You’ve got 5 years
….to get over what ails you if you’re currently 40 and older. Ration Care passed the House. The Senate has a chance to save our country but don’t bet the farm. By the end of that 5 years, the rationing from the same people who run the post office, the not-one-year-of-profit Amtrak, and the IRS will have, by virtue of waiting lines, culled out the aged, the chronic, the most expensive to treat — diabetics and the handicapped. Those with birth defects will be included, many in trash cans.
The five years will search for ways to pay for everybody as promised. After all, the former 60’s rebels who hated the so called establishment then are still trying to eliminate it in office in Washington D.C. They’re still the proverbial bleeding hearts. Then, when their plan starts crashing after the new T word (trillion) has wiped out businesses and subsequently jobs, lowering the tax revenues, they’ll hit your 401k and IRAs. They’ll suck ‘em dry, baby! Ronald Regan set them up, he was a conservative Republican, they hate him, they can take it down. B’bye retirement.
but that won’t matter much because shortly after that the retirees will start dropping like flies in the ER lobbies coast to coast.
Congratulations to all of you who voted for change. You got it. Grandma and Grampa are really going to get it. Happy now?
Catch up time
I’ve been away from the blog world for a while now. I don’t make any big promises of something profound or even readable going forward on a daily or a weekly basis. But do check back once in a while.
Nothing much political aside from the continuing BS on health Ration Care has been going on in my head since I’ve practically stopped watching the news, even Foxnews. I am no longer plugged non-stop into Boortz, Rush, or Hannity, not from lack of interest, I’ve had a phone headset on at work since April, but between incoming calls I’ll pop in the ear bud and see who’s nailing OB on his latest “uh, uh, uhs”.
The biggest problem with keeping up is the stress factor. I go insane — livid, ballistic, vibrating bloodshot stompin’. That can’t be good for the blood pressure. Even our local morning show, the ambassador of can’t we all get along, can annoy the snarl out of me. So I run my CDs, Perry Stone teachings, one in particular that shows how as Egypt went, so will the USA, and this time it’s the Bride that will be in the exodus. Good stuff. Go to his link.
Speaking of the morning show, the host was giving the stats on cable news listeners. To illustrate, Knoxville’s 100.3 talk station has a potential listenership of an estimated 850,000, confined to little old, some say backward and small town, east Tennessee. On any given day, the big gun, the original, the first of its kind, CNN, international satellite, available worldwide has 892,000 tuning in. HNN is over 900,000, MSNBC is just over a million, one other is almost 2mil and Foxnews clocks in at over 4 million viewers.
Why is the smartest man ever in the White House at war with Foxnews? Isn’t it more logical to hog its air time, get on there as often as is humanly possible, to get more of his Marxist agenda shoved at more people? He could demand the entire 50% left side. Yes, it’s true. Enemies have actually timed Foxnews in order to challenge its claim of fair and balanced. They are. It’s that other 50% is what drives me nuts.
All that said, not a lot is going on. The work hours are erratic keeping me out of Wed nights at the church, choir, tiring me out to the point I don’t participate in more than praise team practice on my way home from work. There was a bright spot in my schedule about two weeks ago.
I was told in September that I needed to hustle and schedule my remaining vacation days or lose them after Dec.31. I took two around Honey’s birthday and discovered later that Perry Stone was holding his annual conference near Chattanooga ending that Friday. “Hey, Charlotte, want to go on a field trip?”
More on that pilgrimage in another post. Short version: I rolled in the driveway at 1:30 Saturday morning, dragged the ol’ bleary eyes out of bed and told Honey I had to go back, just had to. Hot prophetic teaching. Hot.
The coming event is health related. The chest pains starting creeping back so I went to the doctor. She took me off all supplements for 3 weeks to draw blood for a nutrition deficiency screen, analyzed the usual stuff (I’m nearly devoid of vitamin D), and scheduled a ride on the Enterprise to go where no man has gone before. Around 5pm on Monday I get to drink 4 liters of chalk sludge, and learn how to flush with my elbow and check Facebook at the same time. Life is so sweet after 50.
Not to be inefficient, the same GI miracle worker is going to scope the stomach for anything he might find there too — as long as I’m on the table. Send me your one liners. You know you want to.
