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Just a...

.... profound short little paragraph.....

 

    "You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the  wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it." 

 

~~~~~ Dr. Adrian Rogers, 1931

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Where's the Outrage...?

     This letter was sent to the Wall Street Journal on August 8, 2008 by Alisa Wilson, Ph.D. Of Beverly Hills , CA . in response to the Wall Street Journal article titled "Where's The Outrage?" that appeared July 31,2008.  

Really. I can tell you where the outrage is. The outrage is here, in this middle-aged, well-educated, upper-middle class woman. The outrage is here, but I have no representation, no voice. The outrage is here, but no one is listening for who am I?  I am not a billionaire like George Soros that can fund an entire political movement. I am not a celebrity like Barbra Streisand that can garner the attention of the press to promote political candidates. I am not a film maker like Michael Moore or Al Gore that can deliver misleading movies to the public.  The outrage is here, but unlike those with money or power, I don't know how to reach those who feel similarly in order to effect change. 

Why am I outraged? I am outraged that my country, the United States of America , is in a state of moral and ethical decline. There is no right or wrong anymore, just what's fair.  Is it fair that millions of Americans who overreached and borrowed more than they could afford are now being bailed out by the government and lending institutions to stave off foreclosure? Why shouldn't these people be made to pay the consequences for their poor judgment?   When my husband and I purchased our home, we were careful to purchase only what we could afford. Believe me, there are much larger, much nicer homes that I would have loved to have purchased. But, taking responsibility for my behavior and my life, I went with the house that we could afford, not the house that we could not afford. The notion of personal responsibility has all but died in our country.  

I am outraged, that the country that welcomed my mother as an immigrant from Hitler's Nazi Germany and required that she and her family learn English now allows itself to be overrun with illegal immigrants and worse, caters to those illegal immigrants.  I am outraged that my hard-earned taxes help support those here illegally. That the Los Angeles Public School District is in such disarray that I felt it incumbent to send my child to private school, that every time I go to the ATM, I see "do you want to continue in English or Spanish?", that every time I call the bank, the phone company , or similar business, I hear "press 1 for English or press 2 for Spanish". WHY? This is America , our common language is English and attempts to promote a bi- or multi-lingual society are sure to fail and to marginalize those who cannot communicate in English.
   I am outraged at our country's weakness in the face of new threats on American traditions from Muslims. Just this week, Tyson's Food negotiated with its union to permit Muslims to have Eid-al-Fitr as a holiday instead of Labor Day. What am I missing? Yes, there is a large Somali Muslim population working at the Tyson's plant in Tennessee.  Tennessee , last I checked, is still part of the United States . If Muslims want to live and work here they should be required to live and work by our American Laws and not impose their will on our long history.  In the same week, Random House announced that they had indefinitely delayed the publication of The Jewel of Medina, by Sherry Jones, a book about the life of Mohammed's wife, Aisha due to fear of retribution and violence by Muslims. When did we become a nation ruled by fear of what other immigrant groups want? It makes me so sad to see large corporations cave rather than stand proudly on the principles that built this country.

   I am outraged because appeasement has never worked as a political policy, yet appeasing Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is exactly what we are trying to do. An excellent article, also published recently in the Wall Street Journal, went through over 20 years of history and why talking with Iran has been and will continue to be ineffective. Yet talk, with a madman no less, we continue to do. Have we so lost our moral compass and its ability to detect evil that we will not go in and destroy Iran 's nuclear program? Would we rather wait for another Holocaust for the Jews - one which they would be unlikely to survive? When does it end?

   As if the battle for good and evil isn't enough, now come the Environmentalists who are so afraid of global warming that they want to put a Bag tax on grocery bags in California; to eliminate Mylar balloons; to establish something as insidious as the recycle police in San Francisco. I do my share for the environment: I recycle, I use water wisely, I installed an energy efficient air conditioning unit But when and where does the lunacy stop?Ahmadinejad wants to wipe Israel off the map, the California economy is being overrun by illegal immigrants, and the United States of America no longer knows right from wrong, good from evil.. So what does California do? Tax grocery bags.

   So, America , although I can tell you where the outrage is, this one middle-aged, well-educated, upper middle class woman is powerless to do anything about it. I don't even feel like my vote counts because I am so outnumbered by those who disagree with me.

     Alisa Wilson, Ph.D. Beverly Hills , California

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HAOM April

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We are bringing back an old favorite this month:  The HorsesAssoftheMonth Award.  As old-timers here will remember, this is an award presented to the most irritating Townhall poster for that particular month (although we have gone outside the posting realm from time to time). 
 
Our panel is never short of nominations, and the tie-breaker remains the same:  first person to pisss off paddy on the day of the competition.
 
So with no further doo-doo (that's French), the winner of the HorsesAssoftheMonth Award for April is:
 
Vladimir Estrogen
 
As always, so as to drive him further crazy, please congratulate him on his award, but do not tell him which award. HAOM winners are blissfully ignorant people, and it is our job to see that they stay that way.
 
Congratulations, Vlad......you've earned it!
 
God bless.....
 
paddy
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Wild Pigs

   A chemistry professor in a large college had some
exchange  students in the class. One day while the class
was in the lab the professor noticed one young man
(exchange student) who kept rubbing his back, and stretching
as if his back hurt.
       The professor asked the young man what was the
