Take away from Charlottesville

I've been thinking about this for a while, this whole removal of confederate war symbols. With the protests and violence in Charlottesville, it takes two sides to have a fight.

What would happen if the white supremacists, kkk, and neo nazis (please notice I didn't capitalize any of their names because they don't deserve it) had a rally and no opposition showed up and no press coverage was afforded them? The answer is, there would be no violence and the next time there would be fewer participants, then fewer and fewer.

Their movement would eventually die a slow death without the press and counter protests to keep them going because they thrive on the attention. They think that will convince more people they are right if only they get in front of a camera.

DON'T LET THEM HAVE A VOICE!

Ignore them and it will fade away.

Oh, by the way. This also works for protest from the other side as will. Extremists from either side have a right to protest. Let them, just ignore them

Updated 8/16/2017

Look, to have the kind of fighting that went on, you need two groups with opposing views and the willingness to engage in the violence. You had that, the Alt Right and the Alt Left. Both throwing punches and fighting with the other side. Both are to blame. Can't have that kind of violence with only one side.

If I was a better writer, this would be easier...

I'm a Proud Daddy

I'm proud of my Daughter Rose for so many reasons that are too numerous to list here but what I want to talk about today is her career as a chef.

For those who don't know her, she is the personal chef for Al Horford, the Forward/Center of the Atlanta Hawks, and his wife and child. He went free agent and signed with Boston.

Rose had a choice to make, whether to stay here and pass up an opportunity of a lifetime and feel safe a secure or move to Boston for more money and a new life in a new city. She chose the latter.

I couldn't help her with this decision except telling to hold out for the best offer because anything more will show her I will miss her terribly. 

We have lots of history

Rose's Mother and I were divorced when she was only about a year and a half old. Soon after the divorce, I realized my poor decision to not fight for custody so I went for it and at the age of 3 years and 2 months, Rosie came to live with me full time. That was 1976 and we have been together ever since.

When she was in High School she was voted Most Unique. I don't know about you but I don't care about all the other 'Most' titles but to be the Most Unique, how good is that!

Unique describes Rose perfectly. She is one of a kind. Ask any of the hundreds of people she has helped while running a homeless shelter here in Atlanta or any of her many many friends. She also spent a year in South Africa helping with the street kids as part of her affiliation with the shelter here.

While my Mother was going through her health issues that finally led to her death in 2011, Rose was there to take her to appointments and was there with her at the end.

Yes, I will miss her

This is the hard part. I want her to go and experience all that life has to offer because to not to would be selfish. I will miss her and we will go visit every chance we can. I've been to Boston several times but only for business. Maybe she can show us the sites.

I'll miss you Rosie and will always be thinking about you.

Godspeed Rosie, Godspeed...

Master Chef vs. Master Chef Junior

I know, what is the point of this blog talking about a cooking competition show of Fox.

Here is the deal. I was watching the show (Master Chef Junior) last night and I came to a realization that life makes us meaner. These kids did all they could to support each other and help each other. When two of them were eliminated from the competition, the others came to them to give them hugs and words of encouragement.

Now let’s talk about the adult version of the show. The show is totally cut throat. No one help anyone, no one encourages anyone. They all want their competitors to fail and they show it in their actions and their words.

The only difference between the competitors on the two shows is age. The older they are the meaner they are. What is it about life that changes us? It can’t be our parents because the kids had parents too.

I wish someone would figure this out. Just think if we all got along like these kids do, there may just be a chance for us as adults .

Leader of the Band

This is a song by Dan Fogelberg, you probably remember it. It was written about his Dad.

When my Father died on January 11, 2011, I tried to listen to the song but couldn’t. It wasn’t like the song was entirely about my Dad, it isn’t. the last line of the last verse is what I could not listen to, you know the one. “And Papa, I don’t think I said I love you near enough”.

Today I listened to the song for the first time since his death and it had the effect I feared it would have. The tears came, and so did the need to write this.

A little history is in order. First off, I always capitalize Dad, Father, Mom, Mother, or any other term used to refer to my Parents. I do it out of respect, always have and always will. That being said, my relationship with my Dad wasn’t ideal by any means. Growing up I was a jerky little kid who became more and more independent with each passing year. I wasn’t a child who deserved my Father’s name. I’m sure he wished I would just do what I was told and behaved. We were never huggers either. We were hand shakers and ‘I love you’ was never said at least I can’t remember it ever being said.

