Stormy weather

August 31, 2016

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Things are getting a little crazy here on the east coast
of Iowa, and the rest of the state for that matter. Yes
our little slice of Heaven is being threatened by those
who want to take our guns.

I’m sure Democrat Senator Matt McCoy would be the first
to argue they don’t want our guns, they just think that
we don’t need to have a semi-automatic assault-style
weapon. To that we say, it is the Bill of Rights not the
Bill of Suggestions.

Senator McCoy believes we should have a national ban on
the semi-automatic weapons like those used to kill people
in a night club not long ago. Just because Democrats have
26 of the 50 seats in our state senate these types of
ideas come spewing forth.

We do not condone the bull you’re shipping and the
number of seats in the Senate could change in November. If
Democrats lose 4 contested seats there will be no majority.
The politically correct crowd may opine that the ban of
semi-automatic weapons is a public safety issue and we
citizens have no reason to own them.

Here’s the deal, we don’t need or ask your permission. We
have the rights given us. And we did notice, Senator McCoy,
that you try to ram this bill through in a year you are
not up for re-election. We have a better idea, pass
Constitutional carry.

I don’t believe this bill has a chance of passing, but it
does show the lengths Democrats are willing to go in their
quest to micro-manage our lives. Now I’m going to take
some pictures and round up a pizza. Enjoy your Wednesday
and smile. It takes less muscles than frowning and people
will wonder what you’re up to.
Comments are always welcome.

Bump in the night

August 30, 2016

Imagine if you will, being awakened from a sound sleep by a
strange noise so you jump up without your glasses and
approach a fuzzy door you believe the sound came from. You
turn the knob, put one foot out, and step into the
Twilight Zone.


For the past week this has happened to me and I’ve yet to
deduce if it is a recurring dream or something strange is
going on. I’m sound asleep until I hear a noise that
sounds like someone, or something, rattling a hollow core
door in its frame.

Naturally I hop out of bed to investigate but when I open
the door, nothing is there. No burglar, no curious cat who
got caught behind a closed door, no breeze, nothing. So I
shrug it off only to experience the same thing the very
next night.

We have three hollow core doors which could house the
culprit and I have checked all of them. But I can’t find
the cause. I mention the three doors because I can only
hear out of one ear so the origin of the noise can’t be
determined with any real precision.

If mom were still alive she’d say the spirits are trying
to tell me something. The only thing I know about spirits
is what I remember of the old legends she had told me, what
I learned from watching the Rocky & Bullwinkle Show, and
seeing the movie “The Manitou”.

When I figure it out you’ll be the second one to know.
Comments are always welcome.

Three balloons

August 29, 2016

We’ve been having storms off and on all day but I managed
to get outside during the calm periods to snap some shots
of whatever caught my eye. Butterflies, a few birds, a
black cat, and even some balloons floating across the sky.

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At first these silver balloons made me smile until I had
a thought. What could three Mylar balloons bring to mind
you ask? Our current societal woes I say. And since I know
the next question would be ‘what does three balloons tied
with string have to with our current problems?’, I shall
try to explain.

Much like these silver orbs are tied together I believe
our problem is three-prong. We have the government and the
media above us shipping their bull while ignoring our
Constitution and what’s best for our country, and we the
people down below along for the ride but unable to loosen
the string that holds us all together.

We do need a government, the media even reports real news
occasionally, we can’t ignore either, and they need us to
survive. But we’re floating along in the wind without a
pilot. Both parties of the government have proven they
cannot be trusted; the Democrats because they’re trying
to take us in a direction we don’t wish to go, and the
Republicans because even though they’ve had the majority
in both the House and Senate haven’t put us back on course.

The media no longer reports the news but gives us their
version of what they want us to hear. Facts don’t matter,
common sense was killed, and they have sold their soul to
the highest bidder. Said politicians know that no matter
how the internet points out their corruption they will get
re-elected and the media knows that regardless of how loud
we yell at our TVs during their broadcasts their ratings
won’t suffer.

With all the distractions of Black Lives Matter, the
ongoing debate over ISIS, and the never ending campaign
trail they know we will not unite. If any large group of
Privileged Caucasians gather to protest it automatically
will be a racist event to the government and not covered
in the media.

Some are saying they will leave our country if a certain
candidate is elected and I hope they do. But we don’t give
up and run when the going gets tough, and we get back up
when life knocks us down.
Comments are always welcome.

Johnny poppers

August 28, 2016

Yesterday we went to Farm Days in the Village and as we
approached the event there was no mistaking the distinctive
sound of a running Johnny Popper. These two-cylinder John
Deere tractors were manufactured from 1924 to 1960 and if
you’ve ever heard one running, you remember.

