirts and whitewall tires. I still have a set of 'curb-finders,' which I saved since 1956. If whitewall tires make a comeback, I got my 'finders' ready to attach. I also miss the local corner drugstore where I could get a cherry phosphate soda. I also miss hearing those neighborhood evening sounds: kids' voices, newsboys hawking papers and roving push-cart vendors yelling out their pitch, "Red Hot...Gets Your Red Hots!"
Now...at seventy-eight years old, I find myself too often, too clueless. The age of technology challenges me at every turn. One no longer buys a television and simply plug it into the outlet. Land line telephones and Smart (cell) phones require an electrical engineering degree while Internet trouble shooting moxie creates a first-name relationship with all the Best Buy 'Geeks.'
Some times I feel out of place.
(Touch)Stranger in Paradise
I surely don't miss those Sunday-go-to-Church wool dress trousers or those wool youth baseball uniforms worn on a hot-humid East St. Louis July summer days. I could only survive that wool when wearing cotton pajama bottoms between skin and wool. I also don't miss taking clinkers from the furnace stoker and spreading about the backyard alley way. I don't miss being the designated 'television-rabbit-ears-adjuster.' Thanks for today's remote control.
I do miss those 1950's model automobiles that sported those fender-skirts and whitewall tires. I still have a set of 'curb-finders,' which I saved since 1956. If whitewall tires make a comeback, I got my 'finders' ready to attach. I also miss the local corner drugstore where I could get a cherry phosphate soda. I also miss hearing those neighborhood evening sounds: kids' voices, newsboys hawking papers and roving push-cart vendors yelling out their pitch, "Red Hot...Gets Your Red Hots!"
Now...at seventy-eight years old, I find myself too often, too clueless. The age of technology challenges me at every turn. One no longer buys a television and simply plug it into the outlet. Land line telephones and Smart (cell) phones require an electrical engineering degree while Internet trouble shooting moxie creates a first-name relationship with all the Best Buy 'Geeks.'
Some times I feel out of place.
(Touch)Stranger in Paradise
Monday, November 6, 2017
Selective Outrage & Lacking Leadership
I hear angry voices regarding the Muslims and the generalization that if one is Muslim they automatically subscribe to the worst tentacles of Sharia law and then tie all Muslims to the ISIS mission from hell. On the heels of any act of terrorism committed in America by a lone-wolf Islamic radical motivates our current government leaders to cry for stronger scrutinizing of Muslims and more intense vetting of Middle-east immigrants, which often leads to banning certain nations from entry to the United States.
I hear many of those same angry voices express resistance to any call for the examination of gun-control when six year old elementary students are murdered in classrooms by crazy white men or movie goers are slaughtered as they await a presentation again by some white guy. It's too early to discuss gun-control the week 59- Vegas concert goers are killed by a deranged white guy cowardly killing for fun. If our schools, theaters and concert venues are no longer safe havens is not our houses of worship? The answer is obviously NO!
How can there be outrage when mass killings are committed by some folks and no outrage when mass killings are committed by other folks?
We will hear idiotic Gobbledygook counter arguments to any gun control discussion or discussion of mental health issues. Too easy for too many people to obtain too many guns.
No longer are there any 'safe zones' in America.
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We Need Real Leadership
I hear many of those same angry voices express resistance to any call for the examination of gun-control when six year old elementary students are murdered in classrooms by crazy white men or movie goers are slaughtered as they await a presentation again by some white guy. It's too early to discuss gun-control the week 59- Vegas concert goers are killed by a deranged white guy cowardly killing for fun. If our schools, theaters and concert venues are no longer safe havens is not our houses of worship? The answer is obviously NO!
How can there be outrage when mass killings are committed by some folks and no outrage when mass killings are committed by other folks?
We will hear idiotic Gobbledygook counter arguments to any gun control discussion or discussion of mental health issues. Too easy for too many people to obtain too many guns.
No longer are there any 'safe zones' in America.
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We Need Real Leadership
Saturday, November 4, 2017
I Know A Place
The very popular television comedy sitcom finds lead character, 'Sheldon,' the self-centered socially oblivious intellectual nerd often insisting that the end seat on his three-cushioned couch is 'My spot.' Well, I suppose we all have our 'spot.' That favorite easy chair or place where we best relax. As I reflect, I have always had that mental retreat spot or place, also. That place I sought for privacy, reflection and revitalization.
The first time I became aware of this need for a safe and sheltered place was during those adolescent years. Perhaps on the heels of a disagreement with a friend or some admonishment from an adult, I simply wanted to be alone; off by myself with my own thoughts and personal mental-psyche recovery. I found such a 'spot' in my grandparents backyard on an old tree stump. It was there that I would meditate and express aloud my thoughts to the old family dog named, Pal.
