Before I comment on the State of the Union Address, let me pass along a story someone sent. I've thought about this story for a long time. While I teach and live by the old version, I agree with the point the new version is trying to make.
The ANT and The GRASSHOPPER two versions:
Two Different Versions ... Two Different Morals
OLD VERSION
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.
Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
MORAL OF THE OLD STORY: Be responsible for yourself!
( Both Ron and I remember our school teachers telling this story and insisting everyone be like the ants. My teacher used this story to point out to several students that if they didn't get their act together they would be like the grasshopper and never be successful.)
MODERN VERSION
The ant works hard in the withering heat and the rain all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.
Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while he is cold and starving.. CBS, NBC, PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.
America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when they sing, 'It's Not Easy Being Green...'
Occupy the Anthill stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house where the news stations film the SEIU group singing, We shall overcome. Then Rev. Jeremiah Wright has the group kneel down to pray for the grasshopper's sake, while he damns the ants. President Obama condemns the ant and blames President Bush 43, President Bush 41, President Reagan, Christopher Columbus, and the Pope for the grasshopper's plight.
Nancy Pelosi & Harry Reid exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.
Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity & Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the Government Green Czar and given to the grasshopper.
The story ends as we see the grasshopper and his free-loading friends finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he is in, which, as you recall, just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around them because the grasshopper doesn't maintain it. The ant has disappeared in the snow, never to be seen again.
The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident, and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the ramshackled, once prosperous and peaceful, neighborhood.
The entire Nation collapses bringing the rest of the free world with it.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be careful how you vote in 2012.
When we watched the State of the Union, Ron and I were definitely not impressed. Ron thought it was more of the same and frankly boring. I had only one thought. "Mr. Obama is very quick to spend my money and with his nose in the air he loves to tell me what he thinks is right for my life. Unlike the American way his entire speech was not about inspiration, being a better American or working harder together. His speech smacked of "I don't care if you like my policy or not. I want it so I'm going to ram it down your throat." Oh yes, I will be very careful how I vote.
God loves you,
Debbie
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Debating attacks - Watching the Fox news Debate
I am filled with panic about my life and my country. Ron and I are working on a marketing plan for several ideas. We are pushing the limit with our finances. We are fasting and praying for our children and their needs. We are also fretting about the needs of our parents and what the days ahead will be for them. We are concerned about our friends and disappointed with greedy churches. We feel pressured on every side and thoroughly disappointed with the state of our country.
If you want my vote, give me a candidate that promises a country with honor and citizens committed to making their lives better. You want my vote? Support less government and more God in our lives. You want my vote, don't promise more money - promise more values and families defined by honor and decent living.
In three months I will be a grandmother. I want that child to have hope. I want that child to believe in America. I want that child to have the advantages I had when I was growing up. I want that child to be safe from predators and safe from evil. I want that child to feel like the future is bright with promise and dreams are attainable.
Can anyone make that happen? Of course they can. America was all of that until we became the country of greed, me first, give me what I want and I don't care what happens to you. Don't get me wrong - I'm not talking about abdicating responsibility to evil unions and dictating governments. I'm talking about men and women who are willing to personally sacrifice to make this country better.
The problem is I know that government and elected officials can't do any of that. Making America great depends on good people stepping up to the plate and doing all they can to "build" a better America. You and I (coupled with Biblical principles) are the only ones that can change America. Yes, we need a president that supports those ideas....but he can't get the job done until each individual citizen decides they will do any and everything possible to create a better society. (That includes your pocketbook)
Sigh*** It's a big task. Are you up to the challenge?
God loves you,
Debbie
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Don't forget the important gifts of Christmas
Merry Christmas!
