Anti-Gun Nit Wit Ad

I was watching Cavuto on Fox News this morning when an ad came on to let the viewer know that gun crimes often kill children so If the viewer is thinking of committing a gun crime he should really consider the impact on others before he acts.

These commercials are not cheap so I would like to know who's idea it was to put this on Cavuto, a business and investment show that airs on Fox. Does this person envision some perpetrator thinking, "Before I go out to pop a cap let me turn on Cavuto to see how my investments are doing."?

How about this.

"Gee, that ad makes me think. I just didn't know my slinging lead out on the street would hurt innocent people and make mothers sad. Perhaps I should be more careful when I do crime."

It becomes more apparent that liberals are in fact totally insane.








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Merry Christmas

God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy


Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

New Christmas Traditions

Last year my wife and I stared a new tradition with our adult children. This year we are hosting a brunch Christmas Eve day to gather and present our choices for this year.

Many years ago my Parents borrowed a tradition from some in-laws. When my brother, sister and I grew to adults we put our names in a hat. Each person pulled a name and that was who they bought gifts for. That way we didn't go broke buying gifts for everyone as we each married and added more family to the list. We still do this each Christmas Eve. This year I pulled my Brother-in Law's name.

I called my sister to inquire about what to get her husband. Her simple reply was "Hunting, fishing, 3 or 8." Well I'm not a NASCAR fan but I do know enough that 3 and 8 are Dale Earnhardt and Dale Jr. I had no clue where to go to get a suitable gift. So we went to the local mall and wandered about hoping to find a specialty store. Failing that we went into Spencer's Gifts. Good Googly Moogly! I haven't been in one of these in for ever. I felt like I needed a shower after walking through the place. Fortunately the mall was pretty empty since it was a Monday morning. I would have rather been seen walking out of Victoria's Secrets.

Once the shaking stopped we found a team apparel shop that carried a limited selection of NASCAR items. I picked out what I thought he might not have and swung by my sister's work to get her opinion. She was specially impressed with the dollar bill with the "Intimidator's" picture pasted over old George. He must be a super fan because she told us he was at a candle party she gave and asked if they had candles in the shape of a 3 or 8 that were scented as burning rubber or gasoline.

I smell a cottage industry.









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Congressmen Support Islam but not Christianity

I am fascinated by politicians who seem oblivious to the blatant hypocrisy of their actions. If these situations were a rare occurrence one could just brush it off as simply not paying attention but the practice is so common that it begs examination. One recent example cuts straight to the point.

Back in September Congress voted a resolution acknowledging Ramadan and hailing Islam as "one of the great religions." That's all well and good. The passing of piles of resolutions may be a waste of time but it keeps our congressmen busy doing something that has no impact on the their usual target of opportunity, our wallets. Despite the fact that a major faction of Islam wants to kill every human that does not accept it, many in congress feel being nice will help. The problem arises when the time to do the same for Christianity at Christmas time presents itself.

Only weeks after voting for a resolution that "recognizes the Islamic faith as one of the great religions of the world," nine Democrats in the U.S. House refused to vote for a Christmas resolution that condemns the worldwide persecution of Christians... Ten others voted "present" and 40 refused to vote at all.

Amazingly, all but two of the representatives who answered "present" or voted against the Christmas resolution voted in favor of a resolution recognizing Ramadan, even though much of the language was similar,

The dissenters were the usual suspects when it comes to this sort of nonsense. Diana DeGette, D-Colo., Gary Ackerman and Yvette Clarke of N.Y., Alcee Hastings, Fla., Barbara Lee, Fortney Stark and Lynn Woolsey, Calif., Jim McDermott, Wash., and Robert Scott, Va. If one voted for the Ramadan resolution one can hardly claim an objection to the Christmas resolution based on the old saw of separation of church and state but that is what these folk are doing.

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A spokesman for DeGette told WND her vote was because the Ramadan resolution, which she endorsed, was about "rejecting religious extremism and promoting of religious tolerance."

The spokesman, Chris Aaron, however, said DeGette is a "strong supporter of separation of church and state and her view was that Congress should not favor one religion over another.

Both resolutions condemned religious extremism and promoted religious tolerance so what's the problem? I don't have to say it but the problem is in their twisted world it is OK to be intolerant of Christians.









