14th Amendment To U.S. Constitution Passed This Day In 1866: Indians, Women, Kids, Not Citizens

(I GOT THIS ARTICLE FROM GOOGLE PLUS, JAMMISON HILL, HISTORY)

XIV Amendment passed by the U.S. House of Representatives today in 1866, ratified by states on July 9th. All persons born in U.S. are citizens, no state shall deny person life, liberty, or property without due process; representatives shall be apportioned among the states based on numbers of persons (defined as males over 21, excluding Indians not taxed) in each state.
Reconstruction Amendments to the U.S. Constitution
Reconstruction Amendments to the U.S. Constitution

More Blessed Than Deserved: A Re-post From Super Bowl Sunday

 

It’s about 1410 Est on Supper Bowl Sunday. It has been a very boring day, have been on the computer since I got up bout nine. I have been aiming to put some other things into the blog other than just the poems I have been putting in. I still browsing poems I have written but I have been wanting to give some of my thoughts and presentations on life and the world we are all living in. So, I m not saying that I am special or smarter than anyone else, I am just going to put some thoughts out to you folks to see if you think or feel the same way about life and world issues. So, if you would, after you read my posts, comment, let me know what you think okay? I am not just trying to get folks to agree with me like some blinded herd of cattle, if you don’t agree with me on an issue, that’s cool, tell me why you either do or don’t. You know, a lot of time the most learning that one can obtain is when one disagrees within an orderly discussion.

Lately I have been occasionally thinking about my age (57). I have been thinking about different times in my life when I was at one of those “decision moments”. You know what I’m talking about, moments like I had in April of 1977. I was in the Air Force in Biloxi Mississippi when my wife up and left with my two young babies. She left to go back up to northern Illinois to move in with an x-best friend. Well it became one of those decision times, no, I wasn’t thinking about killing either of them, neither one was worth it. My decision was about whether to take  an Honorable Discharge and go back to Illinois to see if I could get my family back, or just stay in the Service and continue trying to continue my life without them. I chose the discharge and went back to northern Illinois pretty much knowing she wasn’t going to get back with me. But I guess in my head I had hoped we could get back together because I wanted my kids. But after I had gone back to Illinois I began to realize that I didn’t want my now ex-wife back. Right there, this was one of those life decision moments. I should have stood up right there and gone back into the Air Force. I could have been a more respectable ex-husband and dad than the process I chose of bouncing around the country. I had many jobs and knew many different ladies and friends but I should have been more stable and stayed in one place longer. I don’t know what I was running from most, my recent failures or was it because of being afraid of success.

The Lord has blessed me all of my life. I seldom if ever have been deserving of how kindly the Lord has treated me throughout these years I have been given. In my life I have always been blessed with someplace to lay my head and though I have never died from starvation (obviously), I have been blessed to know what hunger feels like.

I have never been one to run from work. That is probably one of my biggest faults, I worked my body into an early grave. When for decades in your life you have worked a normal work week of 100 plus hours per week this will destroy the chemistry of ones body, and of their mind. A body and a mind, even if they are not doing hard physical labor cannot work twelve to twenty hours a day seven days a week forever. Even if you are fortunate enough to never sustain a serious injury when you work yourself about 360 days a year. This is depression, you think sometimes that you don’t deserve a real life. This is what I felt I deserved, nothing. Depression, I think I grew up with it because of how my dad always chose to behave. The next biggest kick in the teeth is when I lost my two babies. But she and I neither one was anything but ignorant teenagers when she got pregnant and we got married.

Parents aren’t the end all of how a person grows up though. I was blessed with a fantastic mom, but dad not so good. I guess I got strike one from him, 21 and divorced, both kids taken away, strike two. Then through ignorance not going back into the Air Force, strike three. I let myself strike out, I gave up on life at 21 I guess.

When people think of “what if”, we must always remember the other side of a change. If I/we were able to change our direction at any point in our life the good things we have experienced in our lives and the path that we did choose, would have never happened.

