*(old nfo)


Courage does not always shout . . . Sometimes it is a very quiet voice at the end of the day saying . . . I will try again tomorrow.

Rev 22:20 "Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!"

Thursday, April 29, 2010

If the Shoe Fits

Mr. Graham, please step forward and declare your real affiliation.

Oh, You just did: “It is impossible for me and any other serious Democrat to get this body to move forward until we prove to the American people we can secure our borders and, quite frankly Madame secretary, we got a long way to go,” said Graham. “But once we get there, comprehensive reform should come up, will come up, and I believe we can do it by 2012.” (Emphasis mine)

That reminds me of our Campaigner-in-Chief when he blurted out “My Muslim faith” and was instantly corrected by his interviewer, George Step-on-all-of-us. It’s nice to have someone to cover your blunders when the truth comes bubbling out.

The above came out of the mouth of Sen. Lindsey Graham (R-S.C.), while the following was coming out of Napolitano’s mouth, as she testified at a recent Senate panel: United States’ southwest border is “as secure now as it has ever been.”

Well, now, if that isn’t a true fact I don’t know what is. They’re every bit as secure, with Border Patrol agents being assaulted on a regular basis, nearly daily kidnappings in Phoenix by agents of alien smuggling organizations and a continuous hemorrhage of humanity across our borders.

What galaxy are these Washington types from? What kind of Pablum were they fed as babies? Were they all dropped on their heads in the delivery room? Are they products of failed abortion attempts? Who told them the American people are too stupid to see through the lies?

Senator Graham, now that you’ve admitted to being a Democrat why don’t you just stay on your side of the aisle and quit trying to straddle; it’s unbecoming. Madame Secretary, since you are obviously deaf, blind and brain dead, you should file for disability. Immediately.



Friday, April 23, 2010

When a Nation Forgets God—7 Lessons We Must Learn From Nazi Germany

This is the title of Dr. Erwin W. Lutzer’s book which should be required reading for every American who gives a hoot. And there are millions of us. As a recipient of the news of the horror stories of Nazi Germany, although very young at the time, I can remember thinking all of my early life that it could never happen again. No such atrocities could ever be perpetrated on a people after this. I was wrong. The Soviet Union. Rwanda. Bosnia. Man’s inhumanity to man is alive, and well documented since Cain killed his brother.

Dr. Lutzer doesn’t pretend to make predictions; he is simply outlining what happened in Germany under Hitler’s regime. We can draw the parallels. Here is an excerpt from the book. Judge for yourself.

To use one of Obama’s tired, overused phrases, “make no mistake,” it could happen here.



TAYLOR: The politics of intimidation - Washington Times

Am I the only one who thinks the November election is not going to be such a shoo-in? We boldly speak of "voting the bums out," but do we really think they're going to sit back and let us? I think not. There's nothing that has happened in Washington since the infamous swearing-in that has not been cunningly calculated and craftily carried out. The socialist agenda is very old, very practiced and very evil. I think we need to stand back and look at the myriad events which have transpired while we have been screaming about liberty, freedom and voting the bastards out. Those serpents aren't ready to bow out and slither away. Here's just a small sample of what we might expect—again: TAYLOR: The politics of intimidation - Washington Times



Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Colonoscopy—Proof That God has a Sense of Humor

You want me to drink what? A half gallon of polyethylene? In under three hours? Oh, it’s flavored. That makes it all better. And nothing except clear liquids the day before the exam? And nothing the day of the exam? Oh, that’s right; I get to drink the other half of the polyethylene.

And so to bed after numerous trips to the bathroom and rediscovering baby wipes and diaper ointment. I wake at seven and start drinking again. This time it’s not so easy. It drags on until 10:30. Then I get to ride in a car for 40 minutes to the clinic. Now, normally a trip from Verona to Springfield isn’t so bad. But when you’ve panty liners, puppy pads, A&D Ointment and baby wipes to remember to take, plus you’re thirsty, headachy, dehydrated and other unmentionable things, it’s a little daunting.

So now we’re in the waiting room reading the pre-procedure information and disclaimers: bleeding, perforation, adverse reaction to sedation, undetected cancer, inability to perform the procedure because of improper emptying of the colon, death. Death? You mean I go in there, somebody starts a Versed drip and—WHAM—that’s it? That’s definitely something to ask the doctor about.

I’ll spare you the rest. Those of you who have been through it already know. Those of you who haven’t . . . well . . . your time will probably come. A word of advice: before Prep Day go to your local library and check out Dreams of my Father and The Audacity of Dope Hope. Don’t go out and purchase the books; you don’t really want him to get the royalties. No, I’m not telling you to read them. But they’ll save you money on toilet tissue and the library fine will be well worth the effort. If it feels a little rough just remember how rough things have gotten since the election, and how to vote this November. Forgive the scatological/political implications; they sort of go hand-in-hand.