Then I was brain dead enough to schedule a first thing the next morning visit to the good doc on my way to work to get my nutrition results at a moronic 8:40 when I could have slept to 7:30 instead of getting up at 6. You know, you might want to sleep after you’ve been drained. Literally. Some people, men, can go from bed to commute in 20 minutes with a shower, less without. Me? I’m an hour from bed to door no matter how well I plan ahead. Argh.
The good news is I hear I’ll be about 15 pounds lighter for about 48 hours. Maybe I’ll take a new Facebook profile shot and leave it there for a few years.
Not much else going on. We’re heading up north, being the only people in the south who go north in the winter, to see the kids ‘n’ kidlets over Thanksgiving.
So stay tuned. Don’t touch that dial! I will have enough to chat about for several weeks. I promise to not go into a whole lot of detail on the procedure, like pictures, you know, posing with the doctor and nurse? Can you just see that? Uh, uh. That gown can’t possibly be fastened in the back on this trip.
Have a great next few days. G’night.
Comment on Purity
I saw in the first line “After they (the enemies) have been destroyed before you,” in Brother Finto’s post. What strikes me is that the enemies have been destroyed. All gone. B’bye. Not a threat. Beaten. Dead. Out’o'here.
So what was it that endangered their souls if the enemy was history?
Human nature. Natural rebellion. Independent spirit.
The scripture tells us that when Jesus comes back there will be 1,000 years of peace under His authority and rule. He will rule with a rod of iron.
Rule? Rule who? Us? Didn’t we just get immortal bodies? Iron? Why does he have to rule? And why iron? Isn’t satan (small s, you doomed to hell germ) tied up in the abyss? There’s no more evil influence, so…. If it’s true that all sin and sorrow is because “satan made me do it”, what’s the problem? The lion will lie down with the lamb, etc. etc. I’m confused.
In reality, we are told there will be people left over from the chaos of the tribulation. They’ll know Jesus is Messiah. They’ll comprehend that Jerusalem is the capital, that the Jesus they thought was anything from a myth to a nice guy is not only real, He’s back, He’s in charge and He’s not the woosie they envisioned. Their nature will still have independence. They’ll still remember Earth and the prism of politics before Millennium. Chances are they’ll be stricken with The Lot’s Wife syndrome and want to look back, analyze, and like the Hebrews who grew weary from the plenty of free food straight from heaven that they didn’t even need to grow, weed, or harvest, the survivors of the worst destruction of humans on earth will need serious redirection and education.
“Gee, we really thought socialism would work this time.”
I have a shocker for you. It will. Not through mankind’s self serving greed, but only under God Himself in the form of the risen Lord Who once lived in a physical body in the midst of the dust He created.
Add to this concept the thousand years of generations from the surviving mortals. These will be brand new generations who will live in peace with nature, who won’t know danger from man or beast, who will not fear. Finally, utopia. Eventually, as it is written, a final generation will rise in its pride and independence with a last stand against the Lord they will see as having them on too tight a leash. That last generation of rebels will be the final rebellion and it won’t be as ugly as Armageddon. I have a hunch they’ll fall faster than they rise. I have a hunch all Yeshua has to do is glance at them as He did when He landed on the Mount of Olives. They’ll as toasted as the Antichrist was and as quickly.
And then the final White Throne judgment, the new heaven, the new earth, the new Jerusalem forever and ever. Praise and glory be to God the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit.
Purity
How do we keep our minds pure? Where do we find purity? Where do we find the shields we need to keep the worms of sin out of our hearts and minds?
The preacher reminded us that if we took it seriously, we learned what we needed to know in our first year of Sunday school in the song, “Be careful little eyes what you see. Be careful little tongue what you say. For the Father up above is looking down in love, so be careful.” Be careful little feet, little hands, little ears.
That isn’t just for pre-schoolers. That’s basic Bible for our entire lives.
Input, output. Data entry, data retrieval. What you see is what you think. What you say can slice whole groups of people including loved ones with your words.
What’s your favorite media? What genre do you choose? “Oh, but I filter out what’s not appropriate, a trap of sorts.” Tell me how that’s working for you. Your dreams will tell you what’s in the mind’s storage closets. Your laugh button will tell you what you tolerate.
Is it time to haul out the Holy Drano? Is it time to swap filters? I’m not aware of any scripture that indicates God winks at anything. We are responsible for our own actions and choices. Holiness in not laid on us. Righteousness is through the blood of Jesus. Holiness is grown in us. We can stunt it.
