I'm back from Colorado!
And I'm glad I live in Texas!
Boy, first we meet a guy who thinks Glock's are better than Sig's, then we get up into the mountains where there is no air. Amazingly ungood. Ungood.... I should copyright that.... ;-)
The stay with my Grandparents was extremely pleasant, and telling uncle Larry about the stay was even more fun. Larry and Susan are just.... awesome. In general.
And Dad did a fabulous plan, but as always, the talking 'round the table at Denny's was the part I enjoyed most.
*sigh*
My Dad knows so much.
Just when I think I know more than he does, he has to tell me something that takes me another month to completely understand.
Heh, that sentence is based off of a statement by Dave Roever. He said "The fifteenth year of my life was most assuradely the hardest. I had just become more intelligent than any adult in existence that year, and I had trouble containing my excitement about it."
Heh, genious he is. If you haven't heard the Dave Roever story, you need to.
This man plays 'Danny Boy' on the piano, and it's the most touching piano I've ever heard...
Because he's PLAYING WITH ONLY FIVE SEMI-WORKING FINGERS. Incredible man.
His face is burned and scarred and just about gone. Incredible man. Look him up. I'll have to post his drinking story. And the story about when he asked his wife to marry him when she was 13. She said 'Dave, if you love me, you'll wait'. He did. Soon as she graduated, they ran off, got married, he was drafted, got blown up, had his body completely deformed and mutilated. She still loved him and they're still married to this day.
Wow. Incredible man. Cool voice too. The two talks you need to hear from this guy, are 'The Real Deal', and 'Who's your Daddy?'
Those are wonderful CD's, and worth whatever you pay for 'em. They're worth every penny.
SO what have all of all yawl been doin'?
Me, I'm gettin' back in DVD makin' mode! Don't have them made yet, of course, but I will!
:-P
This post is sadly too late for Patriot Day (September 11'th), but it's not too late for you to listen to Darryl Worley's song 'Have You Forgotten' about 2,000 + times. It's a wonderful song that speaks the mind of ever true Christian in America.
Excellent song.
I'd post an mp3 here, but that doesn't really support him, and the guy needs support. Lord knows he ain't gettin' it from Dixie Chicks....
*sigh*
So, Derrillynn requested the full article. I suppose I couldn't call it an article. Perhaps an essay. I dunno.
Either way, the author requests that his name not be associated with it at this time, so I'm just going to post it here instead of linking to the word file. Apparently he's too much of a girl to post it on his own blog. ;)
Are you reading me out there, ______??
I'm talkin' to you! :-P
I'm kidding. Really. Basically, he wants it to go as an email. So, ya know, read it, if you like it, send it 'round.
It's called 'A cry for the innocent' by 'Bubba'. :-P
Here ya go. Any feedback'll get to him. Won't it now, _______?? :-P
My fears had become reality. The store wouldn't sell food to my family or me. I knew this day would come, but I always pushed away the thought. But it had happened. I had an old mouser rifle hidden underneath some boards in the floor. It was my last effort to avoid the Nazi's tyranny. They had tried to get it, but I wouldn't let them have it. Eventually, they had given up. I was glad they had, for now that rifle had to bring us our food, our way of survival.
I took the rifle and an old box half filled with cartridges out into the woods where I knew I could find some deer. They always liked this area, because it was so peaceful. As I crested the thickly forested hill over the usually deer filled valley, a very different sight was before me. Nearly eight hundred naked Jewish children were lined up in front of a deep trench, quickly blasted in the ground. The Germans were loading their MG42 machine guns, preparing to fire. I sat there with my rifle and wondered what to do.
This didn't take long. The absolute terror that filled me at the thought of seeing nearly a thousand innocent, defenseless children ruthlessly butchered, made me vomit. I couldn't let it happen. I loaded the rifle, and with just a few simple shots, I had become a hero, both in the eyes of God, and the eyes of man.
However, Men like me were scarce in those times. Men didn't have rifles anymore, or any practical knowledge of how to use them in that situation. The result was the stench of seven million innocent people, murdered, because they were too complicated. I only saved a sliver of a percentage of those, but I was glad I did. I may have made mistakes earlier in my life, but that's all changed now.
