Tuesday, April 26, 2016

ANZAC DAY REMEMBERENCE, 100 YEARS ON


ANZAC (Australian and New Zealand Army Corps) Day is the anniversary of the landing of troops from Australia and New Zealand on the Gallipoli Peninsula, Turkey, in World War I on 4/25, 1915.

The bravery of all military personnel who participated in this campaign and the lives of those who died in all military actions are remembered.

Many ceremonies, parades and other activities are held on ANZAC Day to remember the lives of those who participated or died in military action, particularly on the Gallipoli Peninsula in World War I. Dawn prayer or church services are a particularly important aspect of ANZAC Day. These represent the comradeship that the soldiers experienced as they rose each morning to prepare for another day of military action. After the services, gunfire breakfast (coffee with rum in it) is often served.

In major cities and many smaller towns, parades, marches and reunions of current and past military personnel and memorial services are held. The fourth stanza or verse of a well-ßknown poem, known as The Ode, is read aloud at many ceremonies. The poem is called "For The Fallen" and was written by Laurence Binyon in 1914. It commemorates those who died and can never grow old.



"For The Fallen", by Laurence Binyon:

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Laurence Binyon composed his best known poem while sitting on the cliff-top looking out to sea from the dramatic scenery of the north Cornish coastline. A plaque marks the location at Pentire Point, north of Polzeath. However, there is also a small plaque on the East Cliff north of Portreath, further south on the same north Cornwall coast, which also claims to be the place where the poem was written.

The poem was written in mid September 1914, a few weeks after the outbreak of the First World War. During these weeks the British Expeditionary Force had suffered casualties following its first encounter with the Imperial German Army at the Battle of Mons on 23rd August, its rearguard action during the retreat from Mons in late August and the Battle of Le Cateau on 26th August, and its participation with the French Army in holding up the Imperial German Army at the First Battle of the Marne between 5th and 9th September 1914.

Laurence said in 1939 that the four lines of the fourth stanza came to him first. These words of the fourth stanza have become especially familiar and famous, having been adopted by the Royal British Legion as an Exhortation for ceremonies of Remembrance to commemorate fallen Servicemen and women.

Laurence Binyon was too old to enlist in the military forces but he went to work for the Red Cross as a medical orderly in 1916. He lost several close friends and his brother-in-law in the war.

ATTACK~! OF THE LARGE RED 'L''s

It seems the southern plains are going to be under attack by Large Red Ls and squiggly Blue lines,
today and tonight, seek safety if conditions warrant~!




In addition to the tornado threat, instability in the atmosphere is very high, to the extent that supercell thunderstorm updrafts will be strong enough to support the growth of large hailstones.

While a study of hail reports over a 15-year period ending in 2004 by Jewell and Brimelow found 95 percent of hailstones are golf-ball (1.75 inch diameter) or smaller, today's supercells are likely to produce hail in that more rare 5 percent of stones, perhaps up to softball-size in the strongest storms.

Hail this size is likely to produce damage to vehicles, trees, perhaps roofs and siding, particularly if driven by strong thunderstorm winds. Here's a general rule of thumb for damage potential of hail (not including wind)s

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Just The Usual Talk, Nothin' Special

~ Times ten~   
Our conversations over the phone always go
Just Like This:

Me:  "Hallo, what are you up to?"

My Former Son, Dillon:  " Tryin to get over a hangover, man-"

Me:  "I know...."

Dillon:  "What, did I call you last night, too?"

Me:  "No, I just know,,,, you know"

Dillon:  " So what are you guys doin'?"

Me:  " I'm burning brush outside, that huge brushpile I told you about--?  And Leti is inside mopping the kitchen and the laundry room."

Dillon:  " Do you two miss me?"

Me:  "Where are you right now?"

Dillon:  " Oh, I'm with some friends, we're going over to H****'s house, he's got some weed~"

Me:  "  Our dog died yesterday~"

Dillon:  "  We gotta bad line, man, I .... can't hear .... anything .... say ....."

I hang Up, because it's no use with him.

"Feels So Good" Chuck Mangione





We've had just a really crappy week here;



1)  Real regrets about leaving Yanush, for Podo;

2)  My health hasn't rebounded like before:  I'm still ailing, lethargic and hacking, my lowest two right ribs still very sore;


3)  Our puppy died suddenly yesterday, from Parvovirus

(see 1, re: 'yard'):  

Buried him this morning, outside the fence;

4)  Now having to clean every Square Inch of our house

w/ Clorox Bleach


But, Chuck Mangione~!!


