Friday, December 13, 2013

Respect for Your Elders!


They like to refer to us as senior citizens, old fogies, geezers, and in some cases dinosaurs. Some of us are "Baby Boomers" getting ready to retire. Others have been retired for some time. We walk a little slower these days and our eyes and hearing are not what they once were. We have worked hard, raised our children, worshiped our God and grown old together. Yes, we are the ones some refer to as being over the hill, and that is probably true. But before writing us off completely, there are a few things that need to be taken into consideration.
In school we studied English, history, math, and science which enabled us to lead America into the technological age. Most of us remember what outhouses were, many of us with firsthand experience. We remember the days of telephone party-lines, 25 cent gasoline, and milk and ice being delivered to our homes. For those of you who don't know what an icebox is, today they are electric and referred to as refrigerators. A few even remember when cars were started with a crank. Yes, we lived those days.
We are probably considered old fashioned and out-dated by many. But there are a few things you need to remember before completely writing us off. We won World War II, fought in Korea and Viet Nam . We can quote The Pledge of Allegiance, and know where to place our hand while doing so. We wore the uniform of our country with pride and lost many friends on the battlefield. We didn't fight for the Socialist States of America ; we fought for the "Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave." We wore different uniforms but carried the same flag. We know the words to the Star Spangled Banner, America , and America the Beautiful by heart, and you may even see some tears running down our cheeks as we sing. We have lived what many of you have only read in history books and we feel no obligation to apologize to anyone for America .
Yes, we are old and slow these days but rest assured, we have at least one good fight left in us. We have loved this country, fought for it, and died for it, and now we are going to save it. It is our country and nobody is going to take it away from us. We took oaths to defend America against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and that is an oath we plan to keep. There are those who want to destroy this land we love but, like our founders, there is no way we are going to remain silent.
It was mostly the young people of this nation who elected Obama and the Democratic Congress. You fell for the "Hope and Change" which in reality was nothing but "Hype and Lies."
You have tasted socialism and seen evil face to face, and have found you don't like it after all. You make a lot of noise, but
most are all too interested in their careers or "Climbing the Social Ladder" to be involved in such mundane things as patriotism and voting. Many of those who fell for the "Great Lie" in 2008 are now having buyer's remorse. With all the education we gave you, you didn't have sense enough to see through the lies and instead drank the 'Kool-Aid.' Now you're paying the price and complaining about it. No jobs, lost mortgages, higher taxes, and less freedom.
This is what you voted for and this is what you got. We entrusted you with the Torch of Liberty and you traded it for a paycheck and a fancy house.
Well, don't worry youngsters, the Grey-Haired Brigade is here, and in 2012 we are going to take back our nation. We may drive a little slower than you would like but we get where we're going, and in 2012 we're going to the polls by the millions.
This land does not belong to the man in the White House nor to the likes of Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid. It belongs to "We the People" and "We the People" plan to reclaim our land and our freedom. We hope this time you will do a better job of preserving it and passing it along to our grandchildren. So the next time you have the chance to say the Pledge of Allegiance, Stand up, put your hand over your heart, honor our country, and thank God for the old geezers of the "Grey-Haired Brigade."
This is spot on. I am another Gray-Haired Geezer signing on. I will circulate this to other Gray-Haired Geezers all over this once great county.
Can you feel the ground shaking??? It's not an earthquake, it is a STAMPEDE.

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Thursday, September 26, 2013


How did healthcare and insurance get in this mess? I remember when I first got married, our family health insurance was paid half by my husband's company and half by us. They took out $6.95 every two weeks for our share. My theory is that GREED is the culprit. 

First the Doctors the Hospitals and Care Providers got greedy and said "Oh look the insurance company is paying this, let's raise our charges.

Then the greedy pharmaceutical companies jumped onto the gravy train and raised the prices of their pills under the guise of "research and development" costs. They wanted to have more money too, so they said let's charge $10 for a 10 cent pill. 

So they did, and the greedy insurance company raised their rates and began charging more for the premiums. Then to even things out they began declining coverage and giving executives raises for the higher net they received So the Greedy Executives instructed their people to write stricter measures for being eligible for coverage and to decline more....and raise their rates even higher.

In the meantime, the Greedy Doctors and Hospitals and pharmaceutical companies were joined by the Greedy Unions who demanded more and more. And the Doctor bills and Hospital Care went up and up. The Unions demanded more money.

However, If you weren't in a union you didn't get more money unless you changed jobs or got raise from your employer (and if you worked for a lawyer they didn't provide health insurance and you didn't get paid a lot anyway). It suddenly occurs to you that procuring health insurance for yourself is going to cost you more than the mortgage payment on your house each month!

So my solution was to declare Insurance of any sort a Sin of Gambling. I am betting with the insurance company that I am going to get sick (or is it the other way around...oh well, it's a gamble. I might get sick and they might have to pay)...and Gambling is against my religion! So the answer is PRAYER. Thank you God for keeping me safe and healthy. So simple. And much cheaper!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013


After the November election I went into significant mourning for our country.  