After high school my Mom, Dad, and Sister moved from Tampa to Illinois and I stayed in Tampa with my Grandmother and went to my only year of college. I couldn’t wait for more independence. Unfortunately, that independence only lasted that one year because 6 hours credit for the entire year was not going to satisfy my Dad or the draft board.

I moved to Illinois and moved into my Parents house once again and my Dad got me a job at the company he worked for. Almost got fired but instead got moved to another building the company had. I did pretty well there but it only lasted for a few months because in 1968 if you were healthy and not in school, the draft board would be calling and they did. I avoided the draft by enlisting in the Air Force.

I spent nearly 10 years in the Air Force and since I was the only one of my generation in my family to serve in the military, my Dad gained a little respect for me since he and most of the greatest generation were veterans.

After I discharged from the service, my Daughter and I moved to the Atlanta area where my Parents were living. I figured they could help me get started as a civilian again and I could help them if they needed anything. That was in October of 1978 and I’ve been here ever since.

As time passed and my Mom and Dad got older I watch my Dad go into several surgeries most of which were serious. I wanted to tell him I loved him but never could say the words. He had stroke in 2001 while in Washington DC for the christening of a Navy ship that bore the name of the ship he was on in WWII.

He was never the same after that. He could only say one word clearly. ‘Bullshit’ was used a lot from then on. My Mom took care of him for a few years after that until we moved him to an assisted living home. We had to trick him into going and I don’t think he ever forgave us for that. He always wanted to go home.

I went to see him just before he died and made my peace with him, and yes, I told him I loved him. I don’t think he understood me or even heard me but that was ok, I said it and was glad I did.

October 4th is his birthday. This year he would have been 94.

So back to the song ‘Leader of the Band’, he was the leader of our band, not a musical band but our family and Papa, I don’t think I said I love you near enough.

The Crooked Mouth Story Exposed!

What I always thought

My Dad had been telling this story for as long as I can remember. It would always involve the end of a big meal with lots of family around and it had to be dark, except for the lit candle of course. Since his stroke in 2001 and his passing in 2011, I have not heard the story told.

The family in my Dad’s version of the story always involved 4 family members and a handyman. I found a couple of versions online one of which involved a family member who went to college and his mouth was straight which makes no sense to me because it’s about a family of crooked mouth people. The other version involved a police officer who happened by just when they needed him. This one didn’t make sense to me so I’m going to stick with my Dad’s version.

Now for the story (names changed to protest the innocent)

Once upon a time there was a family called Crooked Mouth. They got their odd name because all the family members had crooked mouths. Pa Pa’s mouth was crooked off to the right. Ma Ma’s mouth was crooked off to the left. Their oldest child was a boy named Billy. Billy’s mouth was crooked in the down direction. The youngest child was a girl named Jane. Jane’s mouth was crooked in the up direction. They also had a Handyman who lived with them named George.

One night there was a fierce storm and all the electricity was out so the Crooked Mouths lit a candle so they could see. When it got to be bed time, they decided to blow out the candle and go to bed.

Pa Pa blew at the candle but all his efforts missed to the right of the flame. Ma Ma said to Pa Pa, “Move over and let me do it!”. She tried and tried but she missed to the left. Billy was the next to try bragging that he could do it. He couldn’t missing below the flame. Jane thought she would try but she missed high. Just when they were about to give up all hope of ever extinguishing the flame, George, who had been watching in amusement, stepped in front of the lit candle, licked his thumb and fore finger, and pinched out the flame.

The moral of the story is …. Could be several. Could be always lick your fingers before touching a candle flame. I like there is more than one way to accomplish a goal.

I Remember 20 Years Ago Today I Remembered 20 Years Ago

I remember it like it was yesterday that day 20 years ago. We had lunch at Tanner’s in Snellville. The ‘20 Years Ago Today’ line always made me think of the Beatles Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band album. That line is in my head today like it was twenty years ago when she turned 20.

The she I am referring to is my daughter Rose. Rosalie Athalie Bigelow to be exact. Her middle name was my mother’s name. Her first name was chosen by her Mom who wanted her named after a rose bush we had. This rose bush was something special. I was in the Air Force when Rose was born and her mom and I lived in a trailer in Tucson, AZ. Trying to grow anything outside in Tucson is difficult let alone a rose bush but this one seemed to like it there. It was vandalized by a neighbor with an axe but even after being split in half, it kept blooming. It was because of it’s strength that Rose’s mom wanted Rose named after it. Rose is as strong as that rose bush.