There is also another unknown issue to be considered. Two years into my second marriage in July of 83 I went into the Army. This marriage was one of those loveless marriages in that she had absolutely zero love for me. I had decided that being that I really had no real marriage and that I still felt guilty for not having completed my previous military agreement, this is why I went in the Army. I felt I should serve at least one four-year hitch, this was the patriotic side of my brain talking. I figured we would probably stay married, mostly just in name only. This would keep her on the military insurance and I figured I would make the house payment for her but I wasn’t planning on doing anything else to help her hate-filled ass.

She was a non-practicing Jehovah’s Witness so she did not believe in military service. She told me just before I left for boot camp at Ft. Dix, NJ she said that “God will get you for this.” I started boot camp 7-18-83. At eighteen hundred on 8-11-83 while on a bivouac I was struck by lightning. Maybe she was right or maybe God just has a sense of humor but that did hurt a lot. After I cleared medical I was discharged in February 1984. I have a 40% service connected disability but in reality it physically destroyed my physical life.

The (other side) of the decisions of which I spoke earlier is simple. I could say if I hadn’t gone back into the military I wouldn’t have been hit by the lightning and I would have had a healthy adult life. Or if I had stayed in the Air Force when I was younger I would not have been at Ft. Dix that evening. But now think, I would have been in Desert Shield and Desert Storm. If what happened to me had not happened only God knows the results. I could have found the wrong end of a Republican Guards little grey pill.

Life is filled with what ifs, you know, none of it really matters. And really, it’s not worth wasting grey matter on. We are where we are, the things we did or did not do either good or bad we all have our own personal history. We all will one day answer for all these things at our own allotted time at the Lord’s Judgement Seat.

Do you remember the title of this post, more blessed than deserved? I have tried to be a good person almost all of my life and I have never been one to try to hurt people on purpose. Yet it seems to me that there aren’t all that many sins that I have not committed at one time or another. By no means have I ever been perfect, yet look at how kind the Lord has been to me. I have been married three times. The first was for two years, this is where I was blessed with my blood children, one boy and one girl. The second marriage was for eighteen horrible years! She had a son who was eleven when I married his mom. He is almost 44 now and I have always called him my son to this day and he knows that I love him. I am still married to my third wife for a little over 14 years now. She had a six-year-old son when we wed. He is 21 now and living on his own here in the town his mom and I live in.

So, the Lord has blessed me with four kids and also seven grand kids. I have a woman in my life now who actually loves me and treats me great. In March of 99, I had open heart surgery, that is where I learned that the lightning had literally fried all of my innards. At this time, March 99, the heart doctors told me that if I really behaved and if I was lucky that I might live for another three or four years. Friends, if I am granted seeing next month, that will be fifteen years ago.

So, blessed more than I deserved, yes I think so. Though I have known many types of pain I have lived through them, just like we all have. You here now, have your thoughts fluttered into your past as you have been reading this post? Friends we are all still here in this puzzle that is our lives. Let’s try to make the best of the position in life that we are at. Let us all try to look toward the blue sky moments and to shed the hailstones.

Just remember we are blessed just by being alive at this very moment in time. If at some point in our lives, if we have been able to go back and change it to avoid a painful event you know you and I are only humans, we do not always know what is best. Who knows if changing a point in time in our past in our new reality we could have ended up being one of Jeffery Dahmer’s former ex-neighbors.

Maturity: Have I Ever Been Guilty Of It (Written On 7-4-15)

Maturity: Have We Ever Been Guilty Of It (Written On 7-4-15)

 

Today Our Nation turns 239 years of age. I am of the generations of Americans who in 1976 on this date was 19 years old. 1976 Was Our Nations 200th birthday. Now, in this time era I am 58 years old. All of you folks who are of an age where you can remember 1976, do the memories of how you were raised back then ever haunt you? The maturity as you see maturity today, how were the adults in your life toward you? I am speaking of at home, in the neighborhoods, churches, schools? Just something I would like you to chew on while you hopefully continue reading the article.