I'm standing on a hill in the United States today. I moved here after the second great world war, the war that had taken the lives of over fifty million people. Many of them were actively trying to kill each other, but many were innocent. Others were trying to save lives and fight for the Freedom of all in the name of Jesus Christ. In the end, when the Jews were being killed, Christian Men around the world stood up and gave their lives to end the massacre.
If all fifty five million bodies were gathered up and stacked together, the stench would be unbearable for hundreds of miles in any direction.
But that's over. Death doesn't occur like that today, does it? A Christian like me somewhere will stand up for the truth and protect the helpless. Well, that's what I thought. I lie here with this rifle, my eyes peering through the scope and studying every wrinkle on one particular face. This man deserves to die. I found out about him rather easily, actually. I discovered that during his life, he has been responsible for the deaths of over fifteen thousand helpless children. This time though, nobody came over the hill with a rifle, nobody screamed for help as their babies were ripped away from them and cruelly destroyed. No man with quality stood up like on the ship ‘Titanic’ and screamed ‘Women and children first! I will DIE to protect these fifteen thousand babies!’ No hero stood up to save them. Nobody was watching for this. Nobody saw that abortion would take over forty MILLION lives, while supposedly faithful Christians stood around and watched.
I sit here with this rifle, and my finger caresses the trigger carefully, while unknowingly, the man of death prepares to taste his handiwork. With this single shot, I'm saving perhaps thirty to forty thousand more lives from the hands of this man. There are others too. I know I can't save all of them. But perhaps this one shot I fire right now will inspire others like me to see the truth, and stop the massacre of the innocent. Like William Wallace, I will stand and make this statement for Freedom, even if it becomes my downfall. Like William Wallace would have done, I will take this action, even if it’s only by my death that the world sees what the righteous man should do, I will do it. If this step had been taken long ago, forty million people might still be alive today, but nobody was willing to make the shot.
Nobody was willing to sacrifice their life to save countless others. None was truly ready for this.
If the forty million bodies of the children were gathered up into that large pile, the stench would be unbearable. We have found ways though, to hide that physical smell. That rotten odor. But the spiritual stench remains, and it is unbearable to God. With things such as the Terry Schiavo incident, doesn't anyone realize the foul air that flows off of the innocent dead is causing Jesus to cry out with more pain than when the nails were driven through his hands, and the spears that were driven through his hands? What about the children whose souls were destroyed through indoctrination in the public school system?
The category 5 hurricane Katrina has eighty percent of the city underwater, and people are dying. They were warned to leave. They had plenty of time to get out of the path of the destroyer coming through. They were told over and over again by engineers and scientists that they would be hit, and the damage would be unbelievable. But many failed to heed the call. Men and Women in that city failed to heed the calling to shelter and safety. Because of their failure, their children now float dead in the waters that fill the city. Because of their failure to heed the calling of truth, their children have suffered the loss of their lives.
What's worse, is how many of them didn't heed the call to repentance, the call to renewal of the mind through Jesus Christ, and now their children have lost their spiritual lives...
I haven't fired my rifle. The man behind that window wearing his surgical gloves isn't the problem. He isn't my responsibility. My duty in life is to train up my children to heed the call, and obey Christ's commandments, and when the hurricane Lucifer strikes this spiritual New Orleans, only those who have heeded the call will make it out. Only those who have accepted the responsibility to save others from the destroyer will truly be saving the innocent. Family by family, abortion can be stopped. One person at a time.
Abortionists don't kill Children. Parents kill the children. They even pay to have it done.
It is the parents that must be changed. The abortionists have no power without the Parents coming to them, allowing them to kill.
Satan has no power in this country, unless you allow him to spiritually destroy your children, and you become the abortionist, of your child. You become the abortionist of your friends, and family. You become the abortionist of those who have never heard the truth!
The shot I fire today is not fired at some twisted doctor with powerful equipment designed for the slaughter of children, but a shot at the Parents who fail to train up a child in the way he should go. The Parents who fail to raise children to heed the calling of truth, and love.
It is because of those parents, that forty million children were thrown to rot. It is because of those Parents, that the greatest natural disaster to ever hit the United States, hurricane Katrina, hit with the power and force to destroy an entire city, and take many, many, innocent lives.