I’m not going to go through Rosie’s entire life story. First of she would probably shoot me if I did but there just isn’t enough room in this blog to do that. I could write for weeks and not cover it all. I will cover some things though.

Early Years

I got custody of Rose a year or so after my divorce from Rose’s mom and after I got out of the Air Force, we moved to the Atlanta area. That was 1978 and we’ve been here ever since.

I remember getting Rose her first pair of glasses. I had noticed her squinting so I had her eyes checked and she needed glasses really bad. I wait way too long. So long in fact that when we got home that evening after getting her glasses she got out of the car and looked up at the night sky and stood there for several minutes and finally declared “Look at all the stars!”.  I can laugh about it now but I was mad at my self then for waiting so long.

In High School Rose was voted ‘Most Unique’. I can’t think of a more fitting honor for anyone of any age to be called. She is unique always has been, always will be.

Growing up and adult life

Rose always seemed to work. She got a job at the age of 15 at Po Folks waiting table and being a hostess. She was very good at both, She worked at Embers Seafood and Grill in Sandy Springs as a Hostess and exceled. While she worked there she sometimes had to fill in for the Chef and it was there she found her love for cooking. More on that later.

Rose worked in the corporate world for a period of time. She had a higher calling. She wanted to care for the homeless. She ran a homeless shelter in Atlanta that catered to the Family and worked to get people out the shelter and back to work. I remember Christmas parties at the shelter and the total respect that Rose was shown by the residents of the shelter. They loved her and she loved all of them.

The shelter is closed now but there are some people still around that Rosie still takes care of as she has moved on to her next endeavor, catering.

She is a very good cook and she cooks for lots of people. She likes to smoke large sums of meat. She is just getting this part of her career started but I have no doubt she will do well.

To Sum This All Up

It was 20 years ago today that I said it was 20 years ago today that Rosie came into my life and I thank God she did. She is my hero, and I am totally amazed at the shear number of lives she has touch in her short life. Thank you Rosie and Happy Birthday Sweetie!

Let's talk about courage

This is a true story about courage, not mine but someone else's. I won't mention his name because I haven't cleared this with him.

The story starts way back when we were just kids. We had fun as kids, we played together whenever we were together. As we got older we kind of drifted apart. Our lives took different paths. He went to college and I chose the military. Keep in mind that this was the late 60s and early 70s, that's right, the Vietnam War. His philosophy was much more liberal than mine. I was somewhat scary conservative even back then. We didn't see each other for years at a time.

When I got out of the military, I moved to the Atlanta area and he was living in New York. He was married with two kids and I was divorced with custody of my daughter. I immediately found a job and went to work. I wasn't aware what he was up to until one day he and his family showed up on their way to finding a new place to live. They spent a couple of days and I showed them around the area. Then they left to continue their quest to find a new home.

Something happened to them as they were driving but I didn't hear about it for a few days when he called to say they turned around and decided to move here. I was thrilled to have them nearby. As time went by, they had a third child and things seemed good. But maybe not so. There were marriage issues that I will not go into that resulted in a divorce. He got married again to a woman who would be the love of his life who had to little girls of her own so now their blended family formed bonds and friendships that would endure anything.

Two things played big roles in his life. They were music and religion. Let's look at the music for a minute. He played the guitar and banjo. His kids played guitar, banjo, violin, harmonica and God knows what else. Between all of them, they can play anything. They are a talented bunch I got to tell you.

Now let's talk about religion. I don't know when religion came into his life but I'm glad it did because it gave him a sense of purpose and being. He and his family gave so much of themselves and touched so many lives.

I can tell you who I am writing about now because my cousin Scott died of cancer last Saturday with his wife and children by his side.  He had a rare courage because even though he was in awful pain, every time we saw him, he would ask how we were doing. He was my lifelong friend, wonderful father, remarkable human being, and I will miss him until I see him again.

The Parsing of the 2nd Amendment

What the 2nd Amendment Says

A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.

What I Think It Says

I'm not the smartest guy in the world so I rely on research in most cases. The key word in the second amendment is the word 'militia'. Some on the left say is means the military and the second amendment means the military are the ones that should own the guns. Lets say for a moment that militia means the military. The commander in chief of the military is the president. He controls the military. The military consists of about 2.3 million troops active, Guard , and reserves.  Oh, before I forget, lets highlight another important word in the second amendment. That word is 'regulated'. One of the definitions of the word regulated is 'Control or supervise something by means of rules and regulations'. So to me a well regulated militia is one that is controlled of supervised by rules and regulations.

