The Wall

This is the story of two Perspectives. While doing a common chore, they view it differently. Our narrator calls it a 'Wall,'  While the neighbor calls it a 'Fence.' 

Consider these two words... They are very different. 

The Wall

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun;

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

The work of hunters is another thing:

I have come after them and made repair

Where they have left not one stone on a stone,

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,

To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,

No one has seen them made or heard them made,

But at spring mending-time we find them there.

I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;

And on a day we meet to walk the line

And set the wall between us once again.

We keep the wall between us as we go.

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

We have to use a spell to make them balance:

"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"

We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

Oh, just another kind of out-door game,

One on a side. It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need the wall:

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it

'"Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offense.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,

But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather

He said it for himself. I see him there

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.

He moves in darkness as it seems to me,

Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father's saying,

And he likes having thought of it so well

He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours

Robert Frost

Chances are, I got a Ticket

From the collection (Letters to Jo Ann)

Hey from Bangor,

The weather man said it was going to be ten below zero. What the hell good is a ZERO, if we godda get ten below that! It’s so bloody cold I stopped to take a leak and had to use a cork screw to find my ahhh… then I peed a stalagmite. The state is so hard up for money, on my way back I noticed a sign said, “See natural amber formation, $1.00

Ya know when I bought this truck, they said it had 13 speeds, well I can  find ‘R’, ‘N’ and ‘L’ but I be damned if I can find one that says ‘D’. But one good thing, as an old man, they can’t tell if I’m shiftin’ gears or passin’ gas….???? And….Uhhhhhhhh….. Well???... I ain’t sayin’.

          I passed a trooper pointin’ a hair dryer at me (you know all them troopers got a hair dryer these days) and then he pulled me over. “Can’t you read?? That sign back there says trucks and trailers 55 mph!” I said, “sure I saw it, I got one of each, that’s 110 mph, and I was only doin’ 85.” He said, “Boy! Where did you get your license?” I said, “The Jack Daniels’ School of Truck Drivin’, Coke was my sponsor.” He wrote me a ticket.

          You know I weigh eighty thousand pounds, Eighty thousand pounds goes down hill real good, those little econo cars go pretty fast too when they all pile up on your front bumper going down a steep grade. A trooper pulled me over and said. “You know you’re shoven all them cars down this mountain.” “Just doing my part to conserve energy, sir.” He wrote me a ticket.

          The trouble with those little econo cars, they’re hard to wash off your grill.

I just love to teach them how to spell ‘Peterbilt’ backwards (as it appears in their rear view mirror) right before they’re sucked up into my fan.

          I got lost in a residential neighborhood and picked up a thump, thump, thump. A cop pulled me over and said, “You just ran over a little kid on a tricycle and he’s stuck in your duals!!” I said, “That’s all right. I saw him, he had on a safety helmet, and when I pick up some speed, it’ill throw him out.” He wrote me a ticket.

          A lot of trucks have a sign on them that say, ‘No lot lizards’.

I got one on my truck says, ‘Lot lizards welcome, I need a new pair of boots’.

          I bought a 500 watt CB for my truck, it’s got this button on the mike, when you push it a purdy little lite comes on says “on the air” and everybody can hear ya. But when you let lose of it, a bunch of crappy truck drivers start yakin’. So I got me some duck tape and I just tape that button down, now that purdy little lite stays on all the time, and I just sings my heart out going down the hyway. I know they all like it ‘cause they wave when they pass me by. Some of them use a finger, some no finger at all, but they all wave.

You know this thing got 18 tires. I can blow out 15 before I godda stop. I can scatter rubber and alligators over seven counties, (seven states if I’m up north). A trooper pulled me over and said, “You know you’ve blow’d out all your trailer tires and you’ve been plowin’ up pavement and leavin’ ruts for ten miles!! The road behind you is a mess!!” I said. “That’s okay, the road in front of me is fine.” He wrote me a ticket.

          I pulled onto a scale in West Virginny, and was told to pull to the side and come in. So I did, he said, “you’re 1200 pounds over gross, do you know how much you weigh?” I said, “Now look here! I may not be no prize, but I damn shore don’t weigh no 1200 pounds!” He wrote me a ticket. So trying to lighten things up a little I said, “Show is a purdy state you got here. Satellite Dish yor state flower?” He wrote me another ticket.

