Thursday, June 9

Donald Trump


Donald Trump is the kind of person who goes to the Super Bowl and thinks the people in the huddle are talking about him.

At a Donald Trump rally the other night, a supporter shouted out the Nazi salute 'Sieg Heil!' Trump immediately responded, "There is no place for that here - save it for my inauguration."

A protester had to be escorted out of a Donald Trump rally last night for yelling, "Trump's a racist." The protester was removed because the Trump campaign has that phrase copyrighted.

Donald Trump said yesterday that if he's elected, he would "probably not talk as much." That's right, if Donald Trump is elected, even HE will be speechless.

Sunday, May 15

Election 2016

Saturday, May 14

Neurogenesis


Can we, as adults, grow new nerve cells? The answer is YES!

According to Sandrine Thuret: Activity impacts neurogenesis, but that's not all. What you eat will have an effect on the production of new neurons in the hippocampus. So here we have a sample of diet -- of nutrients that have been shown to have efficacy. And I'm just going to point a few out to you: Calorie restriction of 20 to 30 percent will increase neurogenesis. Intermittent fasting -- spacing the time between your meals -- will increase neurogenesis. Intake of flavonoids, which are contained in dark chocolate or blueberries, will increase neurogenesis. Omega-3 fatty acids, present in fatty fish, like salmon, will increase the production of these new neurons. Conversely, a diet rich in high saturated fat will have a negative impact on neurogenesis. Ethanol -- intake of alcohol -- will decrease neurogenesis. However, not everything is lost; resveratrol, which is contained in red wine, has been shown to promote the survival of these new neurons.

Friday, May 13

Panel 4W, Row 12



A great philosopher once said, “Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.” When I look back upon the most profound experience of my life as a soldier in the Vietnam war, I have come to realize the deep impact that the dead have upon the living.

I was drafted in 1969, and served my country in the jungles of ‘Nam in 1970 with the 101st Airborne. Our “point” man, Earl Edward McCarty (Panel 4W, Row 12) and his “slack” man, Gale Hill, were childhood friends who entered the Army on the Buddy Program, trained together in Basic and Advanced Individual Training before being sent to Vietnam, and were assigned to the same unit, same squad in Vietnam.

In 1971, after I returned to the United States, I learned that Eddie had been killed by an errant artillery round fired by the ARVN (Army of the Republic of Vietnam), our allies during the war. The loss was devastating to Gale, whom I was informed refused to leave Eddie’s body, which had suffered shrapnel wounds causing his death.

It was years later that I understood the impact of Eddie’s death, and that he had had a secret. I had written a memorial regarding Eddie on an online website which was read by one of his cousins. She contacted me and I provided her with photos of Eddie in Vietnam, and answered questions which helped with their family’s healing.

Eddie’s cousin related that when he came home on leave prior to going to overseas, Eddie had a premonition that he would not come back alive from Vietnam. It was a difficult time for him, and he was undecided about what to do. His mother and father told him that he didn’t have a choice, that he had to go serve his country, and make them proud of him.

When Eddie was killed by “friendly fire,” his mother gave up on her life. His father always said that she died of a broken heart because she made Eddie feel ashamed enough to go to Vietnam. Eddie’s mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness, but never even tried to fight it or help herself. Eddie’s father never remarried.

Eddie’s best friend, Gale, returned to the United States, married, and had a daughter whom he named Eddye after his lifelong friend. Gale was involved in an auto accident which left him completely blind. When contacted, Gale said that he could not remember anything, not even what company or battalion he was in during the war. When asked if he knew the whereabouts of anyone else we served with, Gale stated, “I only know where Eddie is.”


EDDIE McCARTY


GALE HILL

Friday, January 15

Myth of the Moderate Muslim


"THIS" is the best article on Islam that I have ever read.

The author has written elsewhere:

"We Christ followers are admonished to love our enemies and to pray for those who persecute us (see Matthew 5:44). This obliges us to at once love and pray for, among other antichrist subsets, the 1.2 billion Muslims worldwide, including the hundreds-of-millions who faithfully embrace Muhammad’s myriad commands to violence against the Christian, the Jew and all other non-Muslims."

Tuesday, October 27

Fractured Nursery Rhymes


Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater
Had a wife and couldn’t keep her.
Obama gave them Section Eight;
They still have no cash, but are livin’ great!





Twinkle, twinkle, little car,
What a gas guz-zel-er you are!
Your days are few, your grave’s been dug,
‘Cause new cars will need an electric plug.





Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To find some food to eat.
A voice called, “Hey, Mama, it’s your pal Obama!
These link cards just can’t be beat!”





Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
Eating a burger and fries.
Obama yelled, “Jack - enjoy that Big Mac,
‘Cause my health care reform is all lies!”





There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
‘Cause her home was foreclosed on, and dollars were few.
So since she had shelter laced over her head,
Barack just gave her a cellphone instead.





Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Preparing her res-u-me’.
She thought, “Oh, what the heck - the job market’s a wreck;
Let Obama keep paying my way!”





Little Bo Peep keeps counting her sheep
While tossing and turning in bed.
She thinks of her fears as “Obamacare” nears
And exclaims, “ I’ll be better off dead!!”





Tom, Tom the pauper’s son
Stole a gun and away he run!
Knowing crime laws don’t work, and gun laws abound,
Tom will fill HIS new toy with one extra round!





Jack and Jill went up the hill
To attend the public schools.
Their teachers get paid - though they can’t make the grade,
Leaving taxpayers feeling like fools.





Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
“The Department of Ag made my life such a drag,
Now my garden’s just grass that I mow.”





Hey, Diddle Diddle, the “Class in the Middle”
Heard, “good times are soon on the way.”
Now, they look in their purse and find times have got worse
‘Cause their government still screws them each day!





