POTUS ?! A voluntary legionaire?

I had to get a copy of the book and read it for myself because Obama was to me, a “Hero”, though not a role model. Then, after getting the book in my hand my wife pulls up the info/QUOTE, that I had to,HAD TO, read for myself. And there it was, on the internet for everybody to see. In the book “The Audacity of Hope”, President Obama writes: “I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.” Whaaatt!!? The quote comes from page 261 of the paperback edition. How come all the watchdog journalist out there kept this a secret from us? I’m just saying.. . And there is more unbelievable stuff right there on the internet..

UFO’s are real! Just like Psychic phenomena.

Seeing is a’believing faith’ totally real and unlike ‘hearing faith’. Millions of people have seen TV programs where people have seen the UFO phenomena, and heard doubters all over the place trying to explain to first hand observers that whatever they saw, had a natural explanation although none could be accepted by the first hand viewers.
The same kind of skepticism exists concerning Psychic phenomena even though most TV viewers have seen shows where cold case crimes were solved with the aid of Psychics in a state far removed from the scene of the murders, long after the Police had given up on the case.
Disbelief of the lamentably infrequent miraculous healings and of dreams that unfolded exactly as dreamt brings doubters and naysayers out in droves, because like Doubting Thomas of the Bible, they had not seen for themselves.
The common thread linking the types of events referred to above is this: Anyone who has experienced any of those unexplained events never doubts the Possibility of any such impossible or even more far out unbelievable events.
This is why personal intuition is so important. My Theory: Investigators are looking in the wrong places. Fast forward to String Theory.. –Some ?– Sub-molecular particles can be in two different locations at once, and/or occupy the same space, in different segments of linear time. Brain cells play around in the arena of sub atomic particles. This is how time travel is possible, how prophets can prophecy and how things materialize into one world from another, dreams ahead of wakeful reality. Consider Einstein theory: Energy equals mass times the speed of light squared. The speed of light is involved. Speed is simply the measure of distance per measure of time. Time can be isolated on the left side of the equation. So we, theoretically speaking CAN have negative time or positive(Future) time in our experience. We can go back-ward or forward in our heads. You’ve heard people say; I’m sorry my mind was somewhere else, what was that again?
As of now we can not instruct our brain cell or the sub-atomic particles in our head to do our bidding. But eventually we will.

Deadly! Deadly Serious Comedy and Comical Calamity By Ken O. McIntosh
Source: sbpra.com
About the Book What is faith and does it have healing powers? Deadly! Deadly Serious Comedy and Comical Calamity is a book searching for answers. “After 30 years of treating cancer patients with radiation, I never had the opportunity to treat an atheist,” says author Ken O. McIntosh. “All of my patients had faith that God would heal them of their disease, but no one could explain to me how to get faith.” He adds, “I saw only one miraculous cure while I was treating a big-time smoker, and he had …

2 Guys carrying an ageing donkey.

The Inspector,(his nickname) a neighbor of my parents in Hudson Florida, walked with his sons across Poland to Sweden. Sweden has a long coastline on the eastern side and the Scandinavian mountain chain (Skanderna) on the western border, a range that separates Sweden from Norway. It has maritime borders with Denmark, Germany, Poland, Russia, Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia, and it is also linked to Denmark (southwest) by the Öresund Bridge.The inspector finally was able to come to the USA soon after reaching Sweden as an allied war refugee, and worked from day one, never took a dime that he didn’t work for and his oldest son ended up playing Professional basketball in the NBA for five years.
My wife’s Grandfather and his brother, same story. They walked across Russia to Sweden, changed their Surnames slightly, came to the USA with an unbelievable work ethic. No help from anyone other than a job, was ever accepted. Any language other than English was forbidden in their homes.
My brother and I after getting inoculated and granted visas to enter the USA, joined the Army two weeks after setting foot on American soil. We had to carry our Alien Registration Card on our person at all times. As did all Legal Aliens. My Brother Larry became a Helicopter Pilot Instructor CWO4, and Embry Riddle graduate with a Batchelor’s in Airport Management. I became a Radiation Therapist. And that’s all I will relate for the sake of brevity.
Karen, my wife traces her lineage back to the Mayflower, and keeps contact with some of her relatives through Historical records of the Daughters of the American Revolution, and with phone calls and periodic visits to Connecticut, Rhode Island and New Hampshire. Their history is the same as most of America’s successful; hard work driven by ambition. — I say this to make one point. Low achievers will always be a burden to society. I will never understand how anyone can live without a burning ambition to make something admirable of themselves.– After all the excuses, and reasons and arguments for compassion, low achievers will remain under-achievers, because they grew up being shirkers, crawling along with the least effort possible. –Whose job was it to inculcate the skills necessary for children to be all rounded successful persons? That is the domain of the traditional family and it’s extensions. A “living wage” will always be the mantra of low achievers and under achievers. And that’s the biggest waste of human potential, outside of Genocide.

