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Probably just sparklies...
06 January 2016
05 January 2016
04 January 2016
Worth reading...
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"Active Terrorism and Death Penalty Act of 1996"? Bob Dole? Bi-partisan support? Suspension of Habeus Corpus? Wow. I should have know that, I guess.
03 January 2016
White men...
Look at the news today and see how many articles and stories you can find written by whites, hating on whites.
What you are watching are the death throes of America.
It is nearly over.
They are winning.
What you are watching are the death throes of America.
It is nearly over.
They are winning.
Red Marbles...
Red Marbles!...
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr.. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
'Hello Barry, how are you today?'
'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good..'
'They are good, Barry.. How's your Ma?'
'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'
'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.
'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'
'All I got's my prize marble here.'
'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.
'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'
'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked..
'Not zackley but almost.'
'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.
'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'
Mrs... Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.
With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances.. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever..
When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes...
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.....they came to pay their debt.' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..'
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral :
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
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I have no idea who the author is, but it's a good story.
Global governance...
Global Warming Is Not the Problem. Global Governance Is.
Media Matters for America – George Soros’s pet attack poodle site – has published a list of the 15 Most Ridiculous Things Conservative Media Said In 2015.
I’m proud to say that I come in at number 6 (though obviously I would have preferred higher) with my statement that alarmist climate scientists are “a bunch of talentless low lives who cannot be trusted.”In retrospect I wish to apologise for that sentence.
What I really should have said is that these are a bunch of lying, cheating, scum-sucking, bottom-feeding, third-rate tosspots who don’t even deserve the name “scientists” because what they practise isn’t really science but data-fiddling, cherry-picking, grant-troughing, activism-driven propaganda. Posterity will grant them about as much respect as we now accord the 17th century quacks who bled their patients using leeches, or the early 20th century German scientists who helped Hitler compose his diatribe against the discredited Jewish science of Einstein, or the scientists who ganged up on Alfred Wegener for his novel – but correct – theories on continental drift. Really, if none of them ever published another paper in their lives and all their grant funding dried up at midnight tonight, the cause of climate science would not suffer one jot – and the world would become a much better (and richer) place.
Having read through all the other items on the Media Matters list, I can’t find much fault with any of them either.
Take Mark Steyn telling Fox News that “[ISIS leader] al-Baghdadi will be sawing
’ head off, and he’ll be saying as his neck is being sliced, ‘If only we’d had an emissions trading scheme.'” Apart from being very funny it also happens to be true. The attempts by Bernie Sanders – and many others including the Prince of Wales and US Secretary of State John Kerry – to link “climate change” to terrorism are both hysterical and wrong, as I demonstrate here, here and here.
Worse than that, though, these claims are fraudulent. They represent a deliberate conspiracy by our political class (and their amen corner in the media) to mislead us about the relative urgency and risks of the threats facing us in the coming years.
To anyone with even half an eye on world events, it’s perfectly obvious that there are many more desperate problems – fundamentalist Islam, say – than the imaginary problem of man-made global warming. So why do our political class persist in pretending to us, in defiance of all the evidence, that “climate change” represents the only global issue serious enough to justify the convening of a conference like the recent one in Paris attended by 40,000 delegates and the leaders of over 150 nation states?
Read the rest here.
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02 January 2016
Problems in America...
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It's hard to believe that this product can be manufactured for less money in China than it can be in America. The difference in cost (including importing, and all that goes along with that) can't be more than a couple of pennies per piece. It will sell here for the same $2 regardless of where it is manufactured...
I think it was about 15 years ago that the Japanese were buying our scrap steel like there was no tomorrow. They put it on ships and took it to Japan where they melted it down and then shipped the finished stock back to the US and sold it at a profit. Think of that... transportation to a west coast port, shipping it across the Pacific Ocean, re-melting the scrap and manufacturing new steel, then shipping it back across the Pacific to sell it to the people they bought it from. And turning a profit. How could they do that?
5 years ago my son was driving for a local trucking company. He would take a semi truck load of new tractor tires (other drivers were taking wheels) from our local John Deere Waterloo Tractor Works to a parking lot on the Mexican border in Texas where a crew from a Mexican company would come and trade his trailer for one that had tires mounted to wheels. He would then bring the completed assemblies back from Texas to be installed on new John Deere tractors here. That is a 2400 mile round trip. Someone local finally figured out that they could buy a couple of tire machines and a few trucks and do this work here and make a bunch of money at a cost to John Deere of less than what they could do it for themselves.
There are certainly a lot of issues involved, the biggest of which is the cost of American labor.
Why does a new Ford pickup cost $50,000? Why does a new John Deere tractor cost $250,000? A new combine $400,000? How much would those vehicles cost if Deere and Ford still did all of their work in house, rather than farming it out to less expensive local shops?
Most Americans can't afford American made products. Well, they can buy the products, but can't really afford them. It's all about the easy availability of consumer credit... "Creative" financing. Bankers. Stock holders. Government subsidies...
I remember the uproar when Jaclyn Smith opened her garment factory in Central America. American (California) Labor screamed about Ms. Smith taking advantage of the locals by paying them a dollar and a half an hour. What Labor failed to tell you was that the average wage on the local economy was about two-thirds of what JS was paying and that the working conditions were better. (Change Jaclyn Smith to Nike, Reebok, Lee, Levis, and every manufacturer of small electrical components in America today...)
Maintaining one of the highest standards of living in the world has a price...
How did we get to where we are today? Is it natural evolution that a growing economy has to, at some point, stop? What happens then?
How detrimental to our economy is the cost of compliance with government rules and regulations? How many of those rules and regulations are unnecessary? How many of them are legal?
I'm not an economist. I don't have the answers. Merely thinking aloud.
01 January 2016
We are Americans!
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He had the right idea. "Liberty is the most precious possession..."
Someone dropped the ball along the way.
That someone is us.
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