Old MacDonald had a farm,
E-I-E-I-O.
And on his farm he raised his crops,
E-I-E-I-O:
Soybeans, oats, and hay and corn,
Calves and chickens there were born.
Old MacDonald had a farm,
E-I-E-I-O.
Old MacDonald died one day,
E-I-E-I-O.
So, now tax time was on its way,
E-I-E-I-O:
County, fed’ral, state, and death -
His land then drew ITS final breath.
Old MacDonald HAD a farm.
EEE! - I!- EEE! - I! - OOOOHH!!!





Little Boy Blue, quit blowing your horn,
You’re just one of many who’s mad and forlorn.
Those elitists in Washington have all of the clout.
It’s time that the people just run ‘em all out!





The Farmer in the Dell
Was doing very well,
Then along came the EPA
And his business went to hell!




Humpty Dumpty sat on Wall Street;
He "cracked" as he watched his funds fall and deplete.
"Egged" on by advisors, he was now "broke" and poor;
He - and his cash - should've stayed in the fridge door.




Georgie, Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,
Is it Washington's antics that make you cry?
'Cause they do as they please and won't follow the rules,
But then view all their people back home as the fools?!



A tisket, a tasket
I bought myself a casket
'Twas cheaper than Obamacare
For when I "blow a gasket"!


Baa Baa Ba-rack,
Have you any will?
"No sir, no sir;
I don't have the skill".

You've ruined our e-co-no-my,
And jobs have left for good;
You've turned your back on pointless crimes
By gangstas in the 'hood.

Our allies are afraid of you;
They don't trust what you say.
Your words embolden all our foes
With their plans to play and fray.

Your conscience should be laden
With embarrassment and guilt;
You're destroying a great nation
Our forefathers proudly built.

So, please go back from whence you came -
Chicago thinks you're wiser;
But better yet, Kenya could use
A community organizer!




Hickory Dickory Dock,
Iused to punch a time clock.
And 'cause I'm unemployed, I get so annoyed
When the bill collectors knock.




Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And an ally to the U.S.A.
He knew getting along would make both countries strong
If an enemy came our way.

He was good to the States and made frequent dates
For visits, with issues to solve.
He knew we could lead to face any need
If problems would ever evolve.

The American people showed up to the polls
To elect their first potentate -
His agenda was scary, and the allies were wary
Of Barack Obama’s slate.

His words and decisions would do flips and flops,
And King Cole feared his country’s demise -
Saying, “This Kenyan cad is nothin’ but bad,
And I’ve caught him in several big lies.”

America’s losing support from its friends
‘Cause its actions, they cannot condone;
While the bad guys still play the al-Queda way,
“The U.S. can stand there alone.”






This little piggy went to market
With a link card from Uncle Sam.
The little piggy got roast beef and shrimp
While she shopped without giving a damn.

The other little piggy, well, he stayed home
Watching game shows and soaps every day.
The jerk would not work - he enjoyed the perk
Of someone else paying his way.

The other folks in the neighborhood -
Little piggies - they were NOT;
They worked hard to the max, and paid their tax,
So they couldn’t afford a lot.

The workers would scoff while filling the trough,
Crying, “This is such a scam!
If we were smart, we’d stop pulling the cart
And turn piggies into bacon and ham!”





Jack, be nimble! Jack, be quick!
Al-Queda’s weapons are oh, so slick;
You hear the deadly boom and bam
While Obama doesn’t give a damn.

Jack’s overseas without a plan,
But he keeps on fightin’ as best he can.
Obama thinks this is just a game,
‘Cause to him you have no face, no name.

Obama doesn’t seem to care
What’s truly happenin’ over there.
And another thing he doesn’t learn
Is to pray each day for your safe return.

The folks back home appreciate
The flag Jack serves - because it’s great;
But Obama has chosen to carve away
At funds to ensure he’ll be okay.

And saddest yet; once home, Jack gets
New troubling, disrespectful threats;
‘Cause his needs aren’t met and he feels the snub
While Obama swings another golf club.

He claims to be “Commander-in-Chief”
But ignores requests for Jack’s relief.
Washington’s war on our troops has to quit
And Barack Obama should start givin’ a shit!






Jack Sprat could eat no fat;
His wife could eat no lean.
The first lady gave them a diet plan
With the strangest food list they’ve seen.

Michelle said, “You folks must eat this stuff
‘Cause I know what’s good for you;
If I catch you cheatin’ and junk food eatin’
I’ll call in the food police crew.”

The Sprats vainly struggled for several long days
To comply with this odd tasteless fare.
They knew if they failed, they’d surely get nailed
And turned down for Obama-care.

Later, the Sprats concluded,
“This first lady is some kind of nut!
She’s playing the “nanny”, but should check her own fanny!”
Then they headed for Pizza Hut.





Sing a Song of Sixpence;
It’s such a small amount;
‘Cause Obama and his cronies
Cleaned out my bank account.
I went to cash my paycheck,
And when I did, I found;
That - unabashed, they’ve seized my cash
And spread it all around.

Obama’s in the White House
Counting all the money;
His wife is in her garden
Looking dumb and funny.
The Chief of Staff lets out a laugh
At all the mess they’ve made,
But the working stiff falls off the cliff
‘Cause his bills cannot be paid.

The I.R.S. loves scare-ing
The working, middle class
With audits and collection,
So many lose their ass.
The Fed Reserve Chair grins at
The phony interest rates;
He doesn’t care, for they don’t bear
An impact on Bill Gates!

I sing this silly nursery rhyme -
It’s all I can afford;
My boss has cut my hours
So I get a trifle bored.
Is this the kind of “hope” and “change”
The voters truly crave?
While Washington and Madison
Are rolling in the grave?!