Boy, first we meet a guy who thinks Glock's are better than Sig's, then we get up into the mountains where there is no air. Amazingly ungood. Ungood.... I should copyright that.... ;-)
The stay with my Grandparents was extremely pleasant, and telling uncle Larry about the stay was even more fun. Larry and Susan are just.... awesome. In general.
And Dad did a fabulous plan, but as always, the talking 'round the table at Denny's was the part I enjoyed most.
*sigh*
My Dad knows so much.
Just when I think I know more than he does, he has to tell me something that takes me another month to completely understand.
Heh, that sentence is based off of a statement by Dave Roever. He said "The fifteenth year of my life was most assuradely the hardest. I had just become more intelligent than any adult in existence that year, and I had trouble containing my excitement about it."
Heh, genious he is. If you haven't heard the Dave Roever story, you need to.
This man plays 'Danny Boy' on the piano, and it's the most touching piano I've ever heard...
Because he's PLAYING WITH ONLY FIVE SEMI-WORKING FINGERS. Incredible man.
His face is burned and scarred and just about gone. Incredible man. Look him up. I'll have to post his drinking story. And the story about when he asked his wife to marry him when she was 13. She said 'Dave, if you love me, you'll wait'. He did. Soon as she graduated, they ran off, got married, he was drafted, got blown up, had his body completely deformed and mutilated. She still loved him and they're still married to this day.
Wow. Incredible man. Cool voice too. The two talks you need to hear from this guy, are 'The Real Deal', and 'Who's your Daddy?'
Those are wonderful CD's, and worth whatever you pay for 'em. They're worth every penny.
SO what have all of all yawl been doin'?
Me, I'm gettin' back in DVD makin' mode! Don't have them made yet, of course, but I will!
:-P
This post is sadly too late for Patriot Day (September 11'th), but it's not too late for you to listen to Darryl Worley's song 'Have You Forgotten' about 2,000 + times. It's a wonderful song that speaks the mind of ever true Christian in America.
Excellent song.
I'd post an mp3 here, but that doesn't really support him, and the guy needs support. Lord knows he ain't gettin' it from Dixie Chicks....
*sigh*
So, Derrillynn requested the full article. I suppose I couldn't call it an article. Perhaps an essay. I dunno.
Either way, the author requests that his name not be associated with it at this time, so I'm just going to post it here instead of linking to the word file. Apparently he's too much of a girl to post it on his own blog. ;)
Are you reading me out there, ______??
I'm talkin' to you! :-P
I'm kidding. Really. Basically, he wants it to go as an email. So, ya know, read it, if you like it, send it 'round.
It's called 'A cry for the innocent' by 'Bubba'. :-P
Here ya go. Any feedback'll get to him. Won't it now, _______?? :-P
My fears had become reality. The store wouldn't sell food to my family or me. I knew this day would come, but I always pushed away the thought. But it had happened. I had an old mouser rifle hidden underneath some boards in the floor. It was my last effort to avoid the Nazi's tyranny. They had tried to get it, but I wouldn't let them have it. Eventually, they had given up. I was glad they had, for now that rifle had to bring us our food, our way of survival.
I took the rifle and an old box half filled with cartridges out into the woods where I knew I could find some deer. They always liked this area, because it was so peaceful. As I crested the thickly forested hill over the usually deer filled valley, a very different sight was before me. Nearly eight hundred naked Jewish children were lined up in front of a deep trench, quickly blasted in the ground. The Germans were loading their MG42 machine guns, preparing to fire. I sat there with my rifle and wondered what to do.
This didn't take long. The absolute terror that filled me at the thought of seeing nearly a thousand innocent, defenseless children ruthlessly butchered, made me vomit. I couldn't let it happen. I loaded the rifle, and with just a few simple shots, I had become a hero, both in the eyes of God, and the eyes of man.
However, Men like me were scarce in those times. Men didn't have rifles anymore, or any practical knowledge of how to use them in that situation. The result was the stench of seven million innocent people, murdered, because they were too complicated. I only saved a sliver of a percentage of those, but I was glad I did. I may have made mistakes earlier in my life, but that's all changed now.