I am looking forward to the important gifts of Christmas. The ones that last a lifetime. The gifts that keep on giving all year long. They are wrapped with paper that outshines all others. The gifts I'm talking about are the personal smiles, sweet memories and beautiful moments that we share with loved ones and friends. Those little snippets of time that keep invading our thoughts all year long. The moments that leave a lump in our throat but sweep all the cobwebs from our aching hearts. When the tiniest sweet moment is through we take a deep breath and drink in a freshness that seems to clear away all the sadness of this evil world.
Take time this Christmas to hug all your friends and family. Hold them tight. Whisper that you love them. Listen to their stories, share a laugh and be thankful for those who have blessed your life so much. My Dad just posted this wonderful story on his blog. I hope you enjoy this little present of goodness.
When I was young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The black receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. “Information Please” could supply anybody’s number and the correct time.
My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer.
The pain was terrible, but there didn’t seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.
The telephone!
Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information Please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
“Information.”
“I hurt my finger.” I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.
“Nobody’s home but me.” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?”
“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”
“Can you open your icebox?” she asked. I said I could.
“Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before would eat fruits and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called “Information Please” and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was un-consoled. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.” Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone. “Information Please.”
“Information,” said the now familiar voice.
“How do you spell fix?” I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.
When I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston.
I missed my friend very much. “Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information, Please”.
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, “Information.” I hadn’t planned this but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”
I laughed. “So it’s really still you,’ I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time.”
“I wonder”, she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me.” “I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls.”
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
“Please do, she said. “Just ask for Sally.”
Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered “Information.” I asked for Sally.
“Are you a friend?” She said.
“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, she said. Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”
Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.” The note said, “Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Merry Christmas - God loves you,
Debbie
I am looking forward to the important gifts of Christmas. The ones that last a lifetime. The gifts that keep on giving all year long. They are wrapped with paper that outshines all others. The gifts I'm talking about are the personal smiles, sweet memories and beautiful moments that we share with loved ones and friends. Those little snippets of time that keep invading our thoughts all year long. The moments that leave a lump in our throat but sweep all the cobwebs from our aching hearts. When the tiniest sweet moment is through we take a deep breath and drink in a freshness that seems to clear away all the sadness of this evil world.
Take time this Christmas to hug all your friends and family. Hold them tight. Whisper that you love them. Listen to their stories, share a laugh and be thankful for those who have blessed your life so much. My Dad just posted this wonderful story on his blog. I hope you enjoy this little present of goodness.
Operator please
June 23, 1998
When I was young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The black receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. “Information Please” could supply anybody’s number and the correct time.
My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer.
The pain was terrible, but there didn’t seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.
The telephone!
Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information Please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
“Information.”
“I hurt my finger.” I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.
“Nobody’s home but me.” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?”
“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”
“Can you open your icebox?” she asked. I said I could.
“Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before would eat fruits and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called “Information Please” and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was un-consoled. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.” Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone. “Information Please.”
“Information,” said the now familiar voice.
“How do you spell fix?” I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.
When I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston.
I missed my friend very much. “Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information, Please”.
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, “Information.” I hadn’t planned this but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”
I laughed. “So it’s really still you,’ I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time.”
“I wonder”, she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me.” “I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls.”
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
“Please do, she said. “Just ask for Sally.”
Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered “Information.” I asked for Sally.
“Are you a friend?” She said.
“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, she said. Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”
Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.” The note said, “Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Merry Christmas - God loves you,
Debbie
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
America's youth and the death of intelligent thought.
It's often hard to explain to others how I look at the world. My new book, The Mommy Detective attempts to help others see what I see when I look at problems. It shows my thoughts when it comes to my world view, parenting, faith and a host of other issues. Basically, I feel that the only way to a good life is to know the truth. If you base it on what you've heard or what someone has told you to believe - you can be fooled. You may think you have a good life but around the corner a train wreck is on it's way.
I don't want to be surprised negatively with a horrible ending to a particular train of thought. For example if I believe that God doesn't exist because some atheist professor told me that in a classroom, what happens if he's wrong? What happens if I get to the moment of death and find out that my Christian neighbor is right. With no time to change, I will suffer the consequences of another person's research.
