A pretty young woman,
visiting her new doctor for the first time, found herself alone in a small
waiting room. She began undressing nervously, preparing herself for the
upcoming examination. Just as she draped the last of her garments over the back
of a chair, a light rap sounded on the door and a young doctor strode in.
Coming to an abrupt halt, the doctor looked his nude patient up and down
carefully.
"Miss Jones," he said finally, "it seems quite obvious to me
that until today you have never had an eye examination."
I guess the new patient was an eyeful.
4/08/2015
4/06/2015
Gregg
I doubt you have time or an interest in surfing the net any more. In the off chance that you care much about anything happening on earth or that it is even possible to check in, this is for you.
May your sorrow and pain be no more.
May you rest in heaven forever.
May you look down and laugh at my posting a Catholic prayer on my blog in your honor. Since God's right there handy maybe you'll take his word for some of what I've told you over the years.
Deus meus, ex toto corde pænitet me ómnium meórum peccatórum, éaque detéstor, quia peccándo, non solum pœnas a te iuste statútas proméritus sum, sed præsértim quia offéndi te, summum bonum, ac dignum qui super ómnia diligáris. Ídeo fírmiter propóno, adiuvánte grátia tua, de cétero me non peccatúrum peccandíque occasiónes próximas fugitúrum. Amen.
Réquiem ætérnam dona eis, Dómine, et lux perpétua lúceat eis. Requiéscant in pace. Amen.May your sins be forgiven.
May your sorrow and pain be no more.
May you rest in heaven forever.
May you look down and laugh at my posting a Catholic prayer on my blog in your honor. Since God's right there handy maybe you'll take his word for some of what I've told you over the years.
4/03/2015
50 Years Ago Today
I used to listen to Paul Harvey on the radio. There was something about his semi-southern sounding voice and straight forward speaking that rang true. Even as a kid I enjoyed "The Rest of the Story".
50 years ago today he aired this bit of wisdom:
Listen and weep.
50 years ago today he aired this bit of wisdom:
Listen and weep.
GFF-Obituary Edition
If you were to write your own obituary what would it say?
Emily Philips wrote her own, and they published it, which is too bad because I never knew her and she sounds like a great person. I've known women like her. I liked them. I assume I would have liked her. An excerpt:
Memento Mori
OK I admit its not a chipper post. Your eyes may mist a bit if you read the whole thing. I'm glad there are women known affectionately as "nana banana". The world is a better place when playing "get my hinny" is a childish game and not sexual innuendo.
There is something simply "good" about plain folks doing average things. "Just one more, and no more" is something a kid says to get a cookie. That moment is worth baking a thousand batches of cookies to hear. Good Folks are average folks doing good stuff.
The world is a better place because of grandmas and cookies and games of get my hinny.
Emily Philips wrote her own, and they published it, which is too bad because I never knew her and she sounds like a great person. I've known women like her. I liked them. I assume I would have liked her. An excerpt:
So…I was born; I blinked; and it was over.
It pains me to admit it, but apparently, I have passed away. Everyone told me it would happen one day but that's simply not something I wanted to hear, much less experience. Once again I didn't get things my way! That's been the story of my life all my life.The whole thing is here.
Memento Mori
OK I admit its not a chipper post. Your eyes may mist a bit if you read the whole thing. I'm glad there are women known affectionately as "nana banana". The world is a better place when playing "get my hinny" is a childish game and not sexual innuendo.
There is something simply "good" about plain folks doing average things. "Just one more, and no more" is something a kid says to get a cookie. That moment is worth baking a thousand batches of cookies to hear. Good Folks are average folks doing good stuff.
The world is a better place because of grandmas and cookies and games of get my hinny.
4/02/2015
Tyranny Of The Trany
It occurs to me that our nation is morally and mentally upside down on the issue of what is ridiculously referred to as "civil rights".
There are of course no such things as "civil rights" as no right can be totally enforced in a "civil" manor. Neither are there rights of a so called "civilization". There are only natural rights and property rights. The first set of rights are a prerequisite to human existence and the second to human interaction. "Black rights", "women rights", "immigrant rights" "LGBTG rights" etc. are all artificial constructs of, or perhaps logical subdivisions of natural and property rights.
Why then do a have a segment of our society that enjoys in manufacturing "rights" solely as a method of enforcing their particular world view on others? I'm not a fan of same sex "marriage". I won't try to hide my objection to the issue or my negative view on the matter.
Neither will I hide my utter contempt for the people promoting LGBT tyranny. For generations any non heterosexual relationship was viewed in a range that went form slightly askew to evil and perverse. Today we are told that all peoples preferences in all matters should be treated with respect and tolerance. The principle of "what two consenting adults do in the privacy of their homes" should be private is repeated in a tone and fervor resembling holy rite.
Be ye tolerant of those whom do things ye do not. Be ye compassionate of which ye find reprehensible. Be ye a good sport and turn ye a blind eye. Thou shalt not appear even slightly judgmental of things in the popular culture. It is it's own religion.
When a man decides to marry a man, we are told that it is a good thing. Why? Blank out. There is no good answer. Something about love and civil rights and mumbled unintelligent platitudes.
The one and only thing we are told we can object to, is someone who objects to celebrating or at least facilitating the event. So what happens if a person who believes its impossible for a man to marry a man says they are unwilling to provide flowers or a cake or perform the ceremony?