What happens when that control breaks down or the president commands the military to do something that jeopardizes the security of our free state? This is where the last part of the second amendment comes in. It is up to the people to regulate the militia and the only way that can be done is through our right to bear arms. There are approximately 300 million guns in the US. Yeah some may be single shot 22 cal. rifles but by just by mere numbers, we vastly out gun the military. That is a main reason my friends, why no country would ever think of invading our country. That is also the reason why a lot of countries would like to see our guns taken away.

We owe it to ourselves to defend our right to have guns with everything we have and if that right goes away, let the war begin.

 

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

The Good

Yes the fiscal cliff deal had some good parts to it. First off, the Democrats were thanked of the floor of the house for finally acknowledging that the Bush tax cuts benefited more that just the rich. For years that's all we heard about the tax cuts. Secondly, the Bush tax cuts for most everyone have become permanent. no more wondering if and when they expire. Businesses can now plan their expenses regarding payroll which they could not do before. The Alternative Minimum Tax has been fixed. I don't know a great deal about this but I know Congress was fixing it every year so from what I understand, it has been fixed for the long term.

The Bad

There is bad stuff in the deal that we need to talk about. First off was the tax increase on individuals making more than $400K and couples making over $450K. That sounds like a lot of money and it is if it belonged entirely to the tax payer. Have you heard of a Sub-Chapter S Corporation? That is a small business entity where the corporate taxes are paid by the people who own the business. I used to be an owner of such a business so I know how it works.

For example, let's say Bob Smith started a small business and he set it up as a Sub-Chapter S corporation because he wanted the protection of the corporation. Since he is the only share holder, he must pay the corporate taxes on the profit of the corporation as if the profit was all his own income. When the tax rates are low, there is more money to return to the business to help it grow, maybe hire more people and thus help grow the economy. That was the entire point of the GOP opposing tax increases on the "rich".

The next bad thing is the extension of unemployment benefits. What! How can I say that!? I believe that continued unemployment benefits makes the recipient less motivated to go and look for work. I am close to retirement and I have always worked except for very brief periods. I never applied for unemployment, I got my ass out there and did what I had to do to provide for me and my family. I found work.

The Ugly

How the fiscal cliff deal evolved and was resolved is the ugly. We knew it was coming. We knew the last time we (Congress) kicked the can the last time. I blame both parties for this. Obama said any deal needed to have a balanced approach of both tax increases and spending cuts. That is not what happened however. $1.00 of spending cuts to every $41.00 of tax increases is hardly balanced.

Why can't we have the negotiations on C-Span where we all can see how it is being done? Why can't we see for ourselves who is holding up the resolution to the problem and who is working to get done what is best for the country?

What's Next?

The debt ceiling debate is next. The GOP's last chance to do something about the enormous spending problem we have. Sure to be another ugly process.

So what do we do now

How we got here

It has taken years but here we are, a country that has so much debt that we will never pay it back. Specifically, it is not the blame of any political party but we are all to blame. We let it happen. We sat back and did nothing while we let more and more people take more and more from the government which meant fewer of us contributed to it. The result was deficits year after year until we accumulated so much debt we will never be able to pay. 

Whatever happened to personal responsibility? 

Everyone wants what they deserve. That's human nature. The problem is most of us think we deserve more than we really do. We are entitled to what the constitution guarantees us; Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, nothing more. Some have equated the pursuit of happiness to the right of healthcare. They say if you're healthy you're happy. The constitution guarantees the pursuit of happiness, not the right to happiness. 

The idea that the government should provide all our needs means that we will be getting something we didn't pay for. If you disagree, then pay for it yourself! Otherwise you are making someone else pay for it. What gives us the right to take from others to pay for what we can't afford? 

Not much time left

I give us 10 years left before we are no longer. We will still be alive but we will be nothing like we were before. Another country will be the world super power and I doubt they will be as giving as we were. When the time comes and you wonder what happened, look in the mirror and for once take responsibility.

The Fiscal Cliff

Steve Forbes was on Hannity today talking with Rudy Giuliani. He thought congress should once again kick the can till after the new year to provide some time to get a good deal done, not one that is rushed and not read by anyone let alone debated. I totally agree.

If the house were to pass such a bill to allow all the current tax rates and spending to remain where they for say 3 months, how could Reid and BHO not be in favor of it. If they don't, they will own the going over the cliff.