If I plan to build a part of my life on any philosophy, I am going to constantly question my beliefs to be sure I'm right. The most dangerous position to be in is one where you can never test your theories or where you look at life through selfish eyes. I've know wonderful Christians who loved God but still viewed the world through very small selfish eyes. For that reason I tell people constantly - show me something that is better than the way I live and I'll change. But...first you have to prove to me it's better. Since I know my platform extremely well and I've tested most every view - they back off quickly.
We are headed for some very difficult times. People are voting and spouting a lot of ridiculous theories and refusing to investigate their validity. That will lead us to a slavery based society. We may not be in physical chains - but we will be mentally chained. We must train our children to think logically and to thoroughly test every area of every philosophy they choose to live by. Without that kind of scrutiny we will bite the apple once again and our society will slip into desperate chaos.
Guess who rises to the top during a chaotic situation - evil - always evil. People usually don't turn to good people during a crisis because the good person will require some form of hard work.
Angel Hunt posted the following video on her blog. I am grateful she did. I hope you will watch the entire video and ask yourself - "Do my philosophies have the kind of holes in it that the interviewer revealed? "
God loves you,
Debbie
I don't want to be surprised negatively with a horrible ending to a particular train of thought. For example if I believe that God doesn't exist because some atheist professor told me that in a classroom, what happens if he's wrong? What happens if I get to the moment of death and find out that my Christian neighbor is right. With no time to change, I will suffer the consequences of another person's research.
If I plan to build a part of my life on any philosophy, I am going to constantly question my beliefs to be sure I'm right. The most dangerous position to be in is one where you can never test your theories or where you look at life through selfish eyes. I've know wonderful Christians who loved God but still viewed the world through very small selfish eyes. For that reason I tell people constantly - show me something that is better than the way I live and I'll change. But...first you have to prove to me it's better. Since I know my platform extremely well and I've tested most every view - they back off quickly.
We are headed for some very difficult times. People are voting and spouting a lot of ridiculous theories and refusing to investigate their validity. That will lead us to a slavery based society. We may not be in physical chains - but we will be mentally chained. We must train our children to think logically and to thoroughly test every area of every philosophy they choose to live by. Without that kind of scrutiny we will bite the apple once again and our society will slip into desperate chaos.
Guess who rises to the top during a chaotic situation - evil - always evil. People usually don't turn to good people during a crisis because the good person will require some form of hard work.
Angel Hunt posted the following video on her blog. I am grateful she did. I hope you will watch the entire video and ask yourself - "Do my philosophies have the kind of holes in it that the interviewer revealed? "
God loves you,
Debbie
Monday, November 7, 2011
Scandal, scandal, scandal
Is anyone questioning the scandals that seem to crawl out of the woodwork when something good is happening?
I'm not a mind reader. I don't know if someone I've never met is telling the truth or not. I can't put my arm around a total stranger and vouch for his/her integrity. But it does seem that either a truly good person doesn't exist anymore or some people are willing to perjure themselves for the sake of ten minutes of fame. The real problem with the justice system and the media is that once a person is accused, the accuser can run away and hide. He/she isn't prosecuted. The life of the accused is ruin and there's no way to get it back.
I don't know Herman Cain. I've read his bio and I've listened to him speak several times, but I can't tell you for sure that he isn't the kind of man that would sexually harass a woman. Yet...it does seem suspicious that no one says a thing about him until....he rises in the polls and looks like he might be a shoe in. Then all of a sudden four women are on the bandwagon to demand that he's a bad guy. It seems like socialists, democrats, liberals and Mr. Obama's team are so desperate that I wouldn't put it pass someone in that army of individuals to do something dastardly.
If you factor in a little "discernment", it is possible to say...This person or that person just doesn't seem to be the kind of person to do that. But... there again, who really knows.