          I got stopped by a trooper down south, he got out and said, “Boy, don’t you know you’re in Atlanta!” I said rubbin’ my chin, “Atlanta? Atlanta? I’ve heard of Atlanta, now, now don’t tell me?? It’s a little town, let me think, in, oh yea, in east Texas, in a??? No, wait, give me a minute. In a county?? I know, I know. In a county we call, mmm Georgia.” He wrote me a ticket

          I was sittin’ at a counter in a diner havin’ a bowl of chili, when a trooper came in and sat down next to me. Just about then I ripped a stinker, ‘thubleeeeeiup’ I looked at him and smile while fanning the air a bit and said, “Missed a gear, I guess”. The trooper was looking rather pale and fannin’ the air quite a bit, mumbling something about methane pollution in the 3^rd degree, and wrote me a ticket.

          So darlin’, if there is anywhere you want to go, or some’m you want to see, give me a call, chances are I got a ticket.     ©

                                                          George Henry Nichols 

Bastards & Common Sense

I want you to consider the following statement written by a teenage girl from Wales. Right off the cuff, you could consider it insulting if it weren’t true. Well… I wasn’t insulted, because it is true.

Never again will I step foot on USA soil.  To me, it would be like stepping back say some thirty years into my grandfather's Ukraine when it was under old Soviet rule.  His sad stories and harrowing experiences are now coming to life before my eyes in present day America.  The "in-your-face" lies, corruption, deceit, control, loss of individuality, fear of government, media manipulation, corruption of the public education system (turning that institution into indoctrination centers), confiscation of property and personal freedoms, denigration of religion (a higher authority), pitting  groups against groups, having as many people dependent on the largess of government, among numerous other adversities, were normal.  Seems these are the "new" normal in USA.

There is something very interesting about this statement, outside the list of failures… It’s the second sentence; To me, it would be like stepping back say some thirty years into my grandfather's Ukraine when it was under old Soviet rule.  What this sentence says to me is she has been given tradition… Her grandfather took the time to educate her on what he knew to be true. You might say she has common sense.  Common sense isn’t what people think it is; it is family tradition.

When the hippies choose to discard the idea of family and all that went with it, in favor of free love, piece (no, I did not misspell it) and rock and roll, they instead threw away Love, Peace and Harmony; Common sense.

Common sense is known under another name as well… Wisdom. With the advent of the hippies, (this to include the compassion of the welfare state), there was a decline in marriages, an increase in divorces and the countryside was littered with bastard children. The home, ‘Woman,’ was replaced with a second income, or she had to produce in order to rear her children.

In many cases the grandparents tried to hold the traditions together, but as time wore on, and poor habits repeated, and the number of bastard children increased, the factures grew and slowly the family traditions gave way to ignorance and dependence on public assistant.  

Although the American free enterprise system has provided abundance, it can not provide family tradition, common sense.

The abundance as provided education, and with a lack of family tradition, has left our children prey to a whole array of strange and misguided ideas. The profusion of wealth has gone a long way to insulating the culture as a whole from the effects of these misguided ideas. But as the ignorance grows and more and more people embrace ‘modern thinking’ the impact is near at hand.

This started in the early twentieth century with the importation of European professors. The impact was small because family tradition prevailed and an ole saying came to be, “If you’re twenty and not a liberal, you have no heart, if you’re forty and not a conservative, you have no brains.” But without a firm reliance on family tradition to purge ideas which do not produce, you have nothing to work with except what you learn in school.

America has become a sea of well educated people with a lack of common sense. But it was built on a foundation of family people, with a wealth of wisdom.

George Henry Nichols 

Women A Lost Identity

Women; A lost identity…

Our women, you gals out there, have been lied to. No if’s, No and’s and No but’s.

In 1920 women won the vote.

With the help and encouragement of the Republican Party, in the late fifties and early sixties, the blacks became a voting force. What happened? The Democratic Party moved in, bought them off and turned them into a voting block.  Now, doesn't that kind of sum up the battle?

I reiterate, in 1920 Women won the Vote. Not the Democratic Party, not the Republican Party, Women. Who voted to give them the vote??? Hummm…??? Men… It was all men. Men who represented the men who ran this country. And who was it did this??? Women… Real, honest to God, women…  

Now don’t you think somebody would have moved in and tried to make you a voting block? But women have a sixth sense, and they can spot a scoundrel.