5)  Bills, bills, bills ....  All of a sudden, I can't afford a haircut~

6)  Donald Trump:  Shrillary Clitnon, America:

Fears, both Real and Imagined.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

It's Not Funny 'Cause It's True

(I've been under the weather for the past week, unable to work until today, and not wanting to move really; thus, no new, original blog posts from me lately.  A bout of pneumonia, caused by my two fractured ribs.)

Lovingly lifted from Opinion.Injo.com, this stark comparison of two particular candidates for High Office, by Rick Wilson:

I’ve come to realize that the Obama Cult and the Trump Cult are two sides of the same personality-cult coin. The cognitive dissonance between what the Trump faction hated about Obama and what they love about Donald is so far beyond ironic it would take a team of trained linguists and semioticians decades to decode.

But I’ll try.

You hated Barack Obama’s cult-like followers, with their mindless stares of adoration, their impervious barrier between emotion and reason, and their instant fury when confronted with the facts about his record, his history, or his philosophy.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated Obama’s shallow, facile rhetoric, with its hollow promises and loose, lowest-common-denominator word-vomit disconnected from any real policy.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated how Obama was gleefully lying to credulous low information voters, filling them with empty promises of economic prosperity that would never come, based on plans that could never be achieved.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated how Obama lied about his positions on single-payer healthcare, gay marriage, gun control, and abortion to get elected, knowing that if he ever revealed the truth about what he believed that he’d be unelectable.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated how Obama rode the wave of constant attention from the mainstream media into office, and how they played along with his game, draining the life out of every other candidate by describing him as an inevitable juggernaut, an unstoppable political force, and a game-changer who was tapping into something deep and powerful in American political life.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated how Obama’s naive ignorance of the real and brutal world of international affairs was papered over by his hollow promises to make the world respect the United States again.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated Obama’s casual disdain for people who weren’t from a major city where, you know, all the rich, smart, educated, liberal people like him live.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated Obama’s elite credentialism, and how he yielded his Harvard and Columbia degrees to browbeat his aspiring-class opponents from outside the meritocracy, and how he used them to cow an already docile press.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated that smug, arrogant, sneering affect that took hold the moment he thought the cameras weren’t looking.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated Obama’s cadre of sleazy, weird, creepy advisers, with their combination of over-the-edge ideological fervor and their stench of petty corruption.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated Obama’s support for bail-outs, too-big-to-fail, and big, taxpayer-funded government intervention in dying industries.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated his comfy alliance with Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, and the odious Clinton crime family.

But you love it from Trump.

You hated his cavalier disdain for private property rights.

But you love it from Trump.

Everything that set your teeth on edge, and raised your hackles and made you loathe Barack Obama is there in Donald Trump. Every aspect of the con game Obama played on America in 2008 – the obsessive focus on one base issue (for Obama the war in Iraq, for Trump, Mexicans), the cult-like obsession, the instant attacks on apostates, the willful ignorance of his history and his beliefs – is present in Trump.

Everything you despised in Obama is there.

But you love it from Trump.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Paging Mr. Marty McFly,
Your Hoverboard is Ready






"For those about to rock, 
we salute you~!" 

I'm gettin' me one of these ASAP

Swinophobia Useful For World Benefit


The fear or hatred of pigs.

Fear of the Three Little Pigs.  Porky Pig. Piggly Wiggly stores.
And the little piggy that went to town, and his 4 friends at the end of your foot.

Am I just horrible, or near genius, in suggesting that Islamists and terrorists who are condemned to death for their crimes, be subject to something like this --?



Simply exterminate them in a field of feral hogs.  That just might engender such revulsion, that many Islamists think twice about attacking our Western civilization.

Let's make the punishment worthy of the crime, for God's Sake~!

Lovingly filtched from the NYPOST dotcom:

Man’s final moments before death by firing squad  

MOGADISHU, Somalia — A former journalist who joined the Islamic extremist group al-Shabab was executed in Somalia’s capital for the killings of five Somali journalists.

Hassan Hanafi Haji, who was extradited from Kenya last year on the request of the Somali government, was killed by firing squad at a police academy in Mogadishu on Monday. Firing squad is the only execution method in Somalia.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Carl Douglas - Kung fu fighting





Everybody but me--- I got my ass kicked~

Last Thursday night, March 31, I was involved in an "altercation", with friends of mine, all Choctaw, at the base of Cavanal Hill.  
Alcohol was present-- maybe too much, maybe not enough...