For what it's worth, it doesn't seem to me that Herman Cain looks or acts like the kind of person that would demean any woman. Something here doesn't ring true. Besides, have you seen his bio??? It doesn't look to me like he would have time to harass anyone.
I guess we will have to see how this all plays out, but I'm a little sad. I don't think the media is trustworthy and I think most reporters would bury a candidate they didn't like for the price of dinner at Denny's. I don't think they would bat an eye at ruining any one's life. So to put this matter into their hands is like asking a crocodile to babysit a rabbit. He wouldn't care about lost revenue, he'd just be glad dinner was served.
I guess the only real option here is to pray. Pray for Herman Cain, pray for more honorable reporters and pray that God will have mercy on America.
God loves you,
Debbie
I'm not a mind reader. I don't know if someone I've never met is telling the truth or not. I can't put my arm around a total stranger and vouch for his/her integrity. But it does seem that either a truly good person doesn't exist anymore or some people are willing to perjure themselves for the sake of ten minutes of fame. The real problem with the justice system and the media is that once a person is accused, the accuser can run away and hide. He/she isn't prosecuted. The life of the accused is ruin and there's no way to get it back.
I don't know Herman Cain. I've read his bio and I've listened to him speak several times, but I can't tell you for sure that he isn't the kind of man that would sexually harass a woman. Yet...it does seem suspicious that no one says a thing about him until....he rises in the polls and looks like he might be a shoe in. Then all of a sudden four women are on the bandwagon to demand that he's a bad guy. It seems like socialists, democrats, liberals and Mr. Obama's team are so desperate that I wouldn't put it pass someone in that army of individuals to do something dastardly.
If you factor in a little "discernment", it is possible to say...This person or that person just doesn't seem to be the kind of person to do that. But... there again, who really knows.
For what it's worth, it doesn't seem to me that Herman Cain looks or acts like the kind of person that would demean any woman. Something here doesn't ring true. Besides, have you seen his bio??? It doesn't look to me like he would have time to harass anyone.
I guess we will have to see how this all plays out, but I'm a little sad. I don't think the media is trustworthy and I think most reporters would bury a candidate they didn't like for the price of dinner at Denny's. I don't think they would bat an eye at ruining any one's life. So to put this matter into their hands is like asking a crocodile to babysit a rabbit. He wouldn't care about lost revenue, he'd just be glad dinner was served.
I guess the only real option here is to pray. Pray for Herman Cain, pray for more honorable reporters and pray that God will have mercy on America.
God loves you,
Debbie
Welcome the Holidays -Hallelujah!
I was working on a sad news topic when Ron sent me a link to the following video. I had tears in my eyes by the end of the video. It's inspiring and wonderful. It's about time children are taught that faith can be inspiring and fun.
I hope you will pass this video around as you welcome the coming holidays.
Now don't you feel better???
God loves you,
Debbie
I hope you will pass this video around as you welcome the coming holidays.
Now don't you feel better???
God loves you,
Debbie
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Girl Scouts - a liberal organization
I remember growing up in a world where you could trust the philosophy and integrity of organizations like boy scouts and girl scouts. I am sad at the overwhelming work new parents have to do in order to protect and defend their child and the Christian, conservative way of life.
I have never confronted someone who disagrees with me and intentionally hurt them. I've always been as nice as possible to everyone. I enjoy expressing my views and being respectful enough to hear theirs.
I've spent many years looking the other way when images, lifestyles and philosophies I don't agree with are displayed. However, we don't live in a world where the true meaning of "diversity" exists. Diversity, compassion, acceptance is only available for liberals and their agenda. If I want to invite a group of like minded people to enjoy a meeting or day with people who "think like I do"....you can be sure I'll be attacked and someone will yell that I'm being divisive. That's poppycock! The real definition for what's happening in America today is "attack from the left, from liberals, from gays and from Muslims". The agenda is to break down the family, destroy Christianity and eliminate any thought in America that doesn't promote the idea that any and everything is okay.