Then came the feminist, and instead of trying to buy you, they said ‘We will Empower you.’ And they did, by turning you into men, thus stripping you of all your power as a woman, (Including your sixth sense, which they told you was a myth).  The power that won women the vote…

Girls, girls everywhere; but too many men and not enough women.

You can’t change nature… But screw with it enough, and you’re extinct.

America, we need our women back, you are our reason and inspiration. You are why we want to be prosperous, you are why we are willing to fight, and in you we find our earthly motivation to be free.

Remember, it was woman who won the vote…

May God Bless you All…

George Henry Nichols

Teenage Girl from Wales Speaks out on Election

Am not surprised.  But am deeply disappointed.

However.  Will say it again - "Never, NEVER underestimate the stupidity of the American people."

But, you also get what you ask for.

Well, at least the blacks won't be burning down all the cities as they threatened to do if he lost.

Tried not to think about it all day, it was difficult.  Actually began to get physically sick.  No, didn't cry but had many sessions of disgust.  It was like losing a friend.

America is no longer the country I knew when visiting, its people strangers to be avoided.

Though my everyday life will continue over here, have made two vows (decisions which are irrevocable).

In short.

Never again will I step foot on USA soil.  To me, it would be like stepping back say some thirty years into my grandfather's Ukraine when it was under old Soviet rule.  His sad stories and harrowing experiences are now coming to life before my eyes in present day America.  The "in-your-face" lies, corruption, deceit, control, loss of individuality, fear of government, media manipulation, corruption of the public education system (turning that institution into indoctrination centers), confiscation of property and personal freedoms, denigration of religion (a higher authority), pitting groups against groups, having as many people dependent on the largess of government, among numerous other adversities, were normal.  Seems these are the "new" normal in USA.

The freedom loving nations and peoples of the world can no longer depend on America.  In fact, it seems America has become their adversary.

I would not feel safe in the USA.

Unfortunately, I, also, now look at Americans in a different way.  And it is not a pretty picture.

In addition, I cannot ever again be fooled by so-called experts (pundits), especially those on talk radio which I (used to) listen to such as Limbaugh, Hannity, Levin, etc.  The Republican Party (the loyal opposition) are idiots.  No other word describes them better.  And those "knowledgeable" phonies such as  Dick Morris, Charles Krauthammer, Ann Coulter, Carl Rove et al. just love to hear themselves pontificate. 

Please, do not write back with a pep talk. Am finished thinking about it. America deserves what it wants.

In lieu of all this, it would be ludicrous to ask you to watch all those videos I've been sending. They are, what, "farcical ??" You have other things to be concerned about and better use of your time. You don't believe all this stops here, do you?? In the society America has now become, every member of the "opposition" will be under scrutiny. That means, among others, members of the Tea Party. Everything you have uttered, blogged, twittered, or e-mailed will be examined. You may be cavalier about all this saying, "I've been investigated before, bring them on." They now have power and methods you wouldn't believe. And nobody (willing or able) to stop them. Take a lesson from history.

Another item. As with the patterns of the past, within a couple of years, Obama will be (figuratively) be raised toSainthood by his supporting media and followers.

Hope nobody does anything stupid.

OK - don't want to write anymore.©

And My response to her...

Shake it off darling, this is my burden to bare. Even though what you say hurts me deeply, you speak the truth. My Lord said, ‘seek the truth and it shall set you free.’ So I neither deny nor turn away from what you say, instead I embrace it as the truth and will tailor my battles as such.

As you say, I am disappointed and deeply sadden, but am not surprized. You cannot murder your babies wholesale and expect the Lord not to allow their revenge. And how corrupt can you become when mothers are capable of murdering their own children before they are even born. You cannot have a great nation without great women, for they are the foundation on which man builds. 

I lost respect for Ann Coulter a while back, never did care for Hannity. Levin is a true patriot, Limbaugh is brilliant, but makes one huge mistake, something I noticed a long time ago, he leaves God out of the picture, and you can't do that. When you leave God out of the picture, it just doesn't quite ring true. (Remember, I said I was Catholic because I believe in the authority, not because of the so-called catholic’s that surround me). And if you have read my blog, then you understand that I do not leave God out of the picture, and for this I will pay a price. As in the words of Patrick Henry, ‘give me liberty, or give me death.’ 