I'm standing on a hill in the United States today. I moved here after the second great world war, the war that had taken the lives of over fifty million people. Many of them were actively trying to kill each other, but many were innocent. Others were trying to save lives and fight for the Freedom of all in the name of Jesus Christ. In the end, when the Jews were being killed, Christian Men around the world stood up and gave their lives to end the massacre.
If all fifty five million bodies were gathered up and stacked together, the stench would be unbearable for hundreds of miles in any direction.
But that's over. Death doesn't occur like that today, does it? A Christian like me somewhere will stand up for the truth and protect the helpless. Well, that's what I thought. I lie here with this rifle, my eyes peering through the scope and studying every wrinkle on one particular face. This man deserves to die. I found out about him rather easily, actually. I discovered that during his life, he has been responsible for the deaths of over fifteen thousand helpless children. This time though, nobody came over the hill with a rifle, nobody screamed for help as their babies were ripped away from them and cruelly destroyed. No man with quality stood up like on the ship ‘Titanic’ and screamed ‘Women and children first! I will DIE to protect these fifteen thousand babies!’ No hero stood up to save them. Nobody was watching for this. Nobody saw that abortion would take over forty MILLION lives, while supposedly faithful Christians stood around and watched.
I sit here with this rifle, and my finger caresses the trigger carefully, while unknowingly, the man of death prepares to taste his handiwork. With this single shot, I'm saving perhaps thirty to forty thousand more lives from the hands of this man. There are others too. I know I can't save all of them. But perhaps this one shot I fire right now will inspire others like me to see the truth, and stop the massacre of the innocent. Like William Wallace, I will stand and make this statement for Freedom, even if it becomes my downfall. Like William Wallace would have done, I will take this action, even if it’s only by my death that the world sees what the righteous man should do, I will do it. If this step had been taken long ago, forty million people might still be alive today, but nobody was willing to make the shot.
Nobody was willing to sacrifice their life to save countless others. None was truly ready for this.
If the forty million bodies of the children were gathered up into that large pile, the stench would be unbearable. We have found ways though, to hide that physical smell. That rotten odor. But the spiritual stench remains, and it is unbearable to God. With things such as the Terry Schiavo incident, doesn't anyone realize the foul air that flows off of the innocent dead is causing Jesus to cry out with more pain than when the nails were driven through his hands, and the spears that were driven through his hands? What about the children whose souls were destroyed through indoctrination in the public school system?
The category 5 hurricane Katrina has eighty percent of the city underwater, and people are dying. They were warned to leave. They had plenty of time to get out of the path of the destroyer coming through. They were told over and over again by engineers and scientists that they would be hit, and the damage would be unbelievable. But many failed to heed the call. Men and Women in that city failed to heed the calling to shelter and safety. Because of their failure, their children now float dead in the waters that fill the city. Because of their failure to heed the calling of truth, their children have suffered the loss of their lives.
What's worse, is how many of them didn't heed the call to repentance, the call to renewal of the mind through Jesus Christ, and now their children have lost their spiritual lives...
I haven't fired my rifle. The man behind that window wearing his surgical gloves isn't the problem. He isn't my responsibility. My duty in life is to train up my children to heed the call, and obey Christ's commandments, and when the hurricane Lucifer strikes this spiritual New Orleans, only those who have heeded the call will make it out. Only those who have accepted the responsibility to save others from the destroyer will truly be saving the innocent. Family by family, abortion can be stopped. One person at a time.
Abortionists don't kill Children. Parents kill the children. They even pay to have it done.
It is the parents that must be changed. The abortionists have no power without the Parents coming to them, allowing them to kill.
Satan has no power in this country, unless you allow him to spiritually destroy your children, and you become the abortionist, of your child. You become the abortionist of your friends, and family. You become the abortionist of those who have never heard the truth!
The shot I fire today is not fired at some twisted doctor with powerful equipment designed for the slaughter of children, but a shot at the Parents who fail to train up a child in the way he should go. The Parents who fail to raise children to heed the calling of truth, and love.
It is because of those parents, that forty million children were thrown to rot. It is because of those Parents, that the greatest natural disaster to ever hit the United States, hurricane Katrina, hit with the power and force to destroy an entire city, and take many, many, innocent lives.
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