I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out there isn’t, than live my life as if there isn’t, and die to find out there is!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Best Description Ever Written... Barack Hussein Obama -- An Empty Suit

English: Barack Obama
English: Barack Obama (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Barack Hussein Obama  --  An Empty Suit

Written by Dr. Jack Wheeler

The O-man, Barack Hussein Obama, is an eloquently tailored empty suit. No
resume, no accomplishments, no experience, no original ideas, no
understanding of how the economy works, no understanding of how the world
works, no balls, nothing but abstract, empty rhetoric devoid of real

He has no real identity. He is half-white, which he rejects. The rest of him
is mostly Arab, which he hides but is disclosed by his non-African Arabic
surname and his Arabic first and middle names as a way to triply proclaim
his Arabic parentage to people in Kenya . Only a small part of him is
African Black from his Luo grandmother, which he pretends he is exclusively.

What he isn't, not a genetic drop of, is 'African-American,' the descendant
of enslaved Africans brought to America chained in slave ships. He hasn't a
single ancestor who was a slave. Instead, his Arab ancestors were slave
owners. Slave-trading was the main Arab business in East Africa for
centuries until the British ended it.

Let that sink in: Obama is not the descendant of slaves, he is the
descendant of slave owners. Thus he makes the perfect Liberal Messiah.

It's something Hillary doesn't understand - how some complete neophyte came
out of the blue and stole the Dem nomination from her. Obamamania is beyond
politics and reason. It is a true religious cult, whose adherents reject
Christianity yet still believe in Original Sin, transferring it from the
evil of being human to the evil of being white.

Thus Obama has become the white liberals' Christ, offering absolution from
the Sin of Being White. There is no reason or logic behind it, no faults or
flaws of his can diminish it, no arguments Hillary could make of any kind
can be effective against it. The absurdity of Hypocrisy Clothed In Human
Flesh being their Savior is all the more cause for liberals to worship him:
Credo quia absurdum, I believe it because it is absurd.

Thank heavens that the voting majority of Americans remain Christian and are
in no desperate need of a phony savior.

He is ridiculous and should not be taken seriously by any thinking American.

You have friends, relatives and associates who ought to read this… Send them here!

Who is Jack Wheeler?
Jack Wheeler is a brilliant man who was the author of Reagan's strategy to
break the back of the Soviet Union with the star wars race and expose their
inner weakness. For years he wrote a weekly intelligence update that was
extremely interesting and well structured and informative. He consults(ed)
with several mega corporations on global trends and the future, etc. He is
in semi-retirement now. He is a true patriot with a no-nonsense approach to
everything. He is also a somewhat well-known mountain climber and
adventurer.  Google him for further information.


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Friday, October 25, 2013


Geezers! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I did not write the following, but I wish I had. It was sent to me by a high school classmate. Thanks Kay!

They like to refer to us as senior citizens, old fogies, geezers, and in some cases dinosaurs.  Some of us are "Baby Boomers" getting ready to retire.  Others have been retired for some time.  We walk a little slower these days and our eyes and hearing are not what they once were.  We have worked hard, raised our children, worshiped our God and grown old together.  Yes, we are the ones some refer to as being over the hill, and that is probably true.  But before writing us off completely, there are a few things that need to be taken into consideration.

In school we studied English, history, math, and science, which enabled us to lead America into the technological age.  Most of us remember what outhouses were, many of us with firsthand experience.  We remember the days of telephone party-lines, 25 cent gasoline, and milk and ice being delivered to our homes.  For those of you who don't know what an icebox is, today they are electric and referred to as refrigerators.  A few even remember when cars were started with a crank.  Yes, we lived those days.
We are probably considered old fashioned and outdated by many.  But there are a few things you need to remember before completely writing us off.  We won World War II, fought in Korea and Viet Nam .  We can quote The Pledge of Allegiance, and know where to place our hand while doing so.  We wore the uniform of our country with pride and lost many friends on the battlefield.  We didn't fight for the Socialist States of America ; we fought for the "Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave."  We wore different uniforms but carried the same flag.  We know the words to the Star Spangled Banner, America, and America the Beautiful by heart, and you may even see some tears running down our cheeks as we sing.  We have lived what many of you have only read in history books and we feel no obligation to apologize to anyone for America .
Yes, we are old and slow these days but rest assured, we have at least one good fight left in us. We have loved this country, fought for it, and died for it, and now we are going to save it.  It is our country and nobody is going to take it away from us.  We took oaths to defend America against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and that is an oath we plan to keep.  There are those who want to destroy this land we love but, like our founders, there is no way we are going to remain silent.
It was mostly the young people of this nation who elected Obama and the Democratic Congress.  You fell for the "Hope and Change" which in reality was nothing but "Hype and Lies."

You have tasted socialism and seen evil face to face, and have found you don't like it after all.  You make a lot of noise, but most are all too interested in their careers or "Climbing the Social Ladder" to be involved in such mundane things as patriotism and voting.  Many of those who fell for the "Great Lie" in 2008 are now having buyer's remorse.  With all the education we gave you, you didn't have sense enough to see through the lies and instead drank the 'Kool-Aid.'  Now you're paying the price and complaining about it.  No jobs, lost mortgages, higher taxes, and less freedom.

This is what you voted for and this is what you got.  We entrusted you with the Torch of Liberty and you traded it for a paycheck and a fancy house.
Well, don't worry, youngsters, the Grey-Haired Brigade is here, and in 2014 we are going to take back our nation.  We may drive a little slower than you would like but we get where we're going, and in 2014 we're going to the polls by the millions.

