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have you seen the TV ads talking about the up and coming National test of the emergency broadcast system?

I wonder if they have thought about terrorists hearing this and thinking it would be a good idea to attack at that time?

What do you think? I want to stay home on that day, sleep, hide out, and pray that nothing happens.

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I have heard of different ways to keep cool.

Go swimming sounds like a good one, if you fit in a swimming suit. There is the idea of going shopping, if you have the money to spend, or the time. The one that makes me wonder ‘what is going on’ is this one - panic drug treatment centers. Are you keeping cool by staying balanced mentally? That would be great. If you are going there only to get in the air conditioning, you sound really bored.

I like the idea of keeping your cool, and staying in the cool places.

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I am not digitally minded. I guess that i have mentioned this many times in the past.

They now have things that make paperback books not necessary. You can even go to netbook reviewsand check things out.

I, quite frankly, enjoy holding a book in my hands. I do not like the idea that a power outage, a bad battery, or a magnet could erase something that I have not finished reading.

I am still analog when it comes down to it. I enjoy my computer, but there are still things that it does that I just do not trust.

What is a netbook anyway?? I have no idea.

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I copied this from a comment line in the ‘Patriot Update’ newsletter - http://patriotupdate.com/4498/attacking-gop-for-budget-cuts-veep-invokes-rape .

“Raymond says:
March 21, 2011 at 4:47 pm

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn’t been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn’t hate Christmas, just
couldn’t find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow
that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when
the door opened and a homeless man stepped through. Instead of throwing
the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come
and sit by the heater and warm up. “Thank you, but I don’t mean to intrude,”
said the stranger. “I see you’re busy, I’ll just go.””Not without something hot in your belly.” George said. He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. “It ain’t much, but it’s hot and tasty stew … made it myself. When you’re done, there’s coffee and it’s fresh.”Just at that moment he heard
the “ding” of the driveway bell. “Excuse me, be right back,” George said. There
in the driveway was an old ’53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The
driver was panicked. “Mister can you help me!” said the driver, with a deep
Spanish accent. “My wife is with child and my car is broken.” George opened the
hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.
“You ain’t going in this thing,” George said as he turned away.
“But Mister, please help …” The door of the office closed behind George, as he went inside. He went to the office wall & got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. “Here, take my truck,” he said. “She ain’t the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good.” George helped put the woman in the truck and, watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. “Glad I gave ‘em the truck, their tires were shot too.
That ‘ol truck has brand new .” George thought he was talking to the stranger,
but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup
beside it. “Well, at least he got something in his belly,” George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It
cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had
been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve
meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn’t cracked, it was just the
bottom hose on the radiator. “Well, shoot, I can fix this,” he said to
himself. So he put a new one on.”Those tires ain’t gonna get ‘em
through the winter either.” He took the snow treads off of his wife’s old
Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn’t going to drive the car
anyway. As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and
beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left
shoulder, the officer moaned, “Please help me.”George helped the officer
inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He
knew the wound needed attention. “Pressure to stop the bleeding,” he thought.
The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels.
He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. “Hey, they say duct tape can fix
anythin’,” he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease. “Something
for pain,” George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. “These
ought to work.” He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills.
“You hang in there, I’m going to get you an ambulance.” The phone was
dead. “Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your
car.” He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard
destroying the two way radio.He went back in to find the policeman
sitting up. “Thanks,” said the officer. “You could have left me there. The guy
that shot me is still in the area.” George sat down beside him, “I would
never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain’t gonna leave you.” George
pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. “Looks worse than what it is.
Bullet passed right through ‘ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff
though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain.”George got up and
poured a cup of coffee. “How do you take it?” he asked.”None for me,” said the officer.
“Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain’t got no donuts.” The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a
gun. “Give me all your cash! Do it now!” the young man yelled. His hand was
shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this
before. “That’s the guy that shot me!” exclaimed the officer.
“Son, why are you doing this?” asked George, “You need to put
the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt.”The young man was
confused. “Shut up old man, or I’ll shoot you, too. Now give me the
cash!” The cop was reaching for his gun. “Put that thing away,” George
said to the cop, “we got one too many in here now.” He turned his
attention to the young man. “Son, it’s Christmas Eve. If you need money, well
then, here. It ain’t much but it’s all I got. Now put that pea shooter
away.” George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young
man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released
his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. “I’m not very good at
this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son,” he went on.
“I’ve lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week.”
George handed the gun to the cop. “Son, we all get in a bit of
squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the
best we can.”He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a
chair across from the cop. “Sometimes we do stupid things.” George handed the
young man a cup of coffee. “Bein’ stupid is one of the things that makes us
human. Comin’ in here with a gun ain’t the answer. Now sit there and get warm
and we’ll sort this thing out.” The young man had stopped crying. He
looked over to the cop. “Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I’m sorry officer.”
“Shut up and drink your coffee ” the cop said. George could hear the sounds of sirens
outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through
the door, guns drawn. “Chuck! You ok?” one of the cops asked the wounded
officer. “Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?”
“GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did
this?” the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, “I don’t know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran.”
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each
other. “That guy work here?” the wounded cop continued.
“Yep,” George said, “just hired him this morning.
Boy lost his job.” The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the
stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered,
“Why?” Chuck just said, “Merry Christmas boy … and you too, George, and
thanks for everything.” “Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break
there. That ought to solve some of your problems.” George went into the
back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. “Here you go,
something for the little woman. I don’t think Martha would mind. She said it
would come in handy some day.” The young man looked inside to see the
biggest diamond ring he ever saw. “I can’t take this,” said the young man. “It
means something to you.” “And now it means something to you,” replied
George. “I got my memories. That’s all I need.” George reached into the
box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the
oil company had left for him to sell. “Here’s something for that little man of
yours.” The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that
the old man had handed him earlier. “And what are you supposed to buy
Christmas dinner with? You keep that too,” George said. “Now git home to your
family.” The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. “I’ll
be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good.” “Nope.
I’m closed Christmas day,” George said. “See ya the day after.”
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. “Where’d you come from? I
thought you left?” “I have been here. I have always been here,” said the
stranger. “You say you don’t celebrate Christmas. Why?”
“Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn’t see what all the bother was. Puttin’ up a tree
and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin’ cookies like I used to with
Martha just wasn’t the same by myself and besides I was gettin’ a little
chubby.” The stranger put his hand on George’s shoulder. “But you do
celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I
was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a
great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from
being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a
rich man and not take any for himself. “That is the spirit of the season and you
keep it as good as any man.” George was taken aback by all this stranger
had said. “And how do you know all this?” asked the old man.
“Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are
done you will be with Martha again.” The stranger moved toward the door.
“If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there
is a big celebration planned.” George watched as the old leather jacket
and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a bright white robe. A
golden light began to fill the room.”You see, George … it’s My birthday. Merry Christmas.”
George fell to his knees and replied, “Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus”