 

1976, I was married with one child and another in the oven getting ready to say howdy, I was 19 and immature and ignorant as a young man could be. Maturity, I sure do wish I and my Bride at the time could have had more of it. That alone would not have been able to save that marriage, but it sure wouldn’t have hurt matters any. When your parents, guardians, and adults at your schools fail to have the young people ready for the real world they are getting ready to step into, they/we have failed those young people. Is this a lack of maturity, morality, caring, or love, on the adults part? When the parents, teachers, administrators, churches, and neighborhoods fail to train and care for the little eyes watching us, our lack of maturity and caring is plainly on display. When you are 18 and have your fresh new Diploma in your hand, now what? It is difficult to survive in the real world with little or no education, technical training, or preparedness training by the ones who are supposed to be the grownups.

 

39 Years ago today I still had good health, but really no dreams. Everyday was about getting enough hours on my near minimum wage jobs to buy the grocery’s and pay the rent. Today at 58 my health has been better and I have been blessed with a life time of memories, good and bad. But I do know this, the immaturity of a parental figure, of teachers, coaches, and many other adults involved with the lives of a child, stays with the child for life.

 

I look back at the good memories and I try to forget the bad ones of the things done to me by supposed caring adults. Do you know the feeling of how you don’t want to be like your father figure when you grow up, then have to face the facts, in many ways you were worse? My dad died in December of 93, I was 37. Twenty plus years have passed now, his immaturity, his hate, the hurts are all written in stone now, yet the memories still invade my thoughts sometimes. My own mistakes though, my own lack of maturity, of grownup actions, at times these haunt me day and night.

 

Maturity matters so very much in each and every one of us. Teaching maturity, respect and kindness to our children and our grandchildren through our examples is the least we can do for them. Teachers, now there is a tough job for any poor Soul to try. There are many good teachers and most of the ones in my life I had to give a C too. There are three or four that stand out in my memories as adults who actually cared and tried to help kids at lest learn the class material well enough to be passed onto the next grade or level. Most you could tell were just putting in their shift, any job can get old but around kids though they absorb the caring or lack there of from these adults. So yes there were some A Teachers and I still remember their names and their faces. Unfortunately it seems that every school is just like every other business, there are some employees/teachers that should be arrested, not awarded with a pay check and then a pension. Dang, that sounds like Wall Street some doesn’t it?

 

I have a question for you, when you finished high school were you ready/prepared to step into the adult world? Did you really have a clue about real life? If you were ready, if you really did have a clue about survival, congratulations, I didn’t. Maturity is a huge part of society. Our children will find it difficult to grow and prosper as a civilized society if our children are not treated fairly by us now. In trying to always be honest with you I had a parent who really needed to work on his caring skills but I was blessed with one great parent. My opinion of some of the teachers I had as well as a few principles and administrators who were a pathetic joke as far as even being decent a human beings toward me. It’s difficult to understand how some people came up with the idea that they should go into the education field is beyond me. Then again how many young folks top concern when they spread their legs is how ready they are to lovingly raise little Jack and little Jill?

 

Teaching maturity to our children by our examples helps give them a huge crucial building block toward having a happy productive life. When we and the school systems fail to act like intelligent adults we condemn our own children to ignorance, depression, poverty, and broken homes. Maturity, morality and kindness are things that all decent human beings need to have nurtured into them as children.  Instead we use, abuse, discard and treat them like computerized toilet paper. Many children grow up to be abusers, that is all they know, so with each generation many people commit even greater sins than their fathers. Maturity matters, caring matters, love matters, do the children matter?