I don't remember much after trying to be the one to stop the fight, until the next morning when I went to find my truck was missing, and had to walk away from the camp where we all met up.  I (had) two black eyes, (have) two cracked R- ribs, a possible puncture of an artery in my right elbow (a week later, it still bleeds)--

I texted two friends who were there saying "Thanks for not killing me".
I go back to work next Monday, when my black eyes will have healed, and won't scare everybody.

Leticia didn't speak to me for three days~  I'm too old for this shit~

Foolishly Filming the Killer Tornado




DURING A TORNADO WARNING, TAKE COVER IMMEDIATELY!  GO TO THE LOWEST FLOOR OF YOUR HOME, MAYBE A BASEMENT OR STORM CELLAR; STAY OUT OF YOUR CAR; ABANDON A TRAILER OR MOBILE HOME.  LAY IN A DITCH IF NOTHING ELSE.  AND HOLD ON.

Mr. Clem Shultz, 85,  and his wife lived in Fairdale, Illinois in a modest, two-story home until last April, 2015.  The Fairdale man says he went upstairs to get camping lanterns as he prepared for the approaching storm to knock out electricity. That’s when he looked out the window and started recording cell phone video of a massive tornado getting closer and closer.

There was no time for the 85-year-old to run back downstairs, and in an instant the tornado ripped his house apart, killing his wife who stayed downstairs and a neighbor; A neighbor came to his rescue afterward, helping to dig him out of the rubble but also warning him to not look down as his wife had perished in the debris below.

His cell phone video survived the tornado, but Schultz said he was scared to watch it at first. He recently released it to the public and is sharing it with meteorologists and students for research purposes - all in an effort to help save lives from future storms.

Courtesy KHOU, Houston dot com

Monday, April 4, 2016

The Hillary Crowd


Hillary Clinton has more FBI agents following her than she has delegates, joked comic legend Jackie Mason.

How anybody would even think of voting for her is inconceivable to me… She has a history of lying even when there’s no reason to lie.  Every time somebody says ‘Hello,’ she already answers it with a lie. If she says, ‘Good morning,’ it’s probably ‘Good night.’ This woman can’t tell the truth because if she told the truth she would probably die from the shock.

If this woman was a friend of yours would you even talk to her? If you had a friend that every time they said something it was a lie, how long would you want to be a friend of hers? You wouldn’t want to talk to her but you’d want her to be president?  Let’s be honest about it. I would be afraid to ask her what time it is. I’m sure I’d get the wrong answer.


Sunday, April 3, 2016

BUMMER SOONER

I'm getting a little tired of going down this same road again and again.
In January, it was Clemson crushing OU in the Orange Bowl in the football version of the Final Four.
Now, it is Villanova putting the stomp on the Sooners in the basketball version of the Final Four.
Maybe someday, some OU coach will figure out what "defense" is~?

from NCAA(dot)com, this:

Villanova 95, Oklahoma 51

Villanova made history with an incredible, blowout victory over Oklahoma. The Wildcats built a lead late in the first half and destroyed the Sooners in the second half to reach the national championship game for the first time since 1985.
 
Player of the game
Wildcats wing Josh Hart was practically unstoppable en route to 23 points on 10 of 12 shooting. He attacked the rim, made jumpers and spearheaded both of Villanova’s big runs.
Key stats

The 44-point win is the biggest margin of victory in Final Four history.
The Wildcats threw multiple defenders at Sooners star guard Buddy Hield and held him to just 9 points on 4 of 12 shooting; he scored just 2 points in the second half and didn’t make a field goal for the final 19-plus minutes of the game.

Oh, well, at least Baseball Season opens today with my St. Louis Cardinals visiting the Pirates on Opening Day.  They won't do me wrong.... WAIT::::

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Secret Zionist's Plan Through Vaccination


It was revealed today by a Jewish employee that chilled, child vaccinations given to children under the age of 3, are intended to turn them all into Jews.

Oy Vey~! 


The plan, meant to convert the world's Christian and Muslim children into becoming Jews, was revealed by Leon Jewindowsky, a University of Tel Aviv student who also works for Gennforskinsky, LLD, a worldwide authority and producer of infant vaccinations against unwanted disease, including venereal diseases.

The vaccine in question, "Levi2019", causes an adverse reaction against lobster and pork ingestion by 99.2% of children under the age of 13, while encouraging the re-growth of the male foreskin by the same age.  


