Wednesday, February 14, 2018

oh the days when we kids took bottles back and got a few cents for them--mowed the lawn with an hand mower--WALKED to school and to the store in cold or hot weather--NO GREEN !!!

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Debbie Donivan
Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for the environment.
The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."
The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."
The older lady said that she was right -- our generation didn't have the "green thing" in its day. The older lady went on to explain:
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.
Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But, too bad we didn't do the "green thing" back then.
We walked up stairs because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But she was right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.
Back then we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.
Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a r azor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the"green thing." We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart ass young person.
We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off... Especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smart ass who can't make change without the cash register telling them how much

P P using my tax dollars to promote sexual assault

Monday, February 12, 2018

VIETNAMESE IMMIGRANT -- Well Done  The difference between legal and illegal.  This is something everyone in America should read….  It looks like we did some good after all!

On Saturday, July 24th, 2010 the town of Prescott Valley, AZ, hosted a Freedom Rally. Quang Nguyen was asked to speak on his experience of coming to America and what it means. He spoke the following in dedication to all Vietnam Veterans. Thought you might enjoy hearing what he had to say:
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35 years ago, if you were to tell me that I am going to stand up here speaking to a couple thousand patriots, in English, I'd laugh at you. Man, every morning I wake up thanking God for putting me and my family in the greatest country on earth.  I just want you all to know that the American dream does exist and I am living the American dream. I was asked to speak to you  about my experience as a first generation Vietnamese-American, but I'd  rather speak to you as an American.
If you hadn’t noticed, I am not white and I feel pretty comfortable with my people. I am a proud U.S citizen and here is my proof
It took me 8 years to get it, waiting in endless lines, but I got it, and I am very proud of it.
I still remember the images of the Tet offensive in 1968, I was six years old. Now you might want to question how a 6-year-old boy could remember anything.  Trust me, those images can never be erased.  I can't even imagine what it was like for young American soldiers, 10,000 miles away from home, fighting on my behalf.
35 years ago, I left South Vietnam for political asylum. The war had ended  At the age of 13, I left with the understanding that I may or may not ever get to see my siblings or parents again.  I was one of the first lucky 100,000 Vietnamese allowed to come to the U.S. Somehow, my family and I were reunited 5 months later, amazingly, in California. It was a miracle from God.
If you haven't heard lately that this is the greatest country on earth, I am telling you that right now.  It was the freedom and the opportunities presented to me that put me here with all of you tonight.  I also remember the barriers that I had to overcome every step of the way. My high school counselor told me that I cannot make it to college due to my poor communication skills. I proved him wrong.  I finished college. You see, all you have to do is to give this little boy an opportunity and encourage him to take and run with it.  Well, I took the opportunity and here I am.
This person standing tonight in front of you could not exist under a socialist/communist environment. By the way, if you think socialism is the way to go, I am sure many people here will chip in to get you a one-way ticket out of here. And if you didn't know, the only difference between socialism and communism is an AK-47 aimed at your head. That was my experience.
In 1982, I stood with a thousand new immigrants, reciting the Pledge of Allegiance and listening to the National Anthem for the first time as an American. To this day, I can't remember anything sweeter and more patriotic than that moment in my life.
Fast forwarding, somehow I finished high school, finished college, and like any other goofball 21 year old kid, I was having a great time with my life I had a nice job and a nice apartment in Southern California. In some way and somehow, I had forgotten how I got here and why I was here.
One day I was at a gas station, I saw a veteran pumping gas on the other side of the island. I don't know what made me do it, but I walked over and asked if he had served in Vietnam. He smiled and said yes. I shook and held his hand. This grown man's eyes began to well up.  I walked away as fast as I could and at that very moment, I was emotionally rocked. This was a profound moment in my life. I knew something had to change in my life. It was time for me to learn how to be a good citizen. It was time for me to give back.
You see, America is not just a place on the map, it isn't just a physical location. It is an ideal, a concept. And if you are an American, you must understand the concept, you must accept this concept, and most importantly, you have to fight and defend this concept This is about Freedom and not free stuff. And that is why I am standing up here
Brothers and sisters, to be a real American, the very least you must do is to learn English and understand it well. In my humble  opinion, you cannot be a faithful patriotic citizen if you can't speak the language of the country you live in. Take this document of 46 pages - last I looked on the Internet, there wasn't a Vietnamese translation of the U.S. Constitution. It took me a long time to get to the point of being able to converse and until this day, I still struggle to come up with the right words. It's not easy, but if it's too easy, it's not worth doing
Before I knew this 46-page document, I learned of the 500,000 Americans who fought for this little boy. I learned of the 58,000 names inscribed on the black wall at the Vietnam Memorial. You are my heroes. You are my founders.
At this time, I would like to ask all the Vietnam veterans to please stand. I thank you for my life. I thank you for your sacrifices, and I thank you for giving me the freedom and liberty I have today. I now ask all veterans, firefighters, and police officers, to please stand. On behalf of all first generation immigrants, I thank you for your services and may God bless you all.
Quang Nguyen
Creative Director/Founder
Caddis Advertising, LLC
"God Bless America"
“One Flag, One Language, One Nation Under God”