We are losing our freedoms and it won't be long until we will have to fight to regain what we've lost. Don't get me wrong. I hope these freedoms can be replaced peacefully.
It's just not logical when Muslims (or their representatives) attend a Catholic school and then sue because they don't have a prayer room dedicated to their faith. Duh! You want a Muslim prayer room - go to a Muslim school! Don't try to destroy a Catholic school from within.
In every segment of society atheists yell about how offensive a cross is or how they can't stand to drive past a grave because it has a flag or some religious symbol. To believe that lie, I would have to see every atheist as a weak minded, feeble dysfunctional retard that doesn't have the ability to turn his head and look away. And...that even the slightest symbol of Christianity would overpower his weak mind and cause him immediate pain. How lame is that?
But these pathetic Christians who are believing in something that isn't real - we have to stomach a constant stream of television images, off the beam scientists and pornography pushers. And these poor Christians that need a crutch because they are so weak - we somehow are strong enough to resist the constant garbage we have to view.
Today was the last straw. Today I learned that innocent little girl scouts are the new stream of prey for liberal agendas. This is from the American Family Association....
The Girl Scouts of Colorado has flip-flopped on a decision not to let a 7-year-old boy join their organization, now saying he is welcome even though he's not a girl, according to FoxNews.
The Girl Scouts issued a statement to the local Fox affiliate, saying they are an inclusive organization and will accept "Bobby." The troop leader who turned him away made a mistake, they said, and the situation is being rectified. "If a child identifies as a girl and the child's family presents her as a girl, Girl Scouts of Colorado welcomes her as a Girl Scout," the statement said.
This follows a long history of liberal leanings by the Girl Scouts of America:
Girl Scouts supports Planned Parenthood
Girl Scouts recognizes many "gods"
Girl Scouts advances lesbianism and radical feminism
The Girls Scouts of America has lost it's way and lost its mind. A boy is not a girl, end of story.
AFA is proud to recommend the Christian-based American Heritage Girls as an alternative to the Girl Scouts of America. American Heritage Girls has over 13,000 members in 41 states.
To view this article AFA - Girl Scouts now allow transgender
I have just one thing to say to the Girl Scout representative that said, "If a child identifies as a girl and the child's family presents her as a girl, Girl Scouts of Colorado welcomes her as a Girl Scout."
How stupid! According to his/her rationale - If I identify myself as an eagle and my family presents me as an eagle - then I must be an eagle and the scientific community should welcome me as such. I doubt that living on mountain top and flying around the valley will be possible. I'm not sure I could build a nest large enough or that I would be comfortable killing small animals. But...if I say it loud enough and demand that it's true - then surely it must be. Hum...who said that originally - oh yeah - Hitler had a lot to say about faith and lies....
Check out Brainy Quotes
"If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed."
"It is always more difficult to fight against faith than against knowledge."
"It is not truth that matters, but victory. "
"Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it. "
Sounds familiar Adolf Hitler
It's like Abraham Lincoln said "Just because you say a dog's tail is a leg doesn't make it so!"
The sadness in all of this is not the stupidity of the adults - although that is important. The sadness is the child. Seven year olds don't have the social or mental capability to understand "who they are". They are simply following the parents who are planting an idea. This entire situation is a lie and in the process a life is ruined. Children are followers and if you choose to lie to a child - he doesn't know the difference. It's so sad that America has stooped so low that we now give in and allow our citizens to lie. Without knowing and living by the truth - we will eventually become a nation of slaves.
God have mercy on us.
God loves you,
Debbie
I have never confronted someone who disagrees with me and intentionally hurt them. I've always been as nice as possible to everyone. I enjoy expressing my views and being respectful enough to hear theirs.