 

 

 

Who Do You Consider To Be Your Family

Who Do You Consider To Be Your Family

 

Who do you consider your family to be? I know from raising this subject within small groups that people have a wide variety of answers to that simple question. Some people only feel that their immediate household is their family, you know, Mom, Dad, and siblings. I have met quite a few people who have even divorced some of or all of those people from their lives. I have met many people who are by blood siblings or parents of friends that I know well, whom when you met them you see why your friends have no use for this or that blood relative. When I was growing up I was inundated by alcoholics who were also close blood and of course those they chose to hang around and guzzle the suds with. These days it seems that drugs like crack and meth are the vehicle which is totally ripping families apart. When people get hooked on those chemicals they usually find themselves unemployed and homeless when they have used up all of their friends and family because they will steal from anyone to get another high. After a while even close family members tell them to never darken their doorway again. Of course there are many other reasons also that causes families to fall apart, to me, either which way you look at this issue it is sad when brother won’t speak to his brother, or parent to child.

 

 

My wife as well as a few other people throughout my life have told me they think I’m nuts because to me once you are family, you are always family. I have at times joked that I must have some Italian blood in my veins because of how I feel about this issue. I know that I don’t, my tree just goes back to Norway, Ireland, Scotland, and England so I’m just a Scandinavian area mutt. The only brother that I ever knew (one brother died before I was born) was married three times before he died from an aneurysm at the age of 43. He was seven years older than me and so he was out whoring around well before I was. Each of the three ladies that he married already had kids when he married them. He had one child with each of them but there were/are 18 kids that weren’t his. Don’t think that I am trying to get uppity on my brother now because I myself have been married three times also. Total I have two blood kids of my own and I have two-step kids that to me are my kids as if they were blood, I love all four of them. They are all four grown and I have seven grand-kids now, I consider myself to be a very fortunate person.

 

 

About everyone I know thinks we have got this in our DNA of caring, or we don’t. I am from a small core family of five, so to me once a person or persons are family, you are always family. Should I not speak with former in-laws of my own or of my brother just because of a divorce? Do you just stop communicating with people that you grew to love as if they just don’t matter anymore? To me it is difficult to stop loving someone who you have honestly loved. You see, to me all of my brothers kids and step kids are my nephews and nieces and they always will be, just as his three x-wives will always be sisters to me.

 

 

What is your opinion on my line of thoughts and beliefs about family? Do you think I am just plain odd that I would count people as family the way I do? What is your opinion on whom you consider to be in your heart? I have met a few people who when they got old enough to get out on their own they totally divorced themselves from everyone they knew usually because of how they were treated in their growing up years. To me that would be a sad personal situation for any person to be in but I have also know of parents who put their kid on the street and told them to never come to their door again. It is sad for people to have such splits in their lives, it really doesn’t surprise me why many people only consider people who are not blood, to be their real family. Well, if you would, drop me a line on your thought’s of what or who, that you consider to make up a family. Thank you for your time, I appreciate you stopping in. Goodnight and God’s blessings I pray for you and your family, (inner circle).—Oldpoet56

 

 

(History/Poem) Twisted and Tangled

Twisted And Tangled

 

April 21st, 1967 a day that

To me, in my mind, will always live in infamy

 

This the day an F-4 tornado

Touched down in our hometown

Killing and injuring many

Putting a dark spot on all our history

 

Was about four on Friday afternoon

Down the business twenty corridor it came

Striking the Chrysler Plant about shift change

The Pacemaker grocery store

Highland Hospital and the neighborhoods

But the high school with children filled

Buses lined up, the tornado’s wrath did vent

 

Many a white cross where children

Now lay in rest

It’s not just cars and houses

That such storms tangle and twist

The empty desks within the class

Forever a reminder of our friends

And children that we so deeply miss

 

 

More Blessed Than Deserved

More Blessed Than Deserved

 

It’s about 1410 Est on Supper Bowl Sunday. It has been a very boring day, have been on the computer since I got up bout nine. I have been aiming to put some other things into the blog other than just the poems I have been putting in. I still have a lot of poems I have written but I have been wanting to give some of my thoughts and presentations on life and the world we are all living in. So, I m not saying that I am special or smarter than anyone else, I am just going to put some thoughts out to you folks to see if you think or feel the same way about life and world issues. So, if you would, after you read my posts, comment, let me know what you think okay? I am not just trying to get folks to agree with me like some blinded herd of cattle, if you don’t agree with me on an issue, that’s cool, tell me why you either do or don’t. You know, a lot of time the most learning that one can obtain is when one disagrees within an orderly discussion.

