Differing Points of View

Down through the history of the Republican and the Democrat parties, there have always been differing points of view. However, they both had the good of the country in mind. I don’t like the way President Kennedy did things. I really don’t like the way he managed his personal life, but he fought the communists’ countries fiercely and he always had the good of the nation in mind.

Today things are different. Not only do the parties have differing points of view, but the dems do not have well being of the country in mind. They hate the Constitution and are using its precepts to destroy it. Indeed, it is their desire to destroy the country and meld it into a single world government.

Worse yet, they are willing to ignore any law to accomplish it. They have no problem destroying the home of the brave so that they can install their nation of puppets. And yes, they stand accusing others of lying, while all the time telling their own whoppers. If they are caught in their lies and deceptions, then it’s back to their old ways, deny, deny, deny.

They continually demand compromises from the Republicans. Does anyone remember a dem was willing to give an inch. Invariably, in the end, there is no compromise with them. In the end, they win, and we lose. For if we keep compromising, we relinquish everything including our precious freedom.

Then, there will not be any more differing points of view. They will not be permitted. They won’t be allowed, even in thought. If you say something out of line, it won’t be the government after you. It will be your neighbors. It will be those who live across the street or across town. In the end, it will even be your friends in church, until, of course, there are no more churches.

Helmets

Seems every time I turn around, they are coming up with new safety requirements. For some time, I wondered why we are not yet required to wear helmets while riding in cars. Without a doubt, they would help safety. Not only would they save lives, but they would cut down on concussions and eye injuries.

The hitch of course is that it would be necessary to keep a few helmets handy, perhaps in the trunk. You would want to make sure you had helmets for all your passengers, as if they would want to wear them.

For years, my question was, just why haven’t they started having requirements for them. Then it came to me. Wish I could say I thought of it, but I heard it on the radio. Made perfect sense. I mean there are some things that take priority even over safety.

As of yet, they have not come up with a helmet that will not mess up a woman’s hairdo. Until they do, the helmet will remain an option for cars, one rarely used.

Outback for Fiftieth

Went to Outback for our fiftieth anniversary. Met a man as we were going in that that earned a silver star in Korea. Talked very briefly with him and had the privilege to shake his hand.

The people at Outback were very wonderful and attentive. I’m not saying the potato soup was good but the wife about inhaled it. She ate about half of her chicken tenders. Considering her appetite lately, that means she really liked them.

I ordered the pork chops. Figured I’d have no difficulty downing two them, until I saw them. I gave it my best efforts but I had to admit defeat after a little more than 1 1/2.

To be sure, I do from time to time register my complaints with restaurants. In this case, I have no complaints and I feel I should mention that to one and all too.

Still, maybe one day I’ll meet that veteran of Korea and Vietnam and spend a few minutes with him, that is, if he would permit. Such men receive far too little recognition.

Real Racism

Margaret Sanger was an admitted racist. She created Planned Parenthood with the sole purpose of eliminating the African-American race. That is real racism. That is the ultimate picture of racism.

Planned Parenthood is racist. They may not openly admt to it, but most of their abortion clinics are in black communities. Sorta same-same. Based on this, I am going to take a real risk, and say that Planned Parenthood is racist.

I will also really take a giant step out there and say that those who provide political and financial support to Planned Parenthood support racism, even if they aren’t racist. I mean, they are supporting the inhalation of all black people. Maybe they are trying to claim ignorance.

Now. Stop and think. Who are those who support Planned Parenthood. I suppose right at the top…Democrat party. Virtually every democrat senator, most democrat representatives, perhaps all. Certainly Joe is one of their biggest cheerleaders.

Maybe, if you try really hard, you just might think of a few.

By the way. I don’t support Planned Parenthood. I find Sanger’s ideas appalling. It is not just wrong; it is non-Christian; and un-American.

Perhaps, you’re one of those that, now being enlightened, that will pull any and all support from Planned Parenthood, both direct and indirect. Besides the Democrat party, there are a few charities, labor unions, and other organizations that contribute to them.

Ending With a Preposition

Under the rules of English, we are never to end a sentence with a preposition. Oddly, old though I am, I have been doing it all my life. Actually, most of us do. Many don’t know it…or care.