I've spent many years looking the other way when images, lifestyles and philosophies I don't agree with are displayed. However, we don't live in a world where the true meaning of "diversity" exists. Diversity, compassion, acceptance is only available for liberals and their agenda. If I want to invite a group of like minded people to enjoy a meeting or day with people who "think like I do"....you can be sure I'll be attacked and someone will yell that I'm being divisive. That's poppycock! The real definition for what's happening in America today is "attack from the left, from liberals, from gays and from Muslims". The agenda is to break down the family, destroy Christianity and eliminate any thought in America that doesn't promote the idea that any and everything is okay.
We are losing our freedoms and it won't be long until we will have to fight to regain what we've lost. Don't get me wrong. I hope these freedoms can be replaced peacefully.
It's just not logical when Muslims (or their representatives) attend a Catholic school and then sue because they don't have a prayer room dedicated to their faith. Duh! You want a Muslim prayer room - go to a Muslim school! Don't try to destroy a Catholic school from within.
In every segment of society atheists yell about how offensive a cross is or how they can't stand to drive past a grave because it has a flag or some religious symbol. To believe that lie, I would have to see every atheist as a weak minded, feeble dysfunctional retard that doesn't have the ability to turn his head and look away. And...that even the slightest symbol of Christianity would overpower his weak mind and cause him immediate pain. How lame is that?
But these pathetic Christians who are believing in something that isn't real - we have to stomach a constant stream of television images, off the beam scientists and pornography pushers. And these poor Christians that need a crutch because they are so weak - we somehow are strong enough to resist the constant garbage we have to view.
Today was the last straw. Today I learned that innocent little girl scouts are the new stream of prey for liberal agendas. This is from the American Family Association....
The Girl Scouts of Colorado has flip-flopped on a decision not to let a 7-year-old boy join their organization, now saying he is welcome even though he's not a girl, according to FoxNews.
The Girl Scouts issued a statement to the local Fox affiliate, saying they are an inclusive organization and will accept "Bobby." The troop leader who turned him away made a mistake, they said, and the situation is being rectified. "If a child identifies as a girl and the child's family presents her as a girl, Girl Scouts of Colorado welcomes her as a Girl Scout," the statement said.
This follows a long history of liberal leanings by the Girl Scouts of America:
Girl Scouts supports Planned Parenthood
Girl Scouts recognizes many "gods"
Girl Scouts advances lesbianism and radical feminism
The Girls Scouts of America has lost it's way and lost its mind. A boy is not a girl, end of story.
AFA is proud to recommend the Christian-based American Heritage Girls as an alternative to the Girl Scouts of America. American Heritage Girls has over 13,000 members in 41 states.
To view this article AFA - Girl Scouts now allow transgender
I have just one thing to say to the Girl Scout representative that said, "If a child identifies as a girl and the child's family presents her as a girl, Girl Scouts of Colorado welcomes her as a Girl Scout."
How stupid! According to his/her rationale - If I identify myself as an eagle and my family presents me as an eagle - then I must be an eagle and the scientific community should welcome me as such. I doubt that living on mountain top and flying around the valley will be possible. I'm not sure I could build a nest large enough or that I would be comfortable killing small animals. But...if I say it loud enough and demand that it's true - then surely it must be. Hum...who said that originally - oh yeah - Hitler had a lot to say about faith and lies....
Check out Brainy Quotes
"If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed."
"It is always more difficult to fight against faith than against knowledge."
"It is not truth that matters, but victory. "
"Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it. "
Sounds familiar Adolf Hitler
It's like Abraham Lincoln said "Just because you say a dog's tail is a leg doesn't make it so!"
The sadness in all of this is not the stupidity of the adults - although that is important. The sadness is the child. Seven year olds don't have the social or mental capability to understand "who they are". They are simply following the parents who are planting an idea. This entire situation is a lie and in the process a life is ruined. Children are followers and if you choose to lie to a child - he doesn't know the difference. It's so sad that America has stooped so low that we now give in and allow our citizens to lie. Without knowing and living by the truth - we will eventually become a nation of slaves.
God have mercy on us.
God loves you,
Debbie
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