I have to continue to fight, it is my duty, I have no choice. To not fight is not to be a man. To turn away is to be no more than another wolf in the pack or sheep in the herd. I am neither. ©

Your Friend

George Henry Nichols  

I Shall not Pass this Way Again

I shall not pass this way again-

Although it bordered be with flowers.

Although I rest in fragrant bowers,

And hear the singing

Of song-birds winging

To highest heaven their gladsome flight;

Though moons are full and stars are bright,

And winds and waves are softly sighing,

While leafy trees make low replying;

Though voices clear in joyous strain

Repeat a jubilant refrain;

Though rising suns their radiance throw

On summer's green and winter's snow,

In such rare splendor that my heart

Would ache from scenes like these to part;

Though beauties heighten,

And life-lights brighten,

And joys proceed from every pain,-

I shall not pass this way again.

Then let me pluck the flowers that blow,

And let me listen as I go

To music rare

That fills the air;

And let hereafter

Songs and laughter

Fill every pause along the way;

And to my spirit let me say:

“O soul be happy: soon tis trod,

The path made thus for thee by God.

Be happy thou, and bless His name

By whom such marvelous beauty came."

And let no chance by me be lost

To kindness show at any cost.

I shall not pass this way again;

Then let me now relieve some pain,

Remove some barrier from the road,

Or brighten some one's heavy load;

A helping hand to this one lend,

Then turn some other to befriend.

o God, forgive

That now I live

As if I might, sometime, return

To bless the weary ones that yearn

For help and comfort every day,-

For there be such along the way. O God, forgive that I have seen

The beauty only, have not been

Awake to sorrow such as this;

That I have drunk the cup of bliss

Remembering not that those there be

Who drink the dregs of misery.

I love the beauty of the scene,

Would roam again o'er fields so green;

But since I may not, let me spend

My strength for others to the end,--;,

For those who tread on rock and stone,

And bear their burdens all alone,

Who loiter not in leafy bowers,

Nor hear the birds nor pluck the flowers.

A larger kindness give to me,

A deeper love and sympathy;

Then, 0, one day

May someone say-

Remembering a lessened pain-

"Would she could pass this way again."

Eva Rose York

T'is a Rose

A most beautiful thing,

                                                         

Tis the Rose.

                  

Among the thorns there,

She is posed.

                  

                   A most daring thing,

                                                          Yes, I suppose,

To reach in there, and

                                     

                                      Pick the Rose.

©

George Henry Nichols

Girls, The Joy of the World

This essay may seem a little strange, and perhaps on a subject many may see as taboo. Girls. Or girf’s as Carly Shaw would say.

This essay is going to be long, with a number of videos. I request that you view the videos, even if they bore you, hopefully by the end they won’t. Try your best to view them with an opened mind and an open heart, without judgment on what they are wearing or not wearing, or how they move. I did not shoot these video’s, I did not choose the dress, pick the music or lay out the choreography. Some I choose to make a point, others just for the experience.

Anyone who has viewed my profile knows I am a Catholic, and as a Catholic it is impossible for me to have such a discussion without God being the foundation and fabric of the whole. I do not claim to speak for the Church, nor do I represent this essay as teachings of the Church. Instead, with the teachings of my mother and the actions of my father and a reflection of what I have been taught as a Catholic, these are my conclusions.

So in order to lay foundation for an honest talk about girls, we must get an idea of who the woman is.

Let us start at the beginning. (1-26) God created man in his image; in the divine image he created them; male and female he created them. Now it is obvious that he did not create us equal, he created us male and female. But, as to the authority bestowed upon them. Dominion over the birds of the air, the fish in the sea, and all the things that relate to this, he gave to man and woman both. Now I feel the first story of creation was told to make it clear to the reader that God created everything and that he created it from nothing, that is to say, he willed it, and so it was. I think he used the format of seven days because he wanted man to keep track of time, a format we use to this day. Why do you suppose he wanted us to keep track of time?
 

This is a destiny you cannot escape, make friends with it, this is not the way it was meant to be, but this is the way it is! Notice, what do you see, the name of the person and the day they were born and the day they died. Time!!! Your life is made of time!!