matter. The student told him he had a bullet lodged in his
back. He had been shot while fighting communists in his
native country who were trying to overthrow his country's
government and install a new communist government.
      In the midst of his story he looked at theprofessor and
asked a strange question. He asked, 'Do you  know how to
catch wild pigs?'
    The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the
punchline. The young man said this was no joke. 'You catch
wild pigs by finding a suitable place in the woods and
putting corn on the ground. The pigs find it and begin to
come everyday to eat the free corn. When they are use to
coming every day, you put a fence down one side
of the place where they are used to coming. When they get use
to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you
put up another side of the fence. They get use to that
and start to eat again. You continue until you have all four
sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side. The pigs,
who are used to the free corn, start to come through the
gate to eat, you slam the gate on them and catch the
whole herd.
       Suddenly the wild pigs have lost their freedom.
They run around and around inside the fence, but they are
caught.
    Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They
are so used to it that they have forgotten how to forage in
the woods.  The young man then told the professor that is
exactly what he sees happening to America . The government
keeps pushing us toward socialism and keeps spreading the free
corn out in the form of programs such as supplemental
income, tax credit for unearned income, tobacco subsidies, dairy
subsidies, payments not to plant crops (CRP), welfare,
medicine, drugs, etc.. While we continually lose our freedoms --
just a little at a time.
    One should always remember: There is no such
thing as a free lunch! Also, a politician will never provide a
service for you cheaper than you can do it yourself.
    Also, if you see that all of this wonderful government
'help' is a problem confronting the future of democracy in
America , you might want to send this on to your friends. If
you think the free ride is essential to your way of life
then you will probably delete this email, butGod help you
when the gate slams shut!
    A government big enough to give you
everything you want, is big enough to take away everything you
have.
Thomas Jefferson
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Yo ho ho....

Time for a new thread.
 
What better post when you need a post than hearty congratulations to the U.S. Navy and specifically the Seals for the spectacular rescue of Capt. Phillips yesterday. 
 
I happen to own a rifle which is capable of hitting someone in the left eye at 1000 yards, but I can't even imagine making a shot like that from the deck of a ship at sea.  Multply that times three, and you know we've got some serious shooters in our Navy.  Add to that the fact that the captain was in imminenet danger and they become three pressure shots.
 
To update a phrase....three shots...three kills.  I saw a t-shirt at the last gun show I went to that said," I am a sniper.  You can run, but you'll just die tired."  Love it!
 
A few dead pirates sends a loud message, and you can tell the message hit home by the sound of squealing coming from Somalia....
Let's see if they try THAT again....
 
God bless....
 
paddy
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Take me out to the ballgame.....

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Q.:  What is the sweetest sound known to man?
 
A.: No contest.  The crack of the bat!
 
Yes, I know...baby's cry, ocean waves, V8 engine, Sinatra, Led Zeppelin, horse winnie.....all exceptional.
 
But the crack of the bat is the greatest sound of them all....a truly American sound.  To paraphrase Terence Mann in "Field of Dreams," America has been built, erased, and rebuilt again and again....but "baseball has marked the time."  It's still 90 feet to first base and 60 ft. six inches from pitching rubber to home plate; The grass is still green and a home run still changes everything.
 
Today is Opening Day.  Everybody is in first place...just for a day.  Grab a hot dog, some peanuts, and head for the park or pull up a chair in front of the TV.  This is a quintessential American holiday. 
 
God help me I do love it so.....!
 
God bless....
 
paddy
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Grandma's Letter


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She is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car..
She writes:

Dear Paddy,
The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a
Honk if you love Jesus bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly
sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir
performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting.
So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.
Boy, am I glad I did, what an uplifting experience that followed.
I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in
thought about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn't notice that
the light had changed.
It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't
honked, I'd never have noticed.
I found that lots of people love Jesus!
While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy,
and then he leaned out of his window and screamed,
For the love of God! '
Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!'
What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!
Everyone started honking! I just leaned out my window and started
waving and smiling at all those loving people.
I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love!
There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him
yelling something about a sunny beach.
Saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger
stuck up in the air.
I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant.
He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.
Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii , so I leaned out the window
and gave him the good luck sign right back. My grandson burst out
laughing.
Why even he was enjoying this religious experience !! A couple of the
people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of
their cars and started walking towards me.
I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is
when I noticed the light had changed.
So, I waved at all my brothers and sisters grinning, and drove on
through the intersection.
I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection
before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to
leave them after all the love we had shared.
So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the
Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.
Praise the Lord for such wonderful Christian people!
Will write again soon,
Love, Grandma
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