So now let's talk about the 3 months both sides negotiate. I must be public. Put it on C-Span for all to see. We (conservatives) must be willing to give as much as we take. We can't expect to get all spending cuts and not give in on some tax increases. We also need to insist on real cuts, none of this phony reduction in the size of growth.

We currently owe $16,384,000,000. Even if we balanced the budget today and added not another dime to the debt, we would still owe the $16,384,000,000. Do you realize how hard it's going to be paying that back?

I'm really tired of our elected officials doing what's right for them and not what's right for the country.

Been a while

I have no excuse, just lazy I guess. I will try to do better.

The election is coming. There isn't a perfect candidate. Only one who will best solve the immediate needs. After all, we aren't electing them for life, only at most about 10% of your life. Do yourself a favor, forget the social conservative agenda and focus on the tasks at hand.

Open Letter >From An American Airlines Pilot

I was sent this by my Sister-In-Law yesterday and I think it belongs here.
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Open Letter >From An American Airlines Pilot

CANADIAN COMMENT APPEARS AT THE END OF THE ARTICLE AND IS MEANINGFUL, TO  SAY THE LEAST ALONG WITH SOME RECENTLY ADDED BRITISH COMMENT.

This pilot hit the nail right on the head in his open letter.

The paper stated that some Muslim doctor is saying we are profiling him
because he has been checked three times while getting on an airplane.
The following is a letter from a pilot.This well spoken man, who is a
pilot with American Airlines, says what is in his heart, beautifully....

.............................................................

YOU WORRY ME!
By Captain John Maniscalco, American Airlines Pilot


I've been trying to say this since 911, but you worry me. I wish you
didn't. I wish when I walked down the streets of this country that I love,
that your color and culture still blended with the beautiful human
landscape we enjoy in this country. But you don't blend in anymore. I
notice you, and it worries me.

I notice you because I can't help it anymore. People from your homelands,
professing to be Muslims, have been attacking and killing my fellow
citizens and our friends for more than 20 years now. I don't fully
understand their grievances and hate, but I know that nothing can justify
the inhumanity of their attacks.

On September 11, ARAB-MUSLIMS hijacked four jetliners in my country. They
cut the throats of women in front of children and brutally stabbed to
death others. They took control of those planes and crashed them into
buildings, killing thousands of proud fathers, loving sons, wise
grandparents, elegant daughters, best friends, favorite coaches, fearless
public servants, and children's mothers.

The Palestinians celebrated, the Iraqis were overjoyed as was most of the
Arab world. So, I notice you now. I don't want to be worried. I don't want
to be consumed by the same rage, hate and prejudice that has destroyed the
soul of these terrorists But I need your help. As a rational American,
trying to protect my country and family in an irrational and unsafe world,
I must know how to tell the difference between you, and the Arab/Muslim
terrorist.

How do I differentiate between the true Arab/Muslim Americans and the
Arab/Muslim terrorists in our communities who are attending our schools,
enjoying our parks, and living in OUR communities under the protection of
OUR constitution, while they plot the next attack that will slaughter
these same good neighbors and children?

The events of September 11th changed the answer. It is not my
responsibility to determine which of you embraces our great country, with
ALL of its religions, with ALL of its different citizens, with all of its
faults. It is time for every Arab/Muslim in this country to determine it
for me.

I want to know, I demand to know and I have a right to know, whether or
not you love America . Do you pledge allegiance to its flag? Do you
proudly display it in front of your house, or on your car? Do you pray in
your many daily prayers that Allah will bless this nation; that He will
protect it and let it prosper? Or do you pray that Allah with destroy it
in one of your Jihads? Are you thankful for the freedom that this nation
affords? A freedom that was paid for by the blood of hundreds of thousands
of patriots who gave their lives for this country? Are you willing to
preserve this freedom by also paying the ultimate sacrifice? Do you love
America ? If this is your commitment, then I need YOU to start letting ME
know about it.

Your Muslim leaders in this nation should be flooding the media at this
time with hard facts on your faith, and what hard actions you are taking
as a community and as a religion to protect the United States of America .
Please, no more benign overtures of regret for the death of the innocent,
because I worry about who you regard as innocent. No more benign overtures
of condemnation for the unprovoked attacks, because I worry about what is
unprovoked to you. I am not interested in any more sympathy; I am
interested only in action. What will you do for America - our great
country - at this time of crisis, at this time of war?