Wednesday, February 7, 2018


Last Saturday afternoon in Washington, D.C. an aide to Nancy Pelosi visited the Bishop of the Catholic Cathedral in D.C He told the Cardinal that Nancy Pelosi would be attending the next day's Mass, and asked if the Cardinal would kindly point out Pelosi to the congregation and say a few words that would include calling Pelosi a saint.
The Cardinal replied, "No. I don't really like the woman, and there are issues of conflict with the Catholic Church over some of Pelosi's views." Pelosi's aide then said, "Look, I'll write a check here and now for a donation of $100,000 to you if you'll just tell the congregation you see Pelosi as a saint."
The Cardinal thought about it and said, "Well, the Church can use the money, so I'll work your request into tomorrow'ssermon." As Pelosi's aide promised, Nancy Pelosi appeared for the Sundayworship and seated herself prominently at the forward left side of the center aisle. As promised, at the start of his sermon, the Cardinal pointed out that Ms. Pelosi was present.
The Cardinal went on to explain to the congregation, "While Ms. Pelosi's presence is probably an honor to some, the woman is not numbered among my personal favorite personages. Some of her most egregious views are contrary to tenets of the Church, and she tends to flip-flop on many other issues. Nancy Pelosi is a petty, self-absorbed hypocrite, a thumb sucker, and a nit-wit. Nancy Pelosi is also a serial liar, a cheat, and a thief. I must say, Nancy Pelosi is the worst example of a Catholic I have ever personally witnessed. She married for money and is using her wealth to lie to the American people. She also has a reputation for shirking her Representative obligations both in Washington and in California . The woman is simply not to be trusted."
The Cardinal concluded. “But, when compared with Hillary Clinton, Ms. Pelosi is a saint.

Friday, February 2, 2018




  'Let me explain the problem science has with religion.'
  The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then
  asks one of his new students to stand.
  'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'
  'Yes sir,' the student says.
  'So you believe in God?'
  'Absolutely. '
  'Is God good?'
  'Sure! God's good.'
  'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'
  'Are you good or evil?'
  'The Bible says I'm evil.'
  The professor grins knowingly.. 'Aha! The Bible! He considers for a
  moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a
  sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you
  help him? Would you try?'
  'Yes sir, I would.'
  'So you're good....!'
  'I wouldn't say that.'
  'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you
  could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'
  The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't,
  does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer,
  even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good?
  Can you answer that one?'
  The student remains silent. 'No, you can't, can you?' the professor
  says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give
  the student time to relax. 'Let's start again, young fella. Is God
  'Er..yes,' the student says.
  'Is Satan good?'
  The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'
  'Then where does Satan come from?'
  The student falters. 'From God'
  'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil
  in this world?'
  'Yes, sir..'
  'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'
  'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created
  everything, then God created evil, since evil exists,
  and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then
  God is evil.'
  Again, the student has no answer. 'Is there sickness? Immorality?
  Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this
  The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'
  'So who created them?'
  The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his
  question. 'Who created them?' There is still no answer.
  Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom.
  The class is mesmerized. 'Tell me,' he continues onto
  another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'
  The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'
  The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use
  to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen
  'No sir.. I've never seen Him..'
  'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'
  'No, sir, I have not..'
  'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your
  Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or
  God for that matter?'
  'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'
  'Yet you still believe in him?'
  'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable
  protocol, science says your God doesn't exist... What do you say to
  that, son?'
  'Nothing,' the student replies.. 'I only have my faith.'
  'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science
  has with God.. There is no evidence, only faith.'
  The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of
  His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat? '
  ' Yes.
  'And is there such a thing as cold?'
  'Yes, son, there's cold too.'
  'No sir, there isn't.'
  The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The
  room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. 'You
  can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat,
  unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't
  have anything called 'cold'. We can hit down to 458 degrees below
  zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There
  is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder
  than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to
  study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body
  or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the
  total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to
  describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can
  measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the
  opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'
  Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom,
  sounding like a hammer.
  'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'
  'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation.. 'What is night if
  it isn't darkness?'
  'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the
  absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright
  light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have
  nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use
  to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would
  be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'
  The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This
  will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'
  'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to
  start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'
  The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can
  you explain how?'
  'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains..
  'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and
  a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite,
  something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.'
  'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less
  fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is
  to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive
  thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'
  'Now tell me, professor.. Do you teach your students that they
  evolved from a monkey?'
  'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man,
  yes, of course I do.'
  'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'
  The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes
  where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed..
  'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and
  cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you
  not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a
  The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the
  commotion has subsided. 'To continue the point you were making
  earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I
  mean.' The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the
  class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out
  into laughter. 'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the
  professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the
  professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to
  the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol,
  science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir..' 'So
  if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures,
  Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his
  face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man
  answers. 'I Guess you'll have to take them on faith.'
  'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with
  life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as
  Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see
  it Everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man.
  It is in The multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.
  These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'
  To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it
  does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is
  just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe
  the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of
  what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart.
  It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness
  that comes when there is no light.'
  The professor sat down.
  If you read it all the way through and had a smile on your face when
  you finished, mail to your friends and family with the title 'God vs.
  PS: the student was Albert Einstein
  Albert Einstein wrote a