In my teen years, my refuge was alone in my own backyard shooting baskets and talking to myself about whatever it was occupying my mind. I was totally lost in my own time and space. As years rolled by, I found another spot and this very day it remains my refuge. In our large two-story, four bedroom home, I know a place. During those midnight hours when oft-times my mind-games
deny sleep, I retreat to my finished-basement office. There I can glance at wall photos of former teammates, former players and teams that I coached and recall special times and relationships. I can open family photo albums and count endless blessings. I might choose to open an old worn Bible once owned by my mother. There I can read His words and glance at mom's border notations. Other times, I select from a plethora of music, i.e. Jazz, Blues, Pop Hits, Classical Songs, Broadway or Show Tunes. Thousands of vinyl 45's, LP's and CD's are at my finger tips. Occasionally, Toy Poodle, Yodie follows me to 'my place' and insists on lap sitting, which permits another dimension of mental healing.
I surely hope each of you have 'that place.'
(Touch)I Know a Place
The first time I became aware of this need for a safe and sheltered place was during those adolescent years. Perhaps on the heels of a disagreement with a friend or some admonishment from an adult, I simply wanted to be alone; off by myself with my own thoughts and personal mental-psyche recovery. I found such a 'spot' in my grandparents backyard on an old tree stump. It was there that I would meditate and express aloud my thoughts to the old family dog named, Pal.
In my teen years, my refuge was alone in my own backyard shooting baskets and talking to myself about whatever it was occupying my mind. I was totally lost in my own time and space. As years rolled by, I found another spot and this very day it remains my refuge. In our large two-story, four bedroom home, I know a place. During those midnight hours when oft-times my mind-games
deny sleep, I retreat to my finished-basement office. There I can glance at wall photos of former teammates, former players and teams that I coached and recall special times and relationships. I can open family photo albums and count endless blessings. I might choose to open an old worn Bible once owned by my mother. There I can read His words and glance at mom's border notations. Other times, I select from a plethora of music, i.e. Jazz, Blues, Pop Hits, Classical Songs, Broadway or Show Tunes. Thousands of vinyl 45's, LP's and CD's are at my finger tips. Occasionally, Toy Poodle, Yodie follows me to 'my place' and insists on lap sitting, which permits another dimension of mental healing.
I surely hope each of you have 'that place.'
(Touch)I Know a Place
Friday, November 3, 2017
Gotta a Plan?
Proverbs 22:6..."Start children off on the way they should go and even when they are old they will not turn from it."
I have never thought myself to be an expert on religions, however I will claim observation knowledge regarding the transformation of Methodism from the late 1940's to present times. The John Wesley folks have always held more 'meetings' than a local school board, which usually consumes itself with the three B's, which are Beans (cafeteria costs) Buses (everybody's kid picked up on time) and Basketball (are we gunna have a winning team or do we need a new coach).
The Methodist Church has changed in other ways. No more Sunday evening services, no Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting and go easy on 'talking Hell Fire and Damnation' from the pulpit.' Today's sermons take on more of a 'feel good message' so as not to scare folks away...bad for business. CERTAINLY, THOSE TELEVISION EVANGELIST ARE MORE INTERESTED IN YOUR MONEY THAN YOUR SOUL. Just recently, my wife requested I hurry because she wanted to go to Walmart. I told her, "Relax,Walmart is like heaven and hell...open 24/7.
I am a grateful father and grandfather. Although none of our grown children remained in the Methodist journey, they nevertheless appear to have a game plan to meet in that 'sweet by and by.' We have two non-denominational families and one Presbyterian gang...and Peace be with you.
(Touch)Sweet By & By
I have never thought myself to be an expert on religions, however I will claim observation knowledge regarding the transformation of Methodism from the late 1940's to present times. The John Wesley folks have always held more 'meetings' than a local school board, which usually consumes itself with the three B's, which are Beans (cafeteria costs) Buses (everybody's kid picked up on time) and Basketball (are we gunna have a winning team or do we need a new coach).
The Methodist Church has changed in other ways. No more Sunday evening services, no Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting and go easy on 'talking Hell Fire and Damnation' from the pulpit.' Today's sermons take on more of a 'feel good message' so as not to scare folks away...bad for business. CERTAINLY, THOSE TELEVISION EVANGELIST ARE MORE INTERESTED IN YOUR MONEY THAN YOUR SOUL. Just recently, my wife requested I hurry because she wanted to go to Walmart. I told her, "Relax,Walmart is like heaven and hell...open 24/7.
I am a grateful father and grandfather. Although none of our grown children remained in the Methodist journey, they nevertheless appear to have a game plan to meet in that 'sweet by and by.' We have two non-denominational families and one Presbyterian gang...and Peace be with you.