Lately I have been occasionally thinking about my age (61). I have been thinking about different times in my life when I was at one of those “decision moments”. You know what I’m talking about, moments like I had in April of 1977. I was in the Air Force in Biloxi Mississippi when my wife up and left with my two young babies. She left to go back up to northern Illinois to move in with an x-best friend. Well it became one of those decision times, no, I wasn’t thinking about killing either of them, neither one was worth it. My decision was about whether to take an Honorable Discharge and go back to Illinois to see if I could get my family back, or just stay in the Service and continue trying to continue my life without them. I chose the discharge and went back to northern Illinois pretty much knowing she wasn’t going to get back with me. But I guess in my head I had hoped we could get back together because I wanted my kids. But after I had gone back to Illinois I began to realize that I didn’t want my now ex-wife back. Right there, this was one of those life decision moments. I should have stood up right there and gone back into the Air Force. I could have been a more respectable ex-husband and dad than the process I chose of bouncing around the country. I had many jobs and knew many different ladies and friends but I should have been more stable and stayed in one place longer. I don’t know what I was running from most, my recent failures or was it because of being afraid of success.

The Lord has blessed me all of my life. I seldom if ever have been deserving of how kindly the Lord has treated me throughout these years I have been given. In my life I have always been blessed with someplace to lay my head and though I have never died from starvation (obviously), I have been blessed to know what hunger feels like.

I have never been one to run from work. That is probably one of my biggest faults, I worked my body into an early grave. When for decades in your life you have worked a normal work week of 100 plus hours per week this will destroy the chemistry of ones body, and of their mind. A body and a mind, even if they are not doing hard physical labor cannot work twelve to twenty hours a day seven days a week forever. Even if you are fortunate enough to never sustain a serious injury when you work yourself about 360 days a year. This is depression, you think sometimes that you don’t deserve a real life. This is what I felt I deserved, nothing. Depression, I think I grew up with it because of how my dad always chose to behave. The next biggest kick in the teeth is when I lost my two babies. But she and I neither one was anything but ignorant teenagers when she got pregnant and we got married.

Parents aren’t the end all of how a person grows up though. I was blessed with a fantastic mom, but dad not so good. I guess I got strike one from him, 21 and divorced, both kids taken away, strike two. Then through ignorance not going back into the Air Force, strike three. I let myself strike out, I gave up on life at 21 I guess.

When people think of “what if”, we must always remember the other side of a change. If I/we were able to change our direction at any point in our life the good things we have experienced in our lives and the path that we did choose, would have never happened.

There is also another unknown issue to be considered. Two years into my second marriage in July of 83 I went into the Army. This marriage was one of those loveless marriages in that she had absolutely zero love for me. I had decided that being that I really had no real marriage and that I still felt guilty for not having completed my previous military agreement, this is why I went in the Army. I felt I should serve at least one four-year hitch, this was the patriotic side of my brain talking. I figured we would probably stay married, mostly just in name only. This would keep her on the military insurance and I figured I would make the house payment for her but I wasn’t planning on doing anything else to help her hate-filled ass.

She was a non-practicing Jehovah’s Witness so she did not believe in military service. She told me just before I left for boot camp at Ft. Dix, NJ she said that “God will get you for this.” I started boot camp 7-18-83. At eighteen hundred on 8-11-83 while on a bivouac I was struck by lightning. Maybe she was right or maybe God just has a sense of humor but that did hurt a lot. After I cleared medical I was discharged in February 1984. I have a 40% service connected disability but in reality it physically destroyed my physical life.