Nice doggie vs Bad dog in a dog eat dog world

Christie (real name) arrived at the Christmas party with her one week new, boyfriend at twenty minutes to twelve, even though they booked a room at the party venue since 11a.m. Unbelievable. Nice looking, athletic guy, ex-marine and every thing. Two weeks later she relates to us at lunch, that she wants to break up with this guy but she is afraid of him. They went to Cypress Gardens and the new boyfriend put his feet up on the back of the seat in front of them and threatened to beat up the guy whose seat it was because the guy asked him to put his feet down. Christie was embarrassed. Pretended that she was sick and might vomit from the heat and asked to be taken home. No more dates or loving for the marine. His protesting was beginning to scare her. At some point she tells her brother’s boss, who owns a lumber trucking company. The very next night, the brother’s boss shows up at the bowling alley. Over thirty bikers walk up to the concession stand and ignore the employees into silence. Everything stopped. The last biker calmly strolled up to the concession stand, took the mike and paiged the boyfriend to come to the stand. Everybody is silently nervous as the marine walked to the stand. The biker introduced himself as Christie’s brother’s boss, shook the marine’s hand for a too long time, and for a silent staring eternity, then spoke, still holding the marine in a handshake. “ I’m giving you a job. You are to make sure Christie stays healthy by every means possible. If she so much as catches a cold, I’ll be taking you to the doctor.” He put down the microphone, let go of Chistie’s boyfriend’s hand and the bikers slowly sauntered out, taking the silence with them. Christie came to work the next day with a big grin on her face. She said when she awoke and pulled back the window curtains, there was a U-haul truck in the condo parking lot and the boyfriend was packing stuff in as fast as he could by himself. The moral of the story: Always be nice

True mystery,Scea-scapes, rock climbing,

The Hundred Dollar Picture that everybody Loves
But all these long Years Nobody wants to Buy
Is too Magnificent a moment of Stoic Strength in Loneliness
Too Erie in its mystery for anyone to own

Ocean and Endless Beach touch Left and Forward Horizons
Hilltop homes on the other side, countless unseen eyes watch the Scene
Unfold on dreary days and cloudless, just like in the Photograph
Viewers Wonder, what is with that woman? Who is she?
And how did that One Huge, the only boulder on a three mile beach
Get on the Beach to become legendary and on the oldest totem poles
How come we only see that woman when she’s near the Rock
Always going by never Returning
She may even be a Real Person
So who took that perfect picture anyway?
None of the Neighbors did, none of the neighbors know her
None of the neighbors care to
Picture Perfect because it’s only there that the woman is ever seen
Sand Sparkles around her feet as she walks
That doesn’t happen with anybody else
Library patrons say they’ll never forget the picture
So there’s no need to buy it, too sort of haunting, puzzling
Evokes a kind of Pity , makes you stare ,lose track of time
The enigmatic picture that everybody loves.
And nobody wants to buy

There’s cowboys and then there’s cowboys!

I thought I posted this before,but couldn’t find it in my archives. Thank Deidra Alexander for this posting.

7/2/14 Posted??!
Wearing a Chiseled smile quite handsomely
His wind-burned face Brocaded by Natural Darings Past
The Smell of leather and smoke in his Nose
Fancy Spurs, broke-in Boots, with New heels and old Toes
He Reins in the Rescued ,Old Ford Bronco, Game again and Fancied up
Now a Dusty Dude, the Pride of the Junkyard all Gussied up
With Store Bought Fancy Rims for Driving Hard
On long trail Rides from Flagstaff to the Tuscon
Watering hole at Mighty, Mighty Books a Million

The Toughest Chore for this Bookstore Cowboy
Is Cutting the Cows, Culling the herd,Roving thru Ravines
Canyons of Books, endless Hardbound copies Under
Flimsy Flap Jackets,where the mind of Mankind is stacked
Crammed Together ,Books facing the same Future as Cattle
In the Stockyards; That of being devoured

Earthlings’ Life experiences, Their thoughts transferred
From Brain to Book, corralled in Rows, Front to Front
Backside Bindings facing the Publics’ Scrutiny
Musings and other things laid to rest between Covers
Waiting to be resurrected, quick as a Gunfight
Nimble as a Rope dodging Hefer, Browsing Fingers flip pages
Satisfying as a Steak cooked to everyone’s liking
Beef on the Hoof, red meat for the Mind
Where imagination cannot be bound
And impossibilities become possible