Don Finto of The Caleb Company wrote the following on his blog site by the same name. You can go to his site through the link or read below. Brother Finto is a very wise man.
Dangerous Curiosity
I was reading through the “Parasha” reading last week (available here) (R’eh: Dt. 11:26-16:17), and happened upon a word from the Lord that brought clarity to a danger we face: unholy and dangerous curiosity.
Moses is encouraging Israel in their devotion to the One True God and the danger of involvement with false gods who would lead them into disobedience and the evil consequences to follow. During the reading I happened upon this remarkable phrase, “After they (the enemies) have been destroyed before you, be careful not to be ensnared by inquiring about their gods.”
“Ensnared by inquiring about their gods?”
“Ensnared by inquiring!”
Some things we need not to know. We have no need to know the ways of sin. Curiosity can open the door for inquiry. Inquiry can open the door for attraction. Attraction can open the door for participation.
My thoughts went to Eve in the Garden.
When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food …
Curiosity: “I wonder how it would taste?
…and pleasing to the eye,
Attraction: “I’ll just look at it for a while, no need to touch it, but I’ll look. No real harm done in looking.
…and also desirable for gaining wisdom…
Desire: “Why should I not know the ways of the other side? What harm does that do? That would make me wise. Perhaps I could even help others if I knew more about what is drawing them away from God?”
…she took some and ate it.”
Participation and the evil consequences of sin.
How many are ensnared into sexual sin by wondering what it is like? How many are lured into a life of drug addiction by wanting to know what it’s like to “get high?” Curiosity, inquiry, attraction, desire, participation with its evil consequences.
An interesting little sideline: I opened the Nashville Tennessean’s Sunday edition this morning and noticed a small side bar at the top of page one, “Nudists Strip Down, Shed Stereotypes,” reference page 1D. ”
My first impression was, “How gross! Who are these people? What would it be like to be in a nudist colony? Why would that appeal to people?”
My immediate secondary reaction was to turn to page 1D and find out more about this bizarre community.
But I had read the “Parasha” reading this week, and reconsidered my curiosity. Why did I need to know? Why should I even read more? Of what use would it be to me as a servant of the Most High God?
“Ensnared by inquiring!”
Be aware! Live as a faithful servant of the One True God! Lift high the Name of Yeshua, the Jewish Messiah and World Redeemer. Meditate on Him. Praise Him. Exalt Him.
What’s happening to free speech?
Lots. And most of it is leading to a muzzle.
Check this out.
I heard a report yesterday that a 4 month old was refused medical care because he was declared too fat.
I heard today that a day care center can’t serve fruit juice but only low fat milk or water. What happened to macaroni and cheese or hot dogs?
A couple of weeks ago a Michigan woman was told she had to get a day care license to watch some neighborhood kids for less than an hour while their mothers drove their older kids to school.
A boy northeast of Knoxville was told to leave his Bible at home even though he read it by himself only at recess and away from the other students, however, the muslims in a school in New York was allowed to bring in an Imam to make a “presentation” to all the students.
Are Christian parents strong enough to build the faith of their six year olds, how about age 10? 14? so they can stand firm when they aren’t allowed to speak?
Even so, come Lord Jesus before we have to keep our newborns a secret.
Yeah, but can you do it and not slosh your coffee?
Joy is not in what you have or who others say you are or even who you think you are. It’s who you are in Christ. Behave with joy.
I could have told Honey when he opened the Netflix envelope that 9pm is approx 1 hour and 4 minutes too late to start something if you want to see the ending. But, it was Saturday night, therefore, since hope springs eternal in the mind of he who can’t remember last Saturday night, we hit the start button.
One hour and 4 minutes later, “we have to be at the church early for sound check, we’d better pick this up tomorrow. But it’s so good…eh….I’m not making it to the end.” So we paused it and picked it up again right after church so we could still take a nap at 3:o0.
We don’t go to concerts for several reasons, top of the list being they’re crowded. First, you pay an unreasonable amount of money for a ticket in the nosebleed section so off in the wings if the performer is not on the front edge of the stage, you may as well be at home listening to the CD. Or the DVD.
“This guy has more talent in his left ear lobe…..”
“Wasn’t that fun going to his concert with the Dales? It was worth the parking, the walking, the price, the crowd, the not so good seats…. he’s good.”
