Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Any way, I spent some years living and working in Canada. Not a dodger, this was after I got out of the Army. Wasn't so bad. Quiet, bucolic, provincial; the slow pace finally got to me but I don't see them having the same problems we got here.
Migrating Northward looking better and better every day.
plus, they like back bacon.
Crimes rates are low
The blood sport is hockey
Sudbury, "The Big Nickel" so named for Inco nickel mines and the mining region.
The Great Lakes can be wicked
But they got potatoes.
All in all, a pleasant experience. Of course with something like 30 million people in the whole country, most of 'em found within 100 miles of the US border, and the second largest land mass of any country in the world, nobody gets in your way. It is like, there's no there there.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Sometimes I get all confused and frustrated, trying to make everything fit together in my life. When my perspective is one of externals operating on me I get messed up.
Life is an Inside Job. I can't stop the waves, but I can learn how to surf.
Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge Him,
and He will direct your paths.
Proverbs 3, 5-6
The Serenity Prayer
God grant me
Serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
and Wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time;Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him Forever in the next.
Amen. --Reinhold Niebuhr
BTW, Niebuhr is an interesting guy; worth looking him up.
|I like these musicians. Look them up too.|
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Sunday, December 13, 2015
6:11 Put on the whole armor of God, so that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
6:12 For our struggle is not against enemies of blood and flesh, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.
6:13 Therefore take up the whole armor of God, so that you may be able to withstand on that evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm.
6:14 Stand therefore, and fasten the belt of truth around your waist, and put on the breastplate of righteousness.
6:15 As shoes for your feet put on whatever will make you ready to proclaim the gospel of peace.
6:16 With all of these, take the shield of faith, with which you will be able to quench all the flaming arrows of the evil one.
6:17 Take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
6:18 Pray in the Spirit at all times in every prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert and always persevere in supplication for all the saints.
6:19 Pray also for me, so that when I speak, a message may be given to me to make known with boldness the mystery of the gospel,
6:20 for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it boldly, as I must speak.
Friday, December 4, 2015
As the scales shift, emotions in the universe will shift with them. Drama, intrigue, and outright comedy will frequently be the result.
I don't know if this story, "Wishing You Enough is apocryphal or not, doesn't matter, it carries the sentiment. I will gladly credit the author.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'
The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough.. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.'
They kissed and the daughter left. The father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'
'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?’
'I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said.
'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'
He began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.' He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we wanted the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.
'I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
He then began to cry and walked away.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them."
Saturday, November 14, 2015
The Coen Brothers had an idea, but then again they're selling movies, uh?
Don't look like any of these guys is having fun.
One thing in common was the bib overalls, which is what I really want to talk about. Besides, I can insert some down home music.
The two-horse brand design was first used in 1886. A registered trademark that is still in use.
These are trousers with an attached front patch covering the chest and with attached braces which go over the shoulders. Often people use the word "overall" for the bib type garment only and not for a boiler suit. In the USA, boiler suits are also called "coveralls" to distinguish them from the bib-type overall.
The company was incorporated as the Grove Manufacturing Company in Wisconsin in 1895. Based in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, a town of 50,000 on the Fox River, the company went through several name changes before assuming its unlikely current name in 1937. Its name was changed in 1897 to Oshkosh Clothing Manufacturing, and in 1911 to Oshkosh Overall Company. Company legend attributes the current name to one of the company's former-owners, William L. Pollock, who heard the phrase in a vaudeville skit while he was on a New York buying trip. The company started labeling its bibs "OshKosh B'Gosh" as early as 1911.
Close on a good note.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
When a soldier comes home, he finds it hard:
send their kids off to summer camp;
The only thing harder than being a Soldier...
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
To address a scourge such as Islam we must think in terms of extermination.
Think: Hiroshima and Nagasaki;
Death sudden, overwhelming, final, no hesitation, and thorough by whatever means will accomplish the end result — elimination of the Evil.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Before I came to the Lord I lived a not so nice life. I, ah, stole some horses in my past is the nicest way I can put it. The rough roads I travelled strengthened my salvation. My past life experiences allowed me to take part in a Billy Graham Crusade, successfully helping young people out of the darkness and into the Light. I once volunteered in a Federal halfway house, helping cons transition into civilian life. I said to all those folks "I've been there, done that, probably did a few things you haven't thought of. Now the worst days I have are better than the good ones I used to have. I put all that darkness down and accepted Jesus."
I live my life these days having fun, jiving and joking, maybe cussing a little. My drinking days are long gone but I can still act goofy. Thing is, I want others to see that living a Christian life is not painful, boring, flat. What others see, if they want what I have all they gotta do is do what I did: quit their low-down ways and come to Jesus. It is an Inside Job, this faith thing. Actually, if folks don't want to accept Jesus, I'd settle for them merely having a belief in God. There's probably 23 different ways to get into Heaven.
I've offered sermons, bible studies, inspirational articles. Today I'm serving up some music.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
With our country tanking, the moral fabric of our society unravelling, wars we are not winning, squalid little third-world countries waving nukes around, Mother Earth ignoring us pathetic little humans and doing her thing with storms, drought, earthquakes, so forth as she has done before we got here and will do after we are gone, (BTW not a denial of God, merely anthropomorphing, making it easy to grasp the concept of global conditions), anyway with all this bad stuff happening or imminent, humans react in two ways: they either dismiss/ignore it or they take actions: y'know, get ready for it.
STORMBRINGER offers this, there is very good advice all over the blogosphere concerning Get Ready.
Get ready? Get ready? Ready for what? All the bunkers and mountain hideouts and cases of beans and toilet paper, some guns and ammo, ham radios, solar stills, and what if some space aliens come along, freeze everybody on the spot?
Or what if we get some weather?
Or a simple virus gets loose?