Now let us take a look at the second story of creation, (2-18) I feel this story of creation is to make it clear to the reader that we were made personally by God, regardless of what we may learn about the earth and it’s history, mankind was created personally. Now if you listen to the story, ‘remember; words mean things,’ God is the creator and therefore outranks man, (the creation can not out rank the creator), and if you follow the logic of the story, woman is a gift from God to man. Therefore, equal in spirit, but as human beings a man outranks his wife, not women, his wife (a gift can not out rank the recepeant).  But, don’t fret about this idea that your husband outranks you; God knows what he is doing.

Now, where does a gift from God belong? And should it be respected? Remember, this gift is very likely as smart as you are, and perhaps at times even smarter.

Remember from the story, you (the male) are made of clay, she on the other hand, is made of flesh and bone. Right there is a huge difference, which I believe explains a lot about the nature of a woman, to include the sixth sense, which I believe women have, and in recent generations, have been cheated of.

Now, let us take a look at some of things we know.
What did God write about woman, (Proverbs 31-10). Seems God thinks woman to be of great value, considering the great value she brings to her husband. And everyone knows ‘A man is King of his Castle – But a woman rules the roost’.

What else do we know, well we know the Angles have addressed men throughout the bible, and always in such a way that would led you to believe Angles outrank men. Example, When the Angle Gabriel came to Zechariah to announce the birth of John, Zechariah rebuffed him and said, ‘I am an old man, my wife an old woman, how can this be?’ And if you remember, Gabriel became indignant and struck Zechariah dumb, saying in effect, ‘ who do you think you are! You doubt me, Gabriel, who stands in attendance of God, you crummy little human being,’ Zappp!!! He’s dumb, for nine months, until the child (John the Baptist) was born, and Zechariah’s first words after nine months were,’ and his name will be called John.’ Yes, Angles outrank human beings.

But let us consider how that same Angle, Gabriel, addressed Mary when he came to announce the birth of Jesus. “Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women”. Now who sounds like they are of higher rank? Mary? I think so. The only human being I know (outside of Jesus) who outranks Angles. Why? Because she is the Queen of Heaven. By default of who she is, she is the mother of Jesus, and if Jesus is King and unmarried, then by default, his mother is Queen. Now think about this, if we are going to believe that we are children of God, then by default, the women are Princesses. Think about that.

You Catholics, consider for one moment what an absolute joy it must have been to know Mary, the Mother of God as a girl. That’s right, God’s own Mother, the Queen of heaven started as a girl.

Now, if you read my essay, “Yes, I a male chavinist,’ I show how this manifest itself in our lives and the structure of culture.

http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/05/yes-i-am-male-chauvinist.html

My mother liked being a woman, she like the power that came with it, and she knew how to use it. Once when I was about five years old, mom wanted a new refrigerator, but dad insisted the old one ran fine. So mom, knowing dad, instead of arguing with him, painted the old refrigerator bright gold, I got to help. It looked grand. Being sixty now and looking back, I’ll bet it was a monstrosity and shortly after that, we had a new refrigerator. Mom knew what she was doing.

Now where do such women come from? Women on whom you can build a great culture, like the Greeks, the Romans, the English?

They come from girls. My mother loved being a girl, she told me all about it, and the great joy that is was. This is key; if women are the gift, then girls are the joy. Girls (created in the likeness and image of Almighty God) are the joy of the world, no if’s, no ands, no buts.  

This paper began with stirrings in my gray matter about 1994, I was well into my forties, running a store in a Mexican flea market. I always had a color TV for sale, and of course it was always tuned to Univision because of who was looking at it.

I came in one morning and turned on the TV and this is what I saw.

‘El Club de los Tigritos’ (Ruge)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6_1jEsx7-4

A strange thing happened, I was entertained. My spirits were lifted and I felt good about the world. I don’t even speak Spanish. I wasn’t sure why I was entertained, my first response was, ‘you’re a dirty old man if you like this,’ but yet, I’m not, that wasn’t it. But the truth is; I was entertained. I became a fan of the show and during its run, not only was I entertained; I studied it carefully in an effort to understand why I was entertained.

As time went on and I continued to watch the show, the things my mother had tried so hard to teach me began to emerge. Things we use to celebrate in earlier generations.

This is from the generation who fought and won WWII. There was always room for the girl and time to admire her and appreciate her. After all, she is the bud that will become the flower, and then a brick in the cultural wall.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLLSqpYyPD8

If you ever saw the movie, ‘Meet me in St. Louis,’ then you know it was a romance, but the sheer joy in the movie was provided by Margret O’Brian. She lifts the spirits and heightens the emotional character of the entire film, simply because of who she was, the girl.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1grzsbVrXyg

Now if God is our foundation and fabric, then we can’t over look Satan. If Christ is real, than Satan is real. Why does Satan hate the human race so much and is determined to destroy it? Because Christ offered us a path to redemption, an offer unavailable to the fallen angels, Satan is already defeated and doomed along with his cohorts.