For those unaware, we should not say, “What did you do that for?” It’s more correct to say, “Why did you do that?”

Words such as to, with, for, on and the like are prepositions and, technically require objects, or a word immediately following it associated with it. For instance, in the previous sentence, I used it with with. (Careful how you read that)

Though I was taught in high school, I rarely paid it much attention. Near as I can tell, few ever noticed. Then I started writing, with a grammar checker. Seemed, every time I turned around, the grammar checker told me, “You can’t do that. It’s not proper. “

Many times, I welcome those suggestions. Other times I want to tell the smart Alecky thing to just stuff it.

I hate to admit it, but sometimes, I just can’t say what I want to say unless I end the sentence with to, with or one of those other little words. Well, I guess I could, but it would either be long or awkward.

I know there are those who adhere to this rule, but sometimes I think we need to take a vote. Time to eliminate it. At least they should make it a little optional.

For my aside, ever since I’ve been writing, it seems I’m getting more critical of others speech, which I really don’t much care for. (Please forgive the terminating for.) Nonetheless, there is one irritation I’ve developed that one irritant I believe to be valid. It seems folks do like to overuse “ing.” Why say hoping when you mean hope. Why say guessing when you mean guess. They truly do have separate meanings and I hear news reporters do it all the time. I’m not even sure it’s ever been addressed before. Ing is already a very common word ending. We just don’t need to add to them.

I’m guessing you can let me known what you all are thinking about it. I’ll be letting you.

Ping Pong Balls

Just curious. Maybe someone could tell me. What if they filled the lower parts of the the Titanic with ping pong balls? Would it have floated any longer? If so, how much longer? Would it have saved any lives? Can someone out there tell me?

I suppose before we do start putting any such thing in boats, large and small, we should determine their cost per cubic foot, which does bring up another question.

I suppose it’s a poitless question if they would need to be replaced every now and again. Still, I think if I had a boat, I’d investigate the whole idea.

Wonder what would happen should I walk into a sporting goods store and bought out their stock. Then again, they might not let me. Some folks do use them for table tennis.

However, they do have one characteristic that makes me think about them. Punch a hole in one, thousands more remain buoyant.

A Deserved Good Word

I had reason to visit the Mississippi Department of Safety (drivers licenses and such) at Batesville this morning. I was ill prepared and it could have turned into an all day thing.

Instead, the folks there were very helpful as well as friendly. After a couple of hours I was on my way.

I just figured they deserve a good word or two. The world would be far better if it were full of folks such as these.

Open Defiance!

Some call it this. Some call it that. I call it open defiance. Men want to call themselves women. Women want to call themselves men. Joe calls a man woman of the year, or whatever it was. Sorta makes the title meaningless, doesn’t it.

The woman that killed those 6 people called herself a man. I call her a murderer. It’s simple. She chose to murder. That makes her a murderer.

Instantly, that is, without hesitation, Joe said it’s time to outlaw assault weapons, though he hasn’t a clue as to what constitutes an assault weapon.

The truth is, we live in a world where people like to say up is down; good is bad; women are men; and guns are responsible for crime.

The real truth is this murder began years and years ago when this woman was never taught the sanctity of human life. I can assure you, right now she knows just how important human life is to God… a little late. More than that, she now knows she was a woman. Moreover, she now knows right from wrong. It is a real shame someone couldn’t take her aside and convince her of the real truth years ago.

So in an open act of defiance, she killed 6 people, 3 of which were children. She is responsible for their deaths. The guns cannot claim the responsibility. Those that made the guns cannot in any way claim the responsibility. That woman pointed those weapons and she alone pulled the trigger.

It was an open act of defiance.

Think, think, think! Just what kind of a person kills 3 kids. I have but 1 answer. An evil person without conscious.

I. R. S.

Of those things I face repeatedly, nothing, but nothing causes me more anxiety than my yearly tax preparation. Somehow, I suspect I’m far from being alone. After all, there are thousands who make much of their living during tax season.

Even then, most of us live in fear of forgetting or ignorance of some little thing that just might result in what just might be the most feared word in our country, AUDIT.

What makes you most anxious?