The reason for this sound is the first cylinder fires at
0 degrees, the second at 180 degrees then the engine coasts
for 540 degrees to complete the 720 four-stroke cycle. And
although they sound like they need a tune-up these engines
produce power smoothly.

Dad used to say that the Johnny Poppers may have been
2-cylinders, but they had the power of a 4-cylinder. The
first time I was ever on one I thought it had more power
than anything I’d ever experienced before.

At the farm show we watched a broom making demonstration
on a machine made in the 1800s, looked at a lot of tractors
and equipment, met some great people, stopped by the petting
zoo, looked at the wares many were selling, and had a great
lunch. We even took a few pictures.



We managed to go up to the upper part of Lindsey Park and
gazed at the Mighty Missiissippi river. It was a great day.


Enjoy your Sunday, tomorrow the bills start coming in the
mail again.
Comments are always welcome.

Sunday snicker

August 27, 2016


One Sunday morning an old cowboy entered a church just
before services were to begin. Although the old man and
his clothes were spotlessly clean, he wore jeans, a denim
shirt and boots that were very worn and ragged.

In his hand he carried a worn out old hat and a equally
worn out Bible. The church he entered was in a very
upscale and exclusive part of the city. It was the largest
and most beautiful church the old cowboy had ever seen. The
people of the congregation were all dressed with expensive
clothes and accessories.

As the cowboy took a seat, the others moved away from him.
No one greeted, spoke to or welcomed him. They were all
appalled at his appearance and did not attempt to hide it.

As the old cowboy was leaving the church, the preacher
approached him and asked the cowboy to do him a favor: “Before
you come back in here again, have a talk with God and ask him
what he thinks would be appropriate attire for worship.”

The old cowboy assured the preacher he would.

But the next Sunday, he showed back up for the services wearing
the same ragged jeans, shirt, boots and hat.

Once again he was completely shunned and ignored. The preacher
approached the man and said, “I thought I asked you to speak to
God before you came back to our church.”

“I did,” replied the old cowboy.

“If you spoke to God, what did he tell you proper attire should
be for worshiping in here?” asked the preacher.

“Well, sir, God told me that He didn’t have a clue what I should
wear. He said He’d never been in here before.”

101 stars

August 26, 2016


At night we can go outside and look to the skies with all
the stars in all their glory. Stars have fascinated us for
centuries to the point most have names and many are even
surrounded by myths.

Orion, the hunter, and Scorpius, the scorpion, are stars
with tales invented by ancient Greeks. Some of us know the
constellation Andromeda and many more have heard of it.
She was the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia
of Ethiopia and a great beauty.

Our galaxy is called the Milky Way. That’s ok for candy
bars, but over time it has been called everything from
Akkadian to Path of Ghosts to the Yellow Brick Road. Of
course myths orbit around our Galaxy also.

Is it the Milky Way because milk was spilt when Juno
nursed her two infants Venus and Mars? Did Apollos really
lose control of chariot which caused scorch marks across
the sky?

Native Americans have there own myths and names for the
stars. Including how a grizzly bear formed the Milky Way.
And the lists goes on.

I think the stars and night sky interest us because on a
clear night, when plenty of stars of visible, it’s easy to
feel small. The vast size of space coupled with the number
of stars and planets makes everything else seem minuscule.
If you look long enough, even your problems seem a whole
lot smaller.

Or not, but it works for me. The Good Lord willing and
the creek don’t rise we’ll have more nonsense to share
tomorrow. Until then enjoy the day. It’s Friday.
Comments are always welcome.

Stop it!

August 25, 2016


While it was bound to happen, I was still shocked when I
read the State University of New York (SUNY) now offers a
course called ‘Stop White People’. It seems Residential
Assistants (RAs) are now receiving some ‘special’ training.

The mission of said class is to give the RAs an overview
of disabilities in higher education. The purpose is to
help others take the next step step in understanding
diversity, privilege, and the society we function within.

Have we, as a society, been dumbed down to the extent
that such a course isn’t laughable? Nobody needs to be
taught there is a difference between between races,
religions, or even beliefs. If one has a brain they can
see and hear said differences.

If you feel you are at a disadvantage, work harder. If
you don’t have tons of money, get a job and work your way
through school. I will say again, the only white people
who cause you any grief are in Washington, D.C., and in
Statehouses around our country.

I don’t care what your skin color, religious beliefs, or
political affiliation is, if you blame your problems on
the general white population you are a whiny loser. The
only person who has absolute control over your life and
its outcome is you.

And if you start a sentences with ‘I can’t do it because
of’, you are the problem not me. That being said, life
isn’t fair. Never has been never will be. It is what YOU
make of it. If the groups pulling this nonsense don’t
figure that out soon this division of our people will be
the downfall of our country.
Comments are always welcome.