The (other side) of the decisions of which I spoke earlier is simple. I could say if I hadn’t gone back into the military I wouldn’t have been hit by the lightning and I would have had a healthy adult life. Or if I had stayed in the Air Force when I was younger I would not have been at Ft. Dix that evening. But now think, I would have been in Desert Shield and Desert Storm. If what happened to me had not happened only God knows the results. I could have found the wrong end of a Republican Guards little grey pill.

Life is filled with what ifs, you know, none of it really matters. And really, it’s not worth wasting grey matter on. We are where we are, the things we did or did not do either good or bad we all have our own personal history. We all will one day answer for all these things at our own allotted time at the Lord’s Judgement Seat.

Do you remember the title of this post, more blessed than deserved? I have tried to be a good person almost all of my life and I have never been one to try to hurt people on purpose. Yet it seems to me that there aren’t all that many sins that I have not committed at one time or another. By no means have I ever been perfect, yet look at how kind the Lord has been to me. I have been married three times. The first was for two years, this is where I was blessed with my blood children, one boy and one girl. The second marriage was for eighteen horrible years! She had a son who was eleven when I married his mom. He is almost 48 now and I have always called him my son to this day and he knows that I love him. I am still married to my third wife for a little over 18 years now. She had a six-year-old son when we wed. He is 24 now and living on his own here in the town his mom and I live in.

So, the Lord has blessed me with four kids and also seven grand kids. I have a woman in my life now who actually loves me and treats me great. In March of 99, I had open heart surgery, that is where I learned that the lightning had literally fried all of my innards. At this time, March 99, the heart doctors told me that if I really behaved and if I was lucky that I might live for another three or four years. Friends, if I am granted seeing next month, that will be nineteen years ago.

So, blessed more than I deserved, yes I think so. Though I have known many types of pain I have lived through them, just like we all have. You here now, have your thoughts fluttered into your past as you have been reading this post? Friends we are all still here in this puzzle that is our lives. Let’s try to make the best of the position in life that we are at. Let us all try to look toward the blue sky moments and to shed the hailstones.

Just remember we are blessed just by being alive at this very moment in time. If at some point in our lives, if we have been able to go back and change it to avoid a painful event you know you and I are only humans, we do not always know what is best. Who knows if changing a point in time in our past in our new reality we could have ended up being one of Jeffery Dommer’s former ex-neighbors.

Modern America And The Old DucK Dude

Here in the U.S. there has been a national debate of sorts going on about the comments of a reality show figure who is one of the stars of the program called Duck Dynasty. This person whose name is Phil Robertson is the patriarch of a family whom this program is centered around. This program and this family are/were very wildly popular here in the States, as of the time of my writing this article. I had not followed this program at all, not so much as watching one program, but you can’t miss the marketing of Duck Dynasty products in most every major retailer you walk into as well as the marketing you see on your television.

In early December I turned on my TV one morning and caught about the last ten minutes of a Barbara Walters program called The View. I know that I am a guy and that this is more of a Chick kind of a program but I have watched it many times in the past anyway. It’s not a bad program at all, not my favorite by any means but I find it better that the other programing in this time slot, plus it goes off at noon when our local news programs come on. This morning the whole Robertson family from Duck Dynasty were the programs guests.  In this ten to fifteen minute’s of programing I learned that the Robertsons are a Christian family, that they can sing, quite well actually, as they sang a Christmas song. I also learned that they had a Christmas album coming onto the sales market soon. I also learned then that Phil is the figurehead of the family, that he is 68 years old and that he is a Vietnam Vet.

