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Thursday, January 29, 2009

THE OLD STORY IS THAT THE AUTO COMPANIES KILLED THE ELECTRIC TRAMS ALL OVER THE U.S…...

....and now, guess what? The electric automobile is being KILLED IN CALIFORNIA, and guess who the murderer is, this time?

Would you believe….? It’s the CALIFORNIA AIR RESOURCES BOARD. On the surface, this really seems bizarre, doesn’t it? I mean….electric cars will take gasoline-powered vehicles off the road…..and plug-in electrics can supplant the WORST-polluting type of driving that exists - the daily commute. So, what’s the deal?

Posted by Earl on 01/29 at 09:29 PM
Science • Environment • Politics • Domestic • Government Outrage • Comments •

ARE YOU FEELING OPTIMISTIC ABOUT AFGHANISTAN, NOW THAT OUR PRESIDENT IS GOING TO CONCENTRATE ON IT?

Not to burst your bubble - well, actually…YES, to burst your bubble - but listen to Michael Yon, who has been in both Iraq and Afghanistan for months and months and months, and recently, too. He spends his time with the people and the troops, rather than with the press in the “safe areas”, and he BLOGS RIGHT HERE about it all.

When he heard about Senator Lieberman’s recent RATHER OPTIMISTIC SPEECH, he e-mailed the following:

Posted by Earl on 01/29 at 08:46 PM
Politics • International • Iraq • Comments •

THIS IS THE AD THAT NBC WON’T ACCEPT FOR SUPER BOWL SUNDAY…....

As you can SEE FOR YOURSELF, they aren’t being honest about their reasons, either.

Posted by Earl on 01/29 at 08:27 PM
Politics • Domestic • Life Issues • Media Bias • Comments •

Monday, December 29, 2008

WANT TO SUPPLEMENT YOUR S.S. CHECK SELLING SOMETHING FROM HOME…....?

Fuggedaboutit…....

Shasta County health officials are cracking down on an 86-year-old disabled World War II veteran who has been selling homemade fruitcakes for more than a decade.

The Department of Environmental Health cites an obscure law banning food businesses in private homes.

Jack Melton of Redding gave away many of his pecan-filled fruitcakes. But health officials saw a small handmade window sign offering some for sale.

Health specialist Fern Hastings says Melton must use a commercial bakery that has passed a health inspection even if he gives his cakes to the public.

Melton says the 10- to 14-dozen fruitcakes he sold each year helped supplement his Social Security benefits.

But the retired electrician says at his age, it’s probably time to quit anyway.

I guess in California, if you can’t get by on one government check, you can either get by with less, or apply for a second government check! READ THE STORY HERE

Hat Tip: THE CORNER at National Review Online

Posted by Earl on 12/29 at 06:51 PM
Politics • Government Outrage • Comments •

A CAUTIONARY TALE—THE TRUTH WILL OUT…....

It was billed as one of the greatest love stories ever told.

A Jewish boy who survived a Nazi concentration camp thanks to food thrown over the fence by a girl he called his ‘angel’ met her again by chance on a blind date in New York after the war and took her as his wife.

Hollywood snapped up the rights and a tear-jerking book relating Herman and Roma Rosenblat’s romance and 50 years of wedded bliss was destined to be a bestseller. But last night the story was exposed as fantasy.

READ THE WHOLE (SAD) THING

Hat Tip: Bookworm

Posted by Earl on 12/29 at 06:00 PM
Miscellany • Comments •

A CHRISTMAS STORY…...NOT THE ONE WITH THE LEG LAMP.

A WONDERFUL story from Robynn, home-schooling, Sunday-school teaching mother of two, who blogs (until January 1, 2009) at LAUGH ‘TIL YOU DIE

Friday, December 19, 2008
A Christmas Story….Not The One With The Leg Lamp

I don’t think I can top the Bumpkiss’ dogs or the fish-net leg lamp. I can identify with Ralphie in “A Christmas Story” when he has to suck on a bar of Lifeboy soap. I became a regular connoisseur of the latest “on-sale” bar soap when I was a kid. Lux, Lifeboy, Dial, Ivory. Apparently getting cleaned from the inside out was the way to approach child rearing. Maybe it was a chaser for the bleach I accidentally drank from a Ball canning jar several years earlier. My heart may have its stains but my intestines are clean as a whistle.

It was during this same period my Christmas story takes place. It wasn’t humorous but it was definitely happy. I remembered it today when the kids and I were part of the follow-up team for handing out Christmas food and gifts collected by A.C. Electric, the company Jamie works for. We volunteered for the privilege because who doesn’t want to be part of that kind of Christmas cheer? Of course, I groused about schedule logistics (note last blog) even though I truly, truly wanted to do it. I mean really, WHAT is my DEAL?!

We drove across town to the warehouse, picked up seven boxes of groceries and a few toys, and headed to the home of a single mother with lots of children. The neighborhood was down-trodden but several neighbors stood against the blight with cheery light displays and decorations.

The home sat on a quiet corner, surrounded by a chain link fence. A chewed rope hung limply from a metal pole advertising a dog no longer tethered there. I walked up and tapped lightly, feeling slightly awkward and apologetic. The door creaked open and out peeked little shining faces, obviously excited to see strangers bearing gifts. A teenage son arrived home just in time to help unload the car and serve as translator. His mother spoke only Spanish and I spoke only English. He stared at us through dark-lashed eyes that were guarded with a mixture of suspicion and embarrassment. He couldn’t have been much older than Hunter. I wondered if my son wouldn’t have felt much the same. I sensed his gratitude but also felt the sting that charity might bring to a young man. He quietly complied with my request to let his mother know I had been on the receiving end of a Christmas delivery when I was child. I suppose I wanted her to realize (and him to understand even more) that I knew how it felt on both sides and it was a blessing to give back. Her shy smile showed her appreciation, and discomfort as well. It truly is more blessed to give than to receive….

Apparently, Aunt Fran had placed us on a few “needy family” lists and I’ll be forever grateful that she did. It wasn’t until years later I realized how close we were to having a very different Christmas experience. It was nothing short of a miracle to me and yet it lived up to my faith that all would be well. And for that time and for that day, it was. And that was enough.

I hope it will be the same for the dear family we met today. I pray a bright memory of Christmas miracles lives on in the hearts of the kiddoes there and, if only for a short while, a burden is lifted for a weary mother. I hope a tentative young son feels compelled to drop his guard. I think that might be the case. I hugged his mother and then turned to him to pat his arm. He started to lean in for a hug, too, then caught himself. But it had happened, nonetheless, and in that moment, if only for a moment, I think all was well.

May you have the merriest of Christmases, my friends, and may God richly bless you.

With Love,

Robynn

READ THE WHOLE THING…..

Posted by Earl on 12/29 at 04:36 PM
Miscellany • Comments •

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

IS IT IN YOU…...?

Takes off from a recent ad campaign (that I haven’t seen) in a delightful way…...

Hat Tip: The PHIL FILES

Posted by Earl on 12/16 at 10:33 AM
Miscellany • Funny (strange?) Stuff • Religion • Comments •

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