Replacing one and retrieving a different Discount Card
Guess what Pilgrim? It ain’t over Yet!!
The Mind Rustler’s next raid will be at “Borders”

Sports Dynasty mirrors Human historyonics

The Randomness of Quantum Physics
Illustrates itself in the Exegence after a ballgame or
During the contest, then magnified in mass Exit
Of Encapsulated energy forms moving
In different Directions
Through similar Dual purpose portals
360 Degrees around,180 Degrees Opposed
To each other

Human Energy, itself a Universe of Energy
Exiting thru Strategic routes
From and to Reality
Being driven in similar Opposite
Or Closely Oblique Directions
Heading straight or stopping, detouring
All with the same Objective
Getting to the same Place :
Different Pillows on different sides
Of the Same or different Beds

Alchemy! Turning money into meat.

I should’a saved my breath but I said it anyway. “THIS MEAT HAS TO LAST FOR TWO MEALS. Tell me things are getting better! ? So while I was figuring out how much thyme to put in with the Garlic and soy sauce, she brushed past me, humming and grabbed a cold Nathan’s hot dog and started eating it. From Fridge to mouth, as I am figuring out how not to drown out the caramel flavor as the brown sugar burns slowly to black. Enough with the Shadon Benne(Look it up) she advises, as I over do it with the black pepper, while complaining about the Vodka. She’s gonna eat as much as she cares to anyway, but I gotta have another beer to make the beef stew taste right. Almost $6.00 a pound and the laughing-ass news on T.V. people tell me things are getting better.
Beef stew!!! Too much thyme she complains, “ I can smell the garlic from here.” !!???. . But a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do in the kitchen as well as the bedroom or wherever the urge strikes her, or me! If push comes to squeeze,. . the waters edge,. . Under the blanket at 8.30 summer time-time, the swimming pool!? .Well All I know is the more meat she eats is the more I have to perform a feat that will last through the memories of the last treat. So I say it anyway. Eat more salad and Caribbean macaroni and cheese pie. Lawd!! She’s go’ kill me before I reach eighty two. Oh well. . . Just another day in paradise

UH TEHuhUHnnnNN!!——SHUN!!

Colonial Days were the Good old days
Under the Coconut Palms they camped
Marching by day and joking by night
Learning Bugle calls and Shouldering Arms
Dress right dress, falling in falling out
Messing up and messing around
Lance and Campbell, Stuarty Barnes and Griffith
The Best Merry Men in Black boots and shorts
Beige Socks and Orange Muff-ti
As smart as a parade they practiced in step

Then dressed in the British Queen’s Birthday Parade Best
The platoons strutted thru the conquered Spanish City
Past the Old Cathedral, past the Red Court house
Past the Silent Lighthouse as Sharp as a Shot
Swinging Arms, matching Strides
With drumbeat Thunder and whip-like boot claps
Rule Brittania Queen of the sea
Bugles herald Her majesty’s
Contributions to Humanity

Free all you can eat buffet

Free!! All you can eat buffet.

Some souls will continue to Mire in the Bayou
Floating Belly up in the Salt water Mortuary
Left to the un-hurried choosing of Storks whose feeding’s done
Beady eyed Miraculously, Virgin-Bride-White, ‘Mud Herons’
Whoever finds room first, Eagle or Osprey
Before the tide takes out the Frozen fish floating By

A Feeble fin may flutter and be Harpooned for it’s trouble
Swallowed whole after being Air dried and dropped
For lack of Gullet Room inside then Snatched
Again thanks to the Slack tide that kept it beside
The Bird that dropped it half hour since
It’s laying there frozen unable to flee or flinch

A better Fate than those other Washed-up
Beached buzzard Baits left to Wait for warmer Weather
To insult their unwilling passing into the Nether World
By decomposing their cherished flesh with mould
Molecule by mud thriving molecule, cold Briny undertakers
Feasting, fattening up, till all are eaten.

Death offers no escape from Fate the inter-galactic watchdog
Of excellence, she’s indomitable, incorruptible in comparison
To herself only,the Cosmic insomniac Par excellence
One Soul rises Wholly in the Belly of a Kingfisher or Heron
Another from the same School in the Beak of a Pelican
Some dragged underwater to the Marshland Mudbog

Who incidentally, disagrees that Destiny comes too early.
Heaven above or Mud below
All consuming Fate never goes Hungry