That person is treated as some sort of evil, oppressive villain. Cart them off to court! Take away their home! Steal their bank account! Off with their head! DO IT NOW!
Gleefully done in the name of tolerance and a diverse society.
Some old lady bakes cakes and decorates them real pretty, or she is real good at arranging flowers. She also has a honestly held religious/philosophical belief that marriage is (as it has been defined for millennium) only between a man and a women. Because it violates her faith she says she can't take the job.
She loses the profit from the sale. She also may lose the customer as a client in the future because until the gay marriage that person used her services. Other people may hear of her stand and decide to take their future business elsewhere to someone they view as less bigoted.
She wasn't a bad sport about it. She turned the job down and helped the client find someone to do what they wanted. She wasn't unkind or impolite. She was true to her principles.
Free trade can only occur when a willing seller finds a willing buyer. What if one is unwilling, for any reason? In that case a transaction can only occur under violence or the threat of violence.
Is that what the LGBT community wants? Men with guns forcing little old ladies to bake cakes and arrange flowers. Is the florist's hand trembling because she fears going to hell or is it because the SWAT team is pointing guns at her to enforce a court order?
Make no mistake about it, all laws are enforced at the point of a gun.
Is that the kind of "civil" rights Americans want?
There are of course no such things as "civil rights" as no right can be totally enforced in a "civil" manor. Neither are there rights of a so called "civilization". There are only natural rights and property rights. The first set of rights are a prerequisite to human existence and the second to human interaction. "Black rights", "women rights", "immigrant rights" "LGBTG rights" etc. are all artificial constructs of, or perhaps logical subdivisions of natural and property rights.
Why then do a have a segment of our society that enjoys in manufacturing "rights" solely as a method of enforcing their particular world view on others? I'm not a fan of same sex "marriage". I won't try to hide my objection to the issue or my negative view on the matter.
Neither will I hide my utter contempt for the people promoting LGBT tyranny. For generations any non heterosexual relationship was viewed in a range that went form slightly askew to evil and perverse. Today we are told that all peoples preferences in all matters should be treated with respect and tolerance. The principle of "what two consenting adults do in the privacy of their homes" should be private is repeated in a tone and fervor resembling holy rite.
Be ye tolerant of those whom do things ye do not. Be ye compassionate of which ye find reprehensible. Be ye a good sport and turn ye a blind eye. Thou shalt not appear even slightly judgmental of things in the popular culture. It is it's own religion.
When a man decides to marry a man, we are told that it is a good thing. Why? Blank out. There is no good answer. Something about love and civil rights and mumbled unintelligent platitudes.
The one and only thing we are told we can object to, is someone who objects to celebrating or at least facilitating the event. So what happens if a person who believes its impossible for a man to marry a man says they are unwilling to provide flowers or a cake or perform the ceremony?
That person is treated as some sort of evil, oppressive villain. Cart them off to court! Take away their home! Steal their bank account! Off with their head! DO IT NOW!
Gleefully done in the name of tolerance and a diverse society.
Some old lady bakes cakes and decorates them real pretty, or she is real good at arranging flowers. She also has a honestly held religious/philosophical belief that marriage is (as it has been defined for millennium) only between a man and a women. Because it violates her faith she says she can't take the job.
She loses the profit from the sale. She also may lose the customer as a client in the future because until the gay marriage that person used her services. Other people may hear of her stand and decide to take their future business elsewhere to someone they view as less bigoted.
She wasn't a bad sport about it. She turned the job down and helped the client find someone to do what they wanted. She wasn't unkind or impolite. She was true to her principles.
Free trade can only occur when a willing seller finds a willing buyer. What if one is unwilling, for any reason? In that case a transaction can only occur under violence or the threat of violence.
Is that what the LGBT community wants? Men with guns forcing little old ladies to bake cakes and arrange flowers. Is the florist's hand trembling because she fears going to hell or is it because the SWAT team is pointing guns at her to enforce a court order?
Make no mistake about it, all laws are enforced at the point of a gun.
Is that the kind of "civil" rights Americans want?
4/01/2015
Hello Muther
Dear Ma & Pa,
Am well. Hope you are. Tell brother Walt & brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all of the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt & Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.
Men got to shave but it is not so bad, they git warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings.
Like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc..., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie, and other regular food. But tell Walt & Elmer you can always sit between two city boys that live on coffee.
Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route" marches, which the Platoon Sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys gets sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat. The Sergeant is like a schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is like the school board.
Majors & Colonels just ride around & frown. They don't bother you none. This next will kill Walt & Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk and don't move. And it ain't shooting at you, like the Higgett boys at home.
All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges.
They come in boxes. Be sure to tell Walt & Elmer to hurry & join before other fellers get into this setup & come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Gail
Am well. Hope you are. Tell brother Walt & brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all of the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt & Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.
Men got to shave but it is not so bad, they git warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings.
Like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc..., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie, and other regular food. But tell Walt & Elmer you can always sit between two city boys that live on coffee.
Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route" marches, which the Platoon Sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys gets sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat. The Sergeant is like a schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is like the school board.
Majors & Colonels just ride around & frown. They don't bother you none. This next will kill Walt & Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk and don't move. And it ain't shooting at you, like the Higgett boys at home.
All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges.
They come in boxes. Be sure to tell Walt & Elmer to hurry & join before other fellers get into this setup & come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Gail
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