This land does not belong to the man in the White House nor to the likes of Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid.  It belongs to "We the People" and "We the People" plan to reclaim our land and our freedom.  We hope this time you will do a better job of preserving it and passing it along to our grandchildren.  So the next time you have the chance to say the Pledge of Allegiance, Stand up, put your hand over your heart, honor our country, and thank God for the old geezers of the "Grey-Haired Brigade."

God Bless Our Troops

If you enjoy your freedom
Thank a Veteran...


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Monday, October 21, 2013

Amazing True Story! Isaiah 65:24

The Prophet Isaiah
The Prophet Isaiah (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If you are a believer, this will lift you up today…

"And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear".
Isaiah 65:24

This is a story written by a doctor who worked in Africa:

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).

We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.

Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates).

'And it is our last hot water bottle! ' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles.They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

'All right, ' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts Your job is to keep the baby warm. '

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one ten -year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God ' she prayed, 'Send us a hot water bottle today. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her? 'As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say 'Amen? ' I just did not believe that God could do this.

Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home.

Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the verandah was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out.
Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.

Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.

Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too! '

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!

Looking up at me, she asked, 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her? 'Of course, ' I replied!

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon. '

'Before they call, I will answer. ' (Isaiah 65:24)

Since you have read this, say the prayer below and send people to read this true story or copy it and send it to them. No strings attached.

Prayer is the best free gift we receive. There is no cost, but a lot of rewards. Let's continue praying for one another. This awesome prayer takes less than a minute.

Heavenly Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading this. I ask You to minister to their spirit. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubting, release a renewed confidence to work through them Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, guidance, and strength. Where there is fear, reveal Your love and release to them Your courage. Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage them. I ask You to do these things in Jesus' name. Amen

P. S. Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something Christ would do.

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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Come back America

Biology (Photo credit: natashavora)

In 1948 I was 5 years old. I lived in a small town in northern California. I was allowed to ride my tricycle up and down the sidewalk on the block where I lived. Sometimes I did that for hours… I was never abducted or bothered in any way. 
I want that America back…

A short time later, when I was about 7 years old I was allowed to walk to Sunday school alone. That was about 8 to 10 blocks. Sometimes my sister would walk with me, but she was only 1 ½ years older than me. We were never bothered.
I want that America back…

During this same period we walked to school without adult protection. Every day… about 5 blocks. We were never bothered.
I want that America back…

When I was about 10 (1953) on Saturday we were given 20 cents each and allowed to walk to the uptown area where the movie theater was. It was 10 cents to get in and 10 cents for a bag of popcorn. We saw a Newsreel, a cartoon and a western cereal main feature. We saw a lot of Hopilong Cassidy, The Lone Ranger, Roy Rogers, The Cisco Kid, etc. Oh, and the guys in the white hats always won.
I want that America back…

Then we moved to a larger town but not much changed. I continued walking to school, but since I was now a bit older, I had a morning paper route. I delivered my papers on my  bicycle. I got up a 4 AM, rolled the papers and put rubber bands on them. I had 52 to deliver over an eleven mile route.  I had to be done by 6 AM. Once a month I had to collect from all of the people I delivered to.  I think I netted about $25.00 a month. I had that route for about 3 years.  No one ever bothered me.
I want that America back…

After I turned 12 years old I was given a lot of freedom. I was allowed to purchase a 22 cal. rifle and permitted to take the NRA rifle safety course. I was also allowed to go on overnight camping trips with a friend or two. The parents had no idea where we were camping. Oh, no cell phones either.  No one ever bothered us…
I want that America back…

We often went frogging or fishing at the nearby quarries and creeks. Without adults of course. I learned a lot during these years. And guess what… No one ever bothered us…
I want that America back…

As a child I saw my father go to work to feed and provide a home for his family. My mother, and the mom of all of my friends, stayed home and took care of the house, and was the primary charge for taking care of and raising us kids.  What is wrong with that plan?
I want that America back…

During at least the first 15 years of my life, when I was thirsty and outside, I would grab the garden hose and drink. I would drink as much as I wanted, and guess what?  It apparently did me no harm as I am now 70 years old. There was no bottled water in those days. We drank from the hose…
I want that America back…

From the age of about 12 until I got a driver’s license, if I needed to move any distance at all, I would hitchhike. Yep, I would stand just off the roadway with my thumb appropriately positioned and accept any ride offered.  I did this a lot! I mean A LOT!  Guess what?  No one ever bothered me. And I got around…
I want that America back…

I bought my first car when I was 13 years old. It was a 1950 Ford. I think I paid $50 for it. Oh, it did not run, but it gave me many hours of learning about things mechanical trying to fix it. With my father’s help, it eventually became fully operational, and I had learned a lot.
I want that America back…

As a teenager I attended a 4th of July parade. When representatives of each branch of our military services passed by carrying the Stars and Stripes, the crowd stood and cheered. Some placed their hands over their hearts… some saluted and a few even showed some tears. Tears of pride I suspect.
I want that America back… 

When I was a youngster I did not know anyone who was on welfare or receiving “food stamps”.  Oh, I know they were around, but in those days, no one was proud of being in that position so they kept it quite and worked hard to change their circumstances.
I want that America back…

When I was in my mid-twenties and had a couple of young sons, I was a Little League baseball coach for a few years. One of those years my team was the “Indians”.  Guess what?  I never encountered a single American Indian that was irritated by the name of the team. Of course, PC had not really been invented yet, so they didn’t know they were supposed to be outraged. Can you imagine how they would be damaged if there were some NFL team named “Redskins”?
I want that America back…

I could go on with a lot more of these, but at the risk of losing you. I think you get my point. While progress is good, not all change is good.

I want my America back! And I want it back NOW!!! 



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