(Touch)Sweet By & By
Thursday, November 2, 2017
Circle Talk
Hillary Clinton is NOT President. Okay, let's embrace that fact, Hillary is not President. Donald Trump IS President. That said, the reality is it's ALL ON Trump. There were all kinds of reasons people may have voted for Trump. Let's examine a few: Trump was going to: 1) strengthen the military, 2) repeal & replace Obamacare, 3) deliver tax reform, 4) keep terrorist out, 5) build a wall to keep Hispanics out, 6) reduce subsides programs, and 7) promote White Nationalism, 8) take a hard line against minorities and some religions. (Note: Much of that latter message was delivered in code). I'm sure there are other reasons for which folks voted for Trump, not to overlook a genuine hatred for Hillary Clinton.
Congratulations! You're man won...he (Trump) is President. Hillary is Not President, therefore leave Hillary out of the debate-equation. I'm a St. Louis Cardinals baseball fan; when Matt Carpenter strikes out with the bases loaded, I'm not interested is some dumb-ass statement about the time Ozzie Smith struck out with the bases loaded. Ozzie is no longer in the lineup. Let me state it another way...Ozzie ain't in the game. Hillary ain't in the game. Everything is on Trump. As the saying goes: "The Buck Stops There."
If you still feel a need to defend Trump, I support and celebrate your right to do so but shall we elevate the conversational debate level ? It's speculation what kind of President Hillary or Willie Nelson would be and it's really insignificant if your dad could've beaten up my dad. The conversation hence forth should be about our President (Trump) and his performance.
(Touch)Will It Go Round In Circles
Congratulations! You're man won...he (Trump) is President. Hillary is Not President, therefore leave Hillary out of the debate-equation. I'm a St. Louis Cardinals baseball fan; when Matt Carpenter strikes out with the bases loaded, I'm not interested is some dumb-ass statement about the time Ozzie Smith struck out with the bases loaded. Ozzie is no longer in the lineup. Let me state it another way...Ozzie ain't in the game. Hillary ain't in the game. Everything is on Trump. As the saying goes: "The Buck Stops There."
If you still feel a need to defend Trump, I support and celebrate your right to do so but shall we elevate the conversational debate level ? It's speculation what kind of President Hillary or Willie Nelson would be and it's really insignificant if your dad could've beaten up my dad. The conversation hence forth should be about our President (Trump) and his performance.
(Touch)Will It Go Round In Circles
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Baby You're No Good
I remember my parents saying 'stuff' like "Birds of a Feather Flock Together" and "You'll be judged by the company you keep." All that Gobbledygook was to warn me about being selective in making friends. You know the message, don't run with bums and delinquents. Umm, looking back on things, I wonder how many mothers warned their boys about 'my kind,' whatever that was? Ah, I had good friends. Some of us could be idiots at times predicated on some choices we made but for the most part, we all became productive without being incarcerated.
There is much to be said about 'birds of a feather' however. Just examine President Donald Trump and those with whom he has surrounded himself. Trump is notorious for pontificating 'his' own truth on matters and refuses to accept facts that may be unpleasant for him. Example: The majority of Democrats and Republicans accept the fact the Russia meddled in our 2016 presidential election...Trump thinks the culprit could have been your fat nephew. Even White House staffer Kellyanne Conwawy purports, "We are entitled to 'alternative facts." Trump is known for his propensity to lie as are his two Generals, Flynn and Kelly. Trump is extremely arrogant and incapable of apologizing; well they don't get much more arrogant than Steve Brannon and the honorable General Kelly, when caught lying about a Congresswoman stated, "I'll never apologize to her." Thata' boy, Semper Fi.
Well, perhaps Donald's mother wasn't into those 'character cliche' reminders to her Little Donnie' and Donnie's dad was too busy running around with his own questionable crowd...The KKK.
(Touch)No Good
There is much to be said about 'birds of a feather' however. Just examine President Donald Trump and those with whom he has surrounded himself. Trump is notorious for pontificating 'his' own truth on matters and refuses to accept facts that may be unpleasant for him. Example: The majority of Democrats and Republicans accept the fact the Russia meddled in our 2016 presidential election...Trump thinks the culprit could have been your fat nephew. Even White House staffer Kellyanne Conwawy purports, "We are entitled to 'alternative facts." Trump is known for his propensity to lie as are his two Generals, Flynn and Kelly. Trump is extremely arrogant and incapable of apologizing; well they don't get much more arrogant than Steve Brannon and the honorable General Kelly, when caught lying about a Congresswoman stated, "I'll never apologize to her." Thata' boy, Semper Fi.
Well, perhaps Donald's mother wasn't into those 'character cliche' reminders to her Little Donnie' and Donnie's dad was too busy running around with his own questionable crowd...The KKK.
(Touch)No Good
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