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Workingout With Tucker

Friday we took Tucker, the big white dog to the vet. He has been favoring his left hind leg on and off for a couple of weeks so we needed to find out what was up. The examination suggested that he had a ligament issue that may need surgery. More detailed examination through x-ray would be necessary.

The next day I had scheduled a hay pick up but the weather was not cooperating. It looked like an opportunity to restart my weight lifting. Tucker decided for me that I needed to do the stubble part of the Wood, Hay and Stubble workout.

We had taken him into Manassas while we bought groceries. While I was unloading the car my mother pulled up. Normally Tucker is excited to see her so opening the gate to come in is not a problem, except today. He crashed the gate and went into my neighbor's cut cornfield. Without saying a thing I just jumped in the truck, put it into 4 wheel drive and went after him. He ran alongside the truck all the way to my neighbor's driveway, about half a mile. There he stopped. Figuring he was out of gas I got out and went to grab him and take him home. No dice. He turned and kept running. I stripped off my jacket and went after him full speed. When I reached the creek in the woods on the other side of the field he was nowhere to be seen.

There being no more need to hurry, I just jogged back to the truck, gathered my stuff and went around the block to tell the folks on the other side of the creek to keep an eye pealed for the big white dog. I then went back out to the main road to see if he was waiting for a ride like he tends to do. Not seeing him I went back down my neighbor's drive to go to the back of his farm where Tucker has been found more than once.

Halfway up the drive I saw Tucker coming back out of the woods. When he saw me stop he stopped and we just sat and stared at each other. I knew if I got out he would think something was up even if he did want to go back home with me and I would only add to the time before I could apprehend him.

While I sat there someone with a car just like my wife's came up the drive and went around me. Tucker must have thought it was her because he began to go toward it thinking she was driving off without him. I followed the car and that set the trap. He was now sure that we were going somewhere without him. He ran to catch up. When he got close enough I opened the door so he could jump in. Back at the house I told my wife that any dog that can run that far that fast for that long does not need money spent fixing his leg.









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A Different Christmas Poem

Received this in my Email, enjoy.

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the
dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

'What are you doing?' I asked without fear,
'Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!'

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said 'Its really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.'
'It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.


No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,'
Then he sighed, 'That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.'

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to e at.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that thi
s flag will not fall.'
'So go back inside,' he said, 'harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right.'

'But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
'Give you money,' I asked, 'or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son.'

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
'Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.'

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum , Iraq.

See more at the Carnival of Christmas, 2007 Edition at CatHouse Chat




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Filling Up with the Big White Dog

I continue to take Tucker the Big White Dog with us when we leave the farm during the day. Last Saturday we were stopped at the local 7-11 to get gas and coffee. While I was filling the tank a pick up pulled next to me. In the back was tied a miniature horse. My immediate thought was, "I think my dog is bigger than that horse." The woman driving the truck must have seen Tucker because when she came out she said, "I think your dog is bigger than my horse."

I locked the pump handle and grabbed Tucker's collar and led him over to show him to the woman and let him see the horse. Much oohing and ahhing until the woman's daughter pulled out her phone to take a photo while her mother went in the store. With show and tell all concluded I brought Tucker back and opened the back door.

The car was too close to the pump to get both the Big White Dog and myself around. I just reached around and got him started into the back seat. He was going in fine so I let go of his collar. Without hesitation he turned and made a dash for the Rout 28. It is a busy road 24-7 and Saturday morning was extra heavy. Reacting in an instant I grabbed his tail with a death grip, only my sudden lunge caused the pump to fall out of the tank, gas still flowing. I scarfed up the pump with my free hand. I now had a big white dog's tail pulling me one way while in the other I had a gas pump spitting fuel. I squeezed the handle to shut the pump then raked it back, grabbed Tucker and turned him back into the car, jumped in and pulled up to the front of the store just as my wife emerged with our coffee.

"Do you smell that gas? It's Tucker's fault. Let's go."

Life with Tucker is just one big adventure.









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Senator Grassley Gona Fix Them Preachers

Sen. Charles Grassley wants to investigate six Christian ministries by a Senate committee he sits on. One of the ministers, Creflo Dollar, has told him to send the IRS to do he investigation if he thinks the law has been violated by that ministry. Four others have also declined to submit information to the committee after initially saying they would. Whatever one thinks about these types of ministries there are some serious problems with Sen. Grassley's effort.