About ten days or so later Phil Robertson made some comments to a GQ reporter in an interview that has raised quite a stink here in this country. As I said earlier I don’t know how much or even if this is news in any other nation but it has caused a lot of debate here, most of it highly tinged with hatefulness. Here in America our media, especially the national media, TV, Radio, and Print are almost all what I call to be way far left Liberal, as is Hollywood, as is the far left of the Democratic political party which our President is Commander and Chief of. When Mr Robertson made these comments the media jumped all over him about what he said and to his credit Mr Robertson did not change his story or back down. It is obvious that Mr Robertson has both conviction in his Christian faith, and he has a backbone, something that most of our political leaders, the big media, and Hollywood seem to have none of.

After Mr Robertson’s comments were made I heard outrage from the gay community mostly at first then from some of the so called leaders of the American black community like the Reverend Jesse Jackson condemning what he had said. Some of the gay guys that got their face in front of cameras made comments about things that Mr Robertson had compared being gay to. One I heard several times was that he compared being gay to beastilaty. All I can say to these type comments are that I have read what he was suppose to have said twice and I have watched him making his comments a couple of times and I personally never heard him mention beastiality, maybe he did somewhere but I didn’t see or hear it. Mr Robertson did mention homosexuals and a few other items that the Bible spells out as being sins though. What really ticks off most of the gay community is when their lifestyle is called sinful and the Bible does exactly that. This is one of the big reasons the gay community in large numbers along with Hollywood, the media and the far liberal left of our country are so angry at Christianity is because the Bible says they are sinning and this infuriates these folks. There is a big problem here in America with the falling away of people from the Churches, a huge reason for this falling away is the tremendous ego’s of so many people today. These people refuse to be told that they can not do everything and anything that they want to do and the Church and the Bible calls them out on this so they turn on the Church and Christians and scream and holler about how hatefilled Christianity is because the Bible says no to them.

Now I would like to address comments Mr Robertson made about black folks in his GQ interview. Mr Robertson was raised in the deep south in a self admitted white trash life style. To a large degree the term white trash tends to be put upon the very poor of the white race here in our country. As most people know that when you are very poor this means you have less possessions, seldom can get a quality education, enough food or clothing and you tend to live in less than quality housing. This is true for any of the very poor no matter what skin color one happens to be wearing. Mr Robertson was born in 1945 so his growing up years, up to 18, were before the major marches led by the likes of  Doctor, Reverend Martin Luther King JR.. In the interview Mr Robertson spoke about the black folks that he knew when he was growing up who were the same ones he lived around and worked in the fields with hoeing and picking cotton with. He said that while he was growing up he never once saw a black person get mistreated with his own eyes. A person does need to remember back to their childhood especially if you had a real rough one like I did. When you are used to being treated like garbage (white trash) all the time you are so used to it, it becomes natural and you don’t really think much on it, people can be treating you bad and you don’t even realise it because you are so used to being treated like you are nothing. He also said that the black folks he grew up with seemed happier during those times because they/along with himself, were working and singing church hymns and lived a Christian life. He said the things we all see today like the hatefulness toward each other was something he didn’t see with his own eyes back then. The man did not say that there was no evil toward blacks or the evil from blacks toward other races while he was growing up, he just said he didn’t see any of it. For this man telling the truth that he saw in his life these so called black leaders like the hate filled fraud, the Reverend Jesse Jackson, (my opinion of him) have been blasting him. Who is committing the sins here? At no time have I seen or heard Mr Robinson refer negatively toward any race, has he ever done it, I don’t know, I’m not hooked to the man at the hip. But for what he has said in that GQ interview people need to look in the mirror and check their own souls before they spout hate.