Or what if God says "Ach, that's enough" and lets the Apocalypse unfold?
No matter what we do and how much we prepare for everything, we will be
surprised. There is no time to get ready, we got to be ready. A bic lighter and a Spyderco in your pocket will get you through if you have the inner stuff.
Inner stuff? Blow wise to this: most of the preparedness is an Inside Job.
Meditate, pray, get your center balanced; do all you need to do to have inner strength and the externals will not matter.
Getting ready that way is highly recommended. Build on rock, not sand.
so mote it be
Thursday, November 5, 2015
The music scene I was in included rounders, thieves, dealers, bikers, hookers, the kind of people your momma warned you about. One such guy was Ray the Pill. He was on disability; the socialized medical coverage they have up there payed for his teeth and glasses and helped him fill numerous scripts for his real or conjured-up maladies. He was in and out of jail and the bughouse and when he was out he would wander around the fringe, slipping into a scene and out again like the morning mists, always carrying a gym bag full of pills. Many were from his own scripts, he somehow got them filled at multiple pharmacies, and others were from peoples' houses wherever he visited. He'd sneak into the bathroom and scoop whatever he could. This was interesting in itself as he wound up with birth control pills, blood pressure meds, he did not know or care. Aha, pill was all it took for him to be interested. Anyone dealing with him used a PDR (physicians desk reference) or took their chances. Ray was so strung out, he was up and down and sideways, he talked with an echo, like he was standing in a culvert, and he would always say "ooh, yeaaah, them're goood shit, mannn" not even knowing what he was looking at. The Indians and street girls up in Sudbury and northern towns thought he was Superfly and would cop pills from him based solely on shape and color, I think. Ray met his untimely and rather tacky demise by passing out face down and drowning in a half inch of rain water.
Another character I drank with was Dave the Wop. He was a petty thief and small time drug dealer and he always hinted at Mafia connections, like his cousins in Baltimore that would clip a guy for pizzas and beer, he said. Dave was a legend in his own mind even when he was down to cashing in the empties so he could cop a six pack. I once bought a vacuum cleaner from him, a Filter Queen that he lifted from some sleazy motel he was staying at while making one of his heavy drug runs. He sez he was "moving some serious weight" but he scooped the vac. Uh huh, right Dave. I gave him 20 bucks for it and I still have it, to this day. He almost never drove a vehicle, saying loudly and often that cars were dangerous, citing traffic death stats to support his position. Dave met his sudden and somewhat ironic demise when he was driving his mother's car filled with empties to the beer store , intent on getting something into him that would cut the hair of the dog, as they say. He was puttering along at about 20 mph so the coppers said, and failed to stop for a stop sign. The truck that t-boned him was going about 40 and damn near cut that K car in half. So ended Dave.
Those two stick in my mind because they were in the crowd I ran with. I knew some paper hangers, somehow put together bogus cashiers checks, and went on a run to cash 'em and the second bank they went into the Mounties were waiting. I read all about it in the morning paper. I could tell all kindsa stories about street people but I am not going to. It's my past, and I will keep most of it to myself.
Looking back, I think that God had plans for me that did not include any of the mess. I was in that world but not really of it, if you grasp that. I had to travel some rough roads to become the man I am today.
Epitath for all those poor bastards that didn't make it through:
A man born to be hanged will never drown. Some consolation, uh?
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
I do not have anything to say. But I do have nothing to say.
I mean it. Nothing. Lots of it. Experts agree that there is more nothing than all the somethings combined. So there.
What are ya doin'?
Who are you? Who do you think you are?
Monday, November 2, 2015
Friends, usually I post something of a spiritual nature on Sundays but today, deviation from routine. I am right with God; He reveals His will for me and I endeavor to carry it out. Not always what I want to hear, not always easy, but I put my trust in God and He gets me through. Not what I want but always what I need. This is not blind faith. Some folks try that and it can get complicated. This is how I manage my life on a daily basis:
attributed to Dr. Reinhold Niebuhr
to accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
and Wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
It takes time and effort to run a blog which turns out good material. The author must have a good "voice". Somebody, you want to hear what he has to say even if you disagree. Someone who has a good "come-from". (That is an old Lifespring term but you readers are clever, you can figure it out.) I am not spending time and effort lately on this site. It has a low priority for now. I picked out a few tunes that I like and they are here for you, whether you like them or not.
Remus has a good come-from.
This guy is a wordsmith. That is a good thing.
Van Der Leun writes better than he realizes.
Ahem, yes. The music.
These guys used to back up Ronnie Hawkins.
Uh? You don't know who Ronnie Hawkins is?
Politics? Politics? Get serious. You need to hear the "Nothing" post again?
Some union folks don't have it so good.
Omar doesn't say "they owe me" but does acknowledge the disparity twixt rich and poor. Hardscrabble, with a whiff of resentment.
If Philistine were doing his Public Radio Interpreter job instead of being out there earning money (see? he understands one of the basic principles of Life: if ya don't work, ya don't eat), well if he were on the mark he would chime in with comparative analysis of the downtrodden working class under the boot of the Capitalist/warmonger/WASP/racist ruling class.
Sigh. Hard to get free help.
Sunday, November 1, 2015
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are described in the last book of the New Testament of the Bible, called the Book of Revelation of Jesus Christ to Saint John the Evangelist at 6:1-8. The chapter tells of a scroll in God's right hand that is sealed with seven seals. Lamb of God (Jesus Christ) opens the first four of the seven seals, which summons forth four beings that ride out on white, red, black, and pale horses. Although some interpretations differ, the four riders are commonly seen as symbolizing Conquest, War, Famine and Death, respectively. The Christian apocalyptic vision is that the four horsemen are to set a divine apocalypse upon the world as harbingers of the Last Judgment.