One is not compelled to contribute to any non profit organization. All non profits must file income statements with the IRS to show they are in compliance with the law and maintain their tax exempt status. If the Senator has a suspicion that these organizations are not in compliance he should by investigating the IRS since they are the agency charged by the federal government to enforce the tax laws. Senate committee hearings are not restrained by the same rules of evidence the courts are. It should not be a surprise that the people who write the law have made themselves free from the constraints of the constitution when they want to stick their noses into someone's business.

If Sen. Grassley is so fired up about protecting people's money he ought to look into his own back yard. Unlike contributing to non profit organizations, citizens are compelled by law to give their money to the government in the form of taxes. Congress has lately been quite enthusiastic with how it spends those taxes. Citizens Against Government Waste listed just the pork that larded up the defense bill. It "found 2,074 projects worth $6.6 billion." Check out Sen. Grassley's own bit of largess for his Iowan constituents.

Making the reality all the more grinding for those who favor limited government is the fact that not only has Congress lost all of its will to control spending, it seems to be on the verge of losing its sanity. Exhibit A is a project called "Iowa Child," which received $50 million in federal taxpayer funds in the recently passed "Leave No Pork Behind" appropriation's bill.

Iowa Child is a plan, headed by Des Moines developer Ted Townsend, to construct a 4.5 acre rainforest under an 18-story translucent dome, complete with an aquarium and a media theater, in the Iowa City-Coralville area (about 2 hours east of Des Moines and home to the University of Iowa). Many Iowa bloggers have been all over the problems with this boondoggle, not the least of which is forcing the U.S. taxpayer to fund the plaything of a millionaire developer...

... Yes, deficit hawk Chuck Grassley. Keep-an-eye-on-all-the-waste-in-the-defense-budget Chuck Grassley. Grassley defended his action, saying, "It will create jobs. It is being built on a [hazardous waste] site that would otherwise have to have a lot of taxpayer money for cleanup. Tourism is a major goal of state government, and this is a big tourism project." I could go on about how the tourism-as-economic-development bug has infected the Iowa political scene, but that is another article for another day.

David Hogberg-The American Spectator

Or perhaps a look at the travel expenses of his office. Do all these people need to be traveling to such places at taxpayer expense?

Trips Approved 112 ($155,505)

The ministers Sen. Grassley is so concerned about pay their bills on time. If they didn't we would have all heard about it. But October was the deadline for the Congress to pass the spending bills for the current budget. It has yet to be done. I guess they are too busy worrying about some prosperity preachers to be concerned about actually doing their own jobs.

I don't care much for those that preach the prosperity gospel. I don't see how it is compatible with what the scripture teaches, but that is why I don't give to these ministries. I don't care much for what the vote buying nonsense that politicians are pushing on us. I don't see where the Constitution allows for it but I don't have any choice when it comes to sending in my taxes. What Creflo Dollar and his ilk do with the money they raise is their business so long as they abide the law. What Congress does with the money it forcibly takes from the citizens should be Sen. Grassley's business but he is too busy buying votes with it to give a hoot.

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The Wood, Hay and Stubble Workout

My workout program has been going along quite well. I started withe a workout based on the book, The New Rules of Lifting. In May I swiched to a classic 5x5 workout. Both gave me good results.

Right now I'm doing what I call the wood, hay and stubble workout. I chop wood one day, put hay up into the barn another. The stubble part of the workout is primarily cardio. It occurs when my Big White Dog escapes and I get to chase him through my neighbor's cut over corn field. The last time this happened was last Sat.

I was leaving the horses out to the field after feeding them when Tucker the Big White Dog saw an opportunity and rushed the gate. Too surprised to reach fast enough I had to wait until all the horses were out before I could begin the chase. He zig zagged the back field before crossing into the field next door giving me the chance I needed to try and catch up. Fortunately a trespassing hunter had killed a doe sometime during the week. After he cut the head off he must have beat feet leaving it behind. I grabbed it and went over the fence with it. It worked like a charm. Tucker just could not resist a deer head gladly giving up his freedom for such a prize.

Lifting weights in the comfort of my garage is much easier. .






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