Here’s a tasteful, sensitive video some dear friends in Independence sent me in anticipation of my great adventure. I believe it’s the procedure we can anticipate under Obamacare.

Have a very Socialist day.



P.S. Let’s not forget the oldie but goodie, Dave Barry’s Colonoscopy, probably one of the funniest things I have ever read, and every word is true. I was only half asleep during mine, so I got to listen to the music. No idea what it was; thank God it was loud.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Taxed Enough Already…Not Yet

In pondering the cataclysmic events which have transpired since Obama took office I see a common thread. Everything he stands for, everything he campaigns for, everything he stands up there and lies about point to one thing---taxes. Taxes=money. Money=power. He doesn’t care where the taxes come from; he’s very good at finding crises, the homeless, the entitled, the grifters and the idiots who would stand for him if he wore a clown suit and a fright wig.

So, who gets taxed, besides everyone who manages to grub one cent doing an honest day’s work? The old and infirm. Those lying in nursing waiting to die. Useless. Expendable. Ergo, cut senior care.

The unborn are not taxed. Yet. Useless. Expendable. If Mom doesn’t want the kid, kill it. Ergo, expand abortion spending.

Now, wasn’t that easy?



Friday, April 9, 2010


It almost happened to me once. To this day I don’t know how I escaped. I suspect, though, that the guy may have had a shred of decency which told him it might be wrong to continue to force himself on me.

This month’s issue of Whistleblower Magazine contains an article by David Kupelian entitled “Obama and the Date-Rape of America.” (You can scroll down and order a single issue.) In it he describes the sweet talk, lies and deceptions which got Obama into the highest office in the country. I still don’t get that but that’s just me. But he charmed his way in and continued to deceive us—for awhile. He got past the stimulus bill; he pushed through all the bailouts; took over the banking and auto industries; he spent an inordinate amount of time describing the United States to the world as arrogant, unchristian and weak.

Then came the health care bill. Then, from every city, village and township came the cry, “No! No!” and “HELL NO!”

To no avail.

We were date-raped. And will continue to be raped and pillaged and plundered until we put a stop the all the madness in November. Our power-mad narcissist currently occupying the oval office, when he’s not out campaigning for more spending, will continue his inexorable destruction of America until every one of his creatures is voted out of office.

I mentioned that my “date” may have had a modicum of decency that night so long ago that prevented him from raping me. Obama has none. He is a wolf in sheep’s clothing; he is evil personified, and he comes from evil; he has no choice but to continue to demolish everything that is truth and justice.

Finally, please read this poem again. I just read it with tears streaming down my face. If it doesn’t make you cry, it should. Unfortunately the enemy is closer; it’s in our schools, universities, government, news media and neighborhoods.

Paul Revere's Ride
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."

Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street
Wanders and watches, with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill.
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.
It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadow brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,---
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the redcoats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,---
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.

This poem is one of many published by the EServer, a non-profit collective of students and faculty at Iowa State University.



Monday, April 5, 2010

Isaiah 28:14-20

A couple of weeks ago the pastor (visiting) used this text for his sermon. I was so intrigued by it that I looked it up in some other versions just to see if any of the meaning changed. Since we use the King James in our church I went online and used Bible Gateway to look up the others.

The message is the same. The strikethroughs are mine as is the blue text. I was going to do it in red but the words of our Lord are in red in most Bibles. And you may trust me when I say that what you read in blue are NOT the words of our Lord. I used "herself" and "her" so that there would be no mistake about the speaker.

“Isaiah 28:14-20 (King James Version)
14Wherefore hear the word of the LORD, ye scornful men [and women] that rule this people which is in Jerusalem the United States of America.

15Because ye have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, it shall not come unto us: for we have made lies our refuge, and under falsehood have we hid ourselves:

16Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD, Behold, I lay in Zion for a foundation a stone, a tried stone, a precious corner stone, a sure foundation: he that believeth shall not make haste.

17Judgment also will I lay to the line, and righteousness to the plummet: and the hail shall sweep away the refuge of lies, and the waters shall overflow the hiding place.

18And your covenant with death shall be disannulled, and your agreement with hell shall not stand; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, then ye shall be trodden down by it.

19From the time that it goeth forth it shall take you: for morning by morning shall it pass over, by day and by night: and it shall be a vexation only to understand the report.

20For the bed is shorter than that a man [or a woman] can stretch himself [or herself] on it: and the covering narrower than that he [or she] can wrap himself [or herself] in it.