On April 29, 2013 my Mother died and I have been intensely involved in a combination of mourning and trying to figure out what to do with her things.  I'm having a bad time figuring it all out.

I've written specific predictions as far back as 2007 & 2008 about the effects of Obama on our nation, and I'm sad to say these predictions are coming true.  Obama is systematically destroying America as much through his inaction as his action

To view my previous posts in this regard, click on the side for those years to the present.

I'll get back to blogging one of these days!


Sunday, February 24, 2013

The Sequester Poem - An Understanding

by Amy Payne
On Pennsylvania Avenue, right near the end, there lived a President who wanted to spend.
He knew spending meant power, so hour by hour, he thought up more spends from his Washington tower.

“I’ll spend without limits; I’ll spend without blame! Raising taxes to pay—that’s the name of the game.”

Down the street, though, a House filled with thriftier folk had a budget to pass, or the country’d go broke.

“We can’t spend all day; we’ve got bills to pay! Let’s keep deficits and higher taxes away.”

The Senate next door to the House just refused. “We don’t like your budget. We’ve got some bad news:

The President says we can spend all we want, and we’ll simply raise taxes whenever we choose.”

So they spent and they spent and they borrowed some more. And when all that was spent, they spent same as before.

But not everyone thought the spending was nice. In the House and the Senate, some spenders thought twice.

“We’ll cut down on spending. We have a bad feeling…” then—SMACK!—right on schedule, they hit the debt ceiling.

Then the President’s office, confronted with debt: “If it’s cuts they want now, then it’s cuts they shall get.

We’ll threaten such cuts that NO one would take, and show them that cuts are not smart to make.”

“This will make Congress move. We’ll just float out a tester… broad, haphazard cuts that we’ll call the sequester.”

The Senate and even the House said, “Okay! That will motivate us to find a good way.

We’ll figure this out and stave off those cuts—to allow them to happen, we’d have to be nuts.”

So the deadline was set, but the spending went on. A year and a half had soon come and gone.

The House passed a budget; the Senate said no; the President very much enjoyed the show.

“Spend higher! Spend faster! Grow the welfare rolls! Soon, love for the spending will show up in the polls.” He even raised taxes, but it wasn’t enough—the levels of spending grew too fast to keep up.

“Don’t you mind the sequester,” he told Capitol Hill. “You said you would fix it, and I’m sure you will.”

But they could not agree on ways to cut spending, and before they knew it, the sequester was pending.

“Oh no!” they all cried. “We can’t let these cuts stand!”

And the President said, “WHO thought of this terrible plan?”

They didn’t remember his plan all along.

He distracted them with his spending-cut song.

Now he returned to save them from harm,

and to keep them forgetting all but his charm.

So the President said with a glint in his eye, “You tried to cut spending. I saw how you tried.

But it’s just too painful—I’m sure you can see. From the beginning, you should have listened to me.”

“I’ll save you all from the spend-cutters’ axes.

You see, the solution is just to raise taxes.”

Sunday, February 10, 2013


The body was lifeless. 

I couldn't detect a heartbeat, breathing had stopped. 

What are the steps for CPR? 

I tilted the tiny head back and gently pinched the nostrils shut. 

I blew gently until I saw the tiny chest rise with the air.

I tapped the chest with my fingertips.

I kept this up for several minutes. 

When all efforts at resuscitation failed, I carried the lifeless body downstairs, opened the back door and tossed it out into the snow to be recycled. 

Pet mice are expendable.

(c) 1984 Jana L. Shellman

Thursday, February 7, 2013


I originally wrote this in the 80's on my Selectric typewriter.  I'm dejunking (watching "Hoarders" is productive in that it moves us all to clean out our files now and then).

I'm a very special person.  My Grandmother told me so, thus it must be true.  She told me that I'm also very lucky, so I must believe that as well.  She says I was lucky to have been born in the United States of America because bad things happen in other parts of the world.

"But Grandmother, doesn't anything bad ever happen in the United States of America?"

"Yes, sometimes bad things happen.  There are bad people everywhere.  But in America we have freedom, and freedom is the most important thing in the world to have."

"I have to pick up my toys whether I want to or not."

"There's a difference between duty and freedom." explained Grandmother.  "It is our duty to preserve freedom.  It is our duty to give people the freedom to be themselves."

"How could people not be themselves?" I asked.

"Some people think we should give poor people things so they won't have to do without."

"That's a nice thing to do.  What's wrong with that?" I asked.

"If you give people charity, the people will think you don't have faith in their ability to do for themselves.  When you give them charity you take away their pride." said Grandmother.

"What is pride, Grandmother?"

"Pride is Joy. Pride is satisfaction, happiness, pride is dignity and self-respect."

"Grandad's horses are Pride and Joy!"

"Just think how Grandad wouldn't be able to work if you took away Pride and Joy. It's the same with the poor people.  You can't give them charity without taking their ability to work.  If you take away their Pride and Joy, they have no dignity.  They become slaves to those who do for them what they should be doing for themselves."