We’ve gone to one music concert in our entire relationship in 36 years. We’ve gone to hockey games, baseball games, the state fair, all of which involve parking in the Australian outback, too much money, high priced bad food, and crowds but this guy was worth it all.
“Oh! I love this one! Turn it up…. is there still some coffee?”
…the Copa, Copa Cababaaaaana…
One hand on the waist, the other holding the coffee cup, movin’ to the beat, movin’ the feet, all the way to the recliner sofa…
Didn’t slosh a drop.
About this time in the story telling, any one of my kids will have his/her hand over his/her face, shaking his/her head and making “uuuuuuuu..” moans. Oh, well…
…Copa Cabaaana….
“Do you mind if I play that one again?”
“You know, he just doesn’t stand at the mike and yell. Well, I’m woofed. Think I’ll lay down for a while.”
We’ll have to rent that one again sometime.
What my doctor said this time
Wendy the PAC: I won’t tell you not to get the Swine flu shot, but I will say I’m not getting it. Neither is Dr. Stewart bringing in any supply of it only because he says there’s an ingredient in it that he feels hasn’t been tested enough.
Me: Is there still mercury in it?
Wendy the PAC: That’s why I’m not getting it. I get deathly ill.
Everybody quote the expert that agrees him. Here’s mine…
From the most watched (stats are irrefutable) and most annoyingly balanced (that means both sides) news network:
And the majority of experts want your kids to get not just the seasonal, but the pig one too. That’s too doses of mercury.
It really is a crap shoot. I think I’d rather treat the flu than live with the possible permanent damage.
Rain to Bow
“It was pouring all the way here, just pouring. Those kids were soaked.”
Rain, rain, rain. Days of rain, weeks of rain, dreariness, wet decks, sidewalks and pavement shiny wet from growling skies.
She thought she’d never get here, the trucks throwing water in vicious intent, trying to drown her in gray.
Then rain gives way to sunset reclaiming earth under broken clouds, lost ghost ships slowly sailing through tree tops tipped with gold, mists rising randomly– ancient native spirits signaling silently hill to hill.
A rainbow, wide, bright, the purple dominating in neon! It’s gone, where did it go? Over there! See it doubled, a reflection of itself over our back yard, arching side to side and back again, a promise, protective, just for us.
Do you have your umbrella? Watch your step, drive carefully, see you tomorrow, thanks for coming.
The air is heavy, too warm and damp, resisting surrender to sun day after day after day. Finally, late today, sun after canceled games and ruined cookouts, yellow light instead of gray, a hope of cool fall nights crouching around the next corner or the next or the next or the next.
I work overtime against my will, the load increases, relentless and demanding. I’m in artificial air, aware of thunder, not of sun.
Finally, color. At last, open windows, fresh air. Soon I’ll sleep to crickets’ song, not AC’s hum. Freshness, breathe on me in my soul.
Going nuts at work
The workload is crazy, the phones are nuts. That’s why I’ve been AWOL on the blog for a couple of weeks. I’m putting in consistent overtime for a few weeks. It’s amazing how much more it wears now than it did 15 years ago. Amazing.
I’m getting home anywhere between 8 and 9 every evening, leaving me time enough to check out the trivia on Facebook, throw out a few comments on posts 7 to 8 hours cold and go to bed.
We were notified this week that any vacation time left needs to be scheduled or lose it. Holidays are coming up and I could be turned down if I don’t make my reservation. So in October I reserved a four day weekend over the 24th-25th, am taking a Monday off early in November, scheduled 5 hours for a dentist appointment and have 23 hours remaining for flu or early clock-outs, the latter of which is unlikely since I’m on phones to 6:30 whether they ring or not or even if there’s no paperwork.
The only thing I plan on moving when I take those days off is the thumb on the remote. I am brickin’ it. I really need to start some crochet projects and actually may do that but am leaving the schedule open for the option of nothing, big fat nothing.
I am so stressed.
So. That’s what I’m up to. Right now, Honey is catching Zs. He has to get to work by 6:30, that’s A.M., tomorrow for his company’s annual big event. I need to crash so I can get up and clean bathrooms and fix lunch for the new small group luncheon at 11.
Ready, crash. See y’all later.
Did I hear that correctly?
After being interviewed by the school administration, the prospective teacher said: ( —-borrowed from one of “those” email forwards )
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