In our country the far left (media, Hollywood, far left democrats) started yelling loudly right after this GQ interview got out to the public. The company that owns the rights to the Duck Dynasty program (A&E) quickly suspended Phil Robertson from the show. Evidently this program is the top earning program that A&E has and I hear that it is the top earning and most watched reality program in the history of reality programs. The figure I have heard a few times is that it is valued at 500 million dollars. Well as I spoke earlier,  the Robertson family is a Christian family, this is a family program, they function as a family. What happened is that the family decided to quit the show if their leader could not be part of it. A&E quickly decided to reinstate Phil, during the short suspension A&E was absolutely blasted by the fan base demanding they reinstate Phil, personally the loss of a 500 million dollar cash cow may have also played into their decision. Either way, it helps A&E take the high road against the leftist hypocrisy.

Well, I might as well finish this article up with the newest last thing that people are gripping about with Phil Robertson. He was talking on film about men, women and marriages. No, this comment isn’t about gay stuff, the controversy is about peoples ages. He said that when men are looking for a wife they should look for the younger women. He said that the older ones are concerned about your money and that the teenage girls are not. Now if he was talking about someone like himself at 68, or myself at 57, and if he was talking about legal teenagers (18,19) years old I would think he is crazy. Besides me not having anything in common to share with a girl that could be by age my granddaughter, a girl that age would have a sex drive that would kill an old man like me, or him. I know, some guys are saying, yep, but I would die with a smile on my face. But all joking aside, Mr Robinson was 19 when he married his wife of 15, this would have been in 1964 I believe. For him and his bride this year will be 50 years of marriage, pretty cool. In 1975 I was 18 when I married the mother to my blood kids, she was 15. I totally believe he is speaking to the young men, that he thinks personally that they should look toward the teenage girls when looking for a good wife. I do not believe he is telling anyone that they should go find them a 13 year old to mary, that would be illegal in every state as far as I know, but 18, 19, and in some states 17 is of legal age. Personally I have always thought that maturity is a major factor in a marriage and it is probably more difficult to find that the younger you go, but thats just me.

One of the good things about our country is that we are suppose to be able to speak what we think and believe but I doesn’t look like we the people are going to have this Constitutional privilege much longer. Between the NSA, the Patriot Act, and the self righteous hatefilled mouthpieces (media, Hollywood, both political parties) it is already to a place that if any of us say anything that these people don’t like they are going to come at you hard and heavy and telling the truth is not part of their arsenal.

Dirty Little Secrets

Just because we were young

Girl, I kept your secrets

Because both of our kids were young

I pray their minds will be free of your deceptions.

Secrets, O how much they can harm

Couples dirty little secrets

How many deaths have you caused?

Dirty little secrets, O how you mar the soul and heart.

Secrets, prognosticate the lies that now come

Why always the need to bury a truth?

Secrets, used to skirt life’s real issues

In the mirror, what is that looking back at you?

Do you even know what you are, dirty little secrets.

The human experience, we all keep some secrets

Sometimes to protect the heart of a friend

We all know it’s okay to lie, to deceive

I’ll just pretend I don’t know, your dirty little secrets.

I wish that perfect I could be

A disgrace is all I see

When I see the secrets inside of me

Lord I come to you on bent  knees

Please cleanse me of all, my dirty little secrets.

(Humor/Poem) Wagons West

Wagons West

 

Wagon west from Virginia’s foothills

Six kids in the family

Four wheels of wood and steel

Two mules a straining at the whip

Bluegrass Appalachian foothills

Ohio river first then the mighty Mississippi

Cherokee arrows, thankful Lord, they all missed

Camping under the arch, evening sun pointing west

Wagon master hollering, everyone get in line

If the weather holds, and no injuns attack

We should all be at our new home soon

Spearfish Dakota, in about three week’s time

Mr. Custer says is no need to worry about Sioux

Says their running scared of the bugle and the blue

The train, we got six injuns riding point

You can see the hate of us in their eyes

Mr. Custer, on your words

Thirty families risk their lives

We had not yet cleared Nebraska

News came, yellow hair and the 7th

Would ride these plains no more

One more week we made the Black Hills

Land of gold, coal, and lumber

O yes and several thousand Sioux on every side

Now my family and I are all six feet under

In this cold ground we had hoped one day to plow