Beautiful.

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I am complaining about commercials again. Fair warning

There are two main types of commercials on television these days. One gives warm feelings, annd the other leaves me with a chill inside that people actually think that it is okay to put such stuff on the air.

WARM The most recent warm one involved a man wanting to propose to his lady. he realizes that she loves cats, gets a kitten and puts a little tag on the kitten that asks her to marry ‘them’. Kudos for Fancy Feast, that commercial is cute, warm and caring.

CHILLED A woman is interviewing some sharks and asking them about the taste of people they have eaten. They like a certain one who tasted better. She lets another person into the room, the sharks tell him to go ahead and finish his candy bar…….WHAT are they doing? Are they condoning human sacrifice to advertise Snickers? Shame

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I love the Spam that comes in a can.

I HATE the crap that shows up in my e-mail. All the time it shows up.

Why should I have to unsubscribe from something that I never wanted to begin with? I NEVER gave permission for my e-mail address to be abused and used by the trash senders of the universe.

I HATE this trash. I would dearly love to be able to mess with their computer the way that they have messed with mine.

Who gave them the privilege of messing up my computer?

NOT ME.

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A friend of ours got some business cards made up for our ministry.

He went to an online printing service, and had them made. They are rather neat and have some color to them.

It is totally amazing what can be done online now. When I was younger (a lot younger), the internet was something that was used only by businesses, and the military.

Who would ever have thought that ordinary people, ev3en kids would make the internet their main way to communicate?

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It is getting closer to the next election day.

The TV is loaded with all of the hated political ads that can be found. This politician says the other is lying, that politician says the other is not paying their taxes, blah blah blah. PHOOEY

I remember when there was such a thing as truth in advertising. Surprising ain’t it?

It obviously no longer exists. I wish that the media would have to show the facts for each candidate in an open manner where things could be surveyed side by side at the same time. The newspapers used to do that and it made it easier to notice the liar in the crowd.

Now, I am not so sure.

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Have you seen how the media has been talking about those supposed ‘humanitarian’ blockade ships?

It sounds as if the media want us to feel sorry for those who knew ahead of time that they should not try to invade Israeli waters. There is a port set aside for any, ANY, aid that comes for the Gaza strip. This shows why the items being sent are being inspected.

http://idfspokesperson.com/2010/06/03/unloading-of-humanitarian-aid-from-the-flotilla-continues-3-june-2010/

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There are so many boring commercials these days that it is amazing.

Recently saw one that actually made me laugh. If I had an epson receipt printer, I would print it out in its entirety just so you could read what it says.

It shows a man talking about a famous mens’ cologne, and body spray. He talks and talks as the camera slowly moves back from him to give you a better view.

When it finally shows what he is doing, he is riding a horse BACKWARDS. That is a unique way to approach getting an audience’s attention. I know that it got mine, for I burst out laughing.

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