I want to see Arab-Muslims waving the AMERICAN flag in the streets. I want
to hear you chanting 'Allah Bless America'. I want to see young
Arab/Muslim men enlisting in the military. I want to see a commitment of
money, time and emotion to the victims of this butchering and to this
nation as a whole.

The FBI has a list of over 400 people they want to talk to regarding the
WTC attack. Many of these people live and socialize right now in Muslim
communities. You know them.

You know where they are. Hand them over to us, now! But I have seen little
even approaching this sort of action. Instead I have seen an already
closed and secretive community close even tighter. You have disappeared
from the streets. You have posted armed security guards at your
facilities. You have threatened lawsuits. You have screamed for protection
from reprisals.

The very few Arab/Muslim representatives that HAVE appeared in the media
were defensive and equivocating. They seemed more concerned with making
sure that the United States proves who was responsible before taking
action. They seemed more concerned with protecting their fellow Muslims
from violence directed towards them in the United States and abroad than
they did with supporting our country and denouncing 'leaders' like
Khadafi, Hussein, Farrakhan, and Arafat.

If the true teachings of Islam proclaim tolerance and peace and love for
all people, then I want chapter and verse from the Koran and statements
from popular Muslim leaders to back it up. What good is it if the
teachings in the Koran are good, pure, and true, when your 'leaders' are
teaching fanatical interpretations, terrorism, and intolerance? It matters
little how good Islam SHOULD BE if huge numbers of the world's Muslims
interpret the teachings of Mohammed incorrectly and adhere to a
degenerative form of the religion. A form that has been demonstrated to us
over and over again. A form whose structure is built upon a foundation of
violence, death, and suicide. A form whose members are recruited from the
prisons around the world. A form whose members (some as young as five
years old) are seen day after day, week in and week out, year after year,
marching in the streets around the world, burning effigies of our
presidents, burning the American flag, shooting weapons into the air. A
form whose members convert from a peaceful religion, only to take up arms
against the great United States of America, the country of their birth. A
form whose rules are so twisted, that their traveling members refuse to
show their faces at airport security checkpoints, in the name of Islam.

We will NEVER allow the attacks of September 11, or any others for that
matter, to take away that which is so precious to us -our rights under the
greatest constitution in the world. I want to know where every Arab Muslim
in this country stands and I think it is my right and the right of every
true citizen of this country to demand it. A right paid for by the blood
of thousands of my brothers and sisters who died protecting the very
constitution that is protecting you and your family.

I am pleading with you to let me know. I want you here as my brother, my
neighbor, my friend, as a fellow American. But there can be no gray areas
or ambivalence regarding your allegiance, and it is up to YOU, to show ME,
where YOU stand. Until then, “YOU WORRY ME!”

CANADIAN COMMENTS:

I totally agree with this sentiment. I hope you will forget all about the
'political correctness' mandate we've had rammed down our throats, and see
if this doesn't ring true in your heart and mind. For Canada , with all
the multiculturalism we've been told is so important....why should we not,
as Canadians, expect that the millions of new people immigrating to our
country will show their love for our country, their allegiance to our
country, their willingness to obey the laws of our country, and acceptance
that we are a Christian country? Just because they are able to enjoy
exercising their own religion, they should not expect us to be ashamed of
ours. They knew Canada was a Christian country when they came here. Why
are we erasing Christianity because immigrants who are unwilling to adopt
our way of life expect us to? There is just too much insanity in the
world, and we have to start taking a stand.

I hope you will forward this, so that others will feel they are not alone
if they are starting to feel the same.

A BRIT’S COMMENTS:

At last a clear non racist example of the concerns that the vast majority
of our Nation’s population probably share. The pilot’s letter encapsulates
all that is fair and just about national pride and protection of one’s
national culture. I fear it may be too late here in UK but we too want our
country back in the form that attracted all these different cultures to
come here in the first place!! In all our conversations with a wide range
of friends and acquaintances we have not met one that disagrees with our
own views. If only we all had the courage of our convictions to pass this
on – it is a statement that should be accepted as the heart-felt feelings
of someone with honest commendable national pride. 

My First

There have been numerous firsts in my life. More than I care to to discuss here. I shot my self in the foot once, (that was a first and last). My Daughter was a first child, only child. (another first and last). hmm a pattern emerging?

On my computer at work I have a word doc with the same title as the title of this blog site. I would periodically go in and add to it. I made the an entry about my Mom the day she died a few hours before she died talking about my visit with her the previous day.

See, Random Thoughts, despairs to come.