While it is true that children, especially male children, are genetically endangered by several childhood diseases, most are brought about by parental choice~ 

New World diseases such as Chicken Pox, Measles and Leprosy, clinicians at Gennforskinsky maintain that by administering this important vaccine, young children will be exempt to these diseases, as well as the unpleasant exposure of their glans to elements which could conceivably, further expose the boys to the common cold, influenza and embarrassing shrinkage~





April Fool's!

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

A BABY UPDATE:

Leti and I had an appointment with her obstetrician and gynecologist, Dr. Adam Meadows today, and the word is that "everything is good".

We're going to have a baby (gender)~!   Heh, heh, LOL, LOL. And we're ecstatic~!

7-8 weeks to go:  Dr. Meadows says to expect arrival May 9 to May 19, 2016~!  Leticia stays home, being a homemaker with her sister Rachael's help; I wander around Eastern Oklahoma pretending to do my job, all the while thinking about my wife and our baby~

minor Update:  now we have a puppy.
A wolf  hybrid male we've named "Buster".  He stays outside in a pen for the most part, comes inside at night; he has not pissed the carpets in two days, and that's his record.
Teaching him to protect this house, and that so far so is very good~!

Ripe For the Taking~

Like an over-ripe tomato or cantalope, North Korean god-king Kim Jung Un stands at the edge of a wheat field, inspecting its yield.


Kim Jong-un inspecting wheat during a visit to a seed research farm,
in a picture that provoked comment on his expanding waistline.

Lovingly lifted from The London Telegraphby Julian Ryall

North Koreans told to prepare for new 'arduous march'
In an ominous echo of famine in the 1990s, the sanctions-hit regime is telling citizens to be ready to 'chew the roots of plants once again'.

In a proclamation that will strike fear into the hearts of the North Korean people, state media has ordered the citizenry to prepare for a new "arduous march".

The term was first coined by the North Korean leadership in 1993 as a metaphor for the four-year famine that decimated the nation from 1994.

That (instigated) famine - in which as many as 3.5 million of the nation's 22 million people died (16%)- was brought on by economic mismanagement, natural disasters, the collapse of the Soviet bloc and the consequent loss of aid, combined with the regime's insistence on continuing a life of luxury and feeding the military.

Now, less than one month after the United Nations Security Council voted in favor of new sanctions against North Korea for its recent nuclear and missile tests, Pyongyang has announced a nationwide campaign to save food.

"The road to revolution is long and arduous", an editorial in the state-run Rodong Sinmun newspaper stated on Monday. "We may have to go on an arduous march, during which we will have to chew the roots of plants once again".

When will these Korean people rise up and kill the snakes which keep them in perpetual misery?


The Chosun Ilbo, a South Korean newspaper, reported that every citizen of Pyongyang is being ordered to provide 2.2lb of rice to the state's warehouses every month, while farmers are being forced to "donate" additional supplies from their own meager crops to the military.

Time for a regime change that really 
will make a difference~

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Love Lifted Me - Bishop Leonard Scott



I think I've told this true story before, here: This is my FaVorite Hymn, because it was the hymn I first learned from my great-grandmother, "Granny", 
who sung this hymn to me as a baby boy.

HIS GLORY, OUR BLESSING


JESUS CHRIST LIVES ~!


PRAISE THE LORD, 
PRAISE THE LORD~!,


TO GOD BE THE GLORY
... oh come to the Father,
through Jesus His son,
AND GIVE HIM THE GLORY,
GREAT THINGS HE STILL DOES

Friday, March 25, 2016

IT REALLY IS "same story, different day"

Good Friday, 2016






















So little has changed, since His Days; trying to bring the idea of universal brotherhood, love and holiness to mankind isn't easy-- if it were, then our Creator would not have needed to send His only Son to our world, to die SINLESS, for our multitude sins.

But what has changed since a Friday afternoon, thousands of years ago, is that mankind has another chance at Redemption, at Forgiveness, thanks to only one Man, one God-Man, Jesus Christ.

Oh sure, there have been several "johnny-come-lately" religions wanting followers to look elsewhere but that awe-ful cross on Calvary's hill:  Promoting "Peace" & claiming nonstop orgies in a paradise; or waiting for Aliens from the center of the galaxy to come back finally, and bring an end to our human discontent.
And who knows what tomorrow's 'made-for-TV' religion will include?

It won't include a verified Son of God named Jesus, who loved us so very much, to die a slow painful death for us, so to be the One to welcome us to His House when we pass from this earthly plane.
It could include Food Stamps though, and institutionally guaranteed baby killing or free HBO.


Real men 
love Jesus back.