Isaiah 28:14-20 (New Living Translation)
14Therefore, listen to this message from the LORD,
you scoffing rulers in Jerusalem the United States of America.
15 You boast, “We have struck a bargain to cheat death
and have made a deal to dodge the grave.[a]
The coming destruction can never touch us,
for we have built a strong refuge made of lies and deception.”

Truer words were never spoken. The entire system is built on lies. It’s sad to see so many people believing these lies. But people have believed them for centuries. It is also heartening to see some are actually beginning to take a good look at the truth and see the lies for what they are. When the light of truth is shown on a lie there is no place for it to hide.

16 “Therefore, this is what the Sovereign LORD says:
“Look! I am placing a foundation stone in Jerusalem,[b]
a firm and tested stone.
It is a precious cornerstone that is safe to build on.
Whoever believes need never be shaken.[c]
17 I will test you with the measuring line of justice
and the plumb line of righteousness.
Since your refuge is made of lies,
a hailstorm will knock it down.
Since it is made of deception,
a flood will sweep it away.
18 I will cancel the bargain you made to cheat death,
and I will overturn your deal to dodge the grave.
When the terrible enemy sweeps through,
you will be trampled into the ground.
19 Again and again that flood will come,
morning after morning,
day and night,
until you are carried away.”
This message will bring terror to your people.
20 The bed you have made is too short to lie on.
The blankets are too narrow to cover you.
Isaiah 28:14-20

(Today's New International Version)
14 Therefore hear the word of the LORD, you scoffers
who rule this people in Jerusalem the United States of America.
15 You boast, "We have entered into a covenant with death,
with the realm of the dead we have made an agreement.
When an overwhelming scourge sweeps by,
it cannot touch us,
for we have made a lie our refuge
and falsehood our hiding place."
16 So this is what the Sovereign LORD says:
"See, I lay a stone in Zion, a tested stone,
a precious cornerstone for a sure foundation;
the one who relies on it
will never be stricken with panic.
17 I will make justice the measuring line
and righteousness the plumb line;
hail will sweep away your refuge, the lie,
and water will overflow your hiding place.
18 Your covenant with death will be annulled;
your agreement with the realm of the dead will not stand.
When the overwhelming scourge sweeps by,
you will be beaten down by it.
19 As often as it comes it will carry you away;
morning after morning, by day and by night,
it will sweep through."
The understanding of this message
will bring sheer terror.
20 The bed is too short to stretch out on,
the blanket too narrow to wrap around you.

Isaiah 28:14-20 (Amplified Bible)
14Therefore hear the word of the Lord, you scoffers who rule this people in Jerusalem the United States of America!

15Because you have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with Sheol (the place of the dead) we have an agreement--when the overflowing scourge passes through, it will not come to us, for we have made lies our refuge, and in falsehood we have taken shelter.”

If ever anyone ever made a pact with the devil it’s that nest of vipers in Washington DC, from Satan’s houseboy to the goat lady from hell to the senatorial snake. And before you get all over me for being racist know this: the campaigner-in-chief could be pink, blue, mauve, yellow, maroon, puce or chartreuse. It would make no difference. Still a houseboy for Satan. Besides, for those of you who haven’t bothered looking into it, he’s not black. He’d like to be, but he’s not. Black was what got him into the Whitehouse. Black is not what he is. But, I digress.

“Therefore thus says the Lord God, Behold, I am laying in Zion for a foundation a Stone, a tested Stone, a precious Cornerstone of sure foundation; he who believes (trusts in, relies on, and adheres to that Stone) will not be ashamed or give way or hasten away [in sudden panic].

17I will make justice the measuring line and righteousness the plummet; and hail will sweep away the refuge of lies, and waters will overwhelm the hiding place (the shelter).

18And your covenant with death shall be annulled, and your agreement with Sheol (the place of the dead) shall not stand; when the overwhelming scourge passes through, then you will be trodden down by it.

19As often as it passes through, it [the enemy's scourge] will take you; for morning by morning will it pass through, by day and by night. And it will be utter terror merely to hear and comprehend the report and the message of it [but only hard treatment and dispersion will make you understand God's instruction].

20For [they will find that] the bed is too short for a man [or woman] to stretch himself [or herself] on and the covering too narrow for him [or her] to wrap himself [or herself] in. [All their sources of confidence will fail them.]”

Isn’t it comforting to know who is really in control? Believe in Him or not He is in charge. Keep this in mind: What do a dead atheist and a born again believer have in common? They both believe in God. We may all get swept away into socialism for a season but in the end the others will be swept away into perdition.

He is risen!