So Satan is envious of our redemption, but also of our physical being and the reality which goes along with it. We have the joy of being spiritual beings as well as human beings. There are many pleasures available to us which are directly related to the physical reality, like eating, drinking, sleeping, smell, touch, sex and most important, a foundation on which we ourselves can create, the earth and all that’s in it.

Christ said, ‘With man, nothing is possible, but with God all things are possible.’ Has this not proven to be so? Any and everything we have though up, we find what is necessary to make it so, right here in this abundant creation of God’s.

And what is this abundant creation? Contrast. Everything contrasts everything else. You can’t have day without night, you can’t have black without white. Happiness means nothing without sadness, struggle, grief. There is no laughter if there is no crying.  Without despair, there is no joy. Without the male there is no female.

God created us with a balance, (and the two shall be as one, (duhhh.. the children)), man who is made of clay, who is hard, earthy, with his roots deep in the soil that supports him and yields to him, and woman, who is made of flesh and bone, one who is soft, even tempted, a willing servant, a peace maker, a foundation of creation herself, and who can soften the clay and help mold it, care for it, comfort it and inspire it. (She’s really quite the gift).

Now if Satan wants to destroy man, then he needs only to upset this balance. If he can confuse and distort the identity of the man and the woman, or remove woman from the picture, then man will destroy himself. If Satan can steal the joy of the world, then despair will fill that void.

This is just a little girl on the beach, observe her, this is joy bubbling over onto the world around her. Look at her, she is the flower, she wants to be look at and admired, her only desire, to be pleasing, it’s who she is. She is made of flesh and bone.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXvryajyNHY

The little boy on the other hand, will act silly and want attention, but for the most part, wants to play in the dirt. It’s who he is… Let the little boys play in the dirt and let the little girls, be girls.

If you take a close look at what you’ve built, the woman is behaving so much like a man, and so many men acting like girls, how can you tell the different?

Your toys are so abundant and so fascinating, you don’t see each other anymore, you don’t see your kids, you’re staring into a computer, television or a phone. You are distracted.

The beauty of the mating dance, regardless of culture or era, was immortalized in literature. I don’t even see one anymore? How do boys and girls get together? What? With all the cops, lawyers, suits, right down to the first grade, ‘Johnny Kiss me and I’m going to sue!’ 

Everybody’s a dirty old man; you can’t even look at a girl. One false move and you are labeled. It is dangerous to enjoy a girl, who does this sound like to you? If not Satan. Who would want them ignored and shunned, molested and abused, left unattended out of fear to be overgrown and choked off by weeds. To think only of the pleasure of sex, never considering the great potential of creation there in your own hands. The sheer power she gives you, that God gives you.

This following clip made for quite a stir, lots of people yelling about how obscene this was. Child porn I heard it called. (So be cautious)

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYRIYL5uP6w

Let me tell you what I saw. I saw five beautiful little girls give it their best shot. I saw hours worth of work and sore feet and hurt feelings and gallons of tears, and after all that suffering, they got up on that stage and dance that well, for me (considering I’m the audience at this moment), and I ‘m going to say that’s somehow nasty? Who do these people think they are? What are their true motives?

We started out in fig leaves, they’re girls, that’s who they are; they are the joy of the world.

If all you saw was sex, if you thought that was somehow nasty, then Satan has stolen your joy. Because what was actually on that stage was the future, the buildings blocks of a nation, showing you with all their sinew, their beauty, their strength, their ability to work with others, their ability to learn, to count, to understand music, to communicate. Do you think joy is hollow? Joy from God is never hollow. You speak about the depths of despair, have you forgotten the heights of joy? Look at what’s right in front of you.

Jackie Evancho Again, with an open mind and an open heart, if you let her, she’ll reach right into you. Please watch the entire video.

The last time I posted this, they pulled the video, its back, so type   Jackie Evancho, 10 (classical crossover singer) ~ America's Got Talent YouTube Special  into your youtube engine, and you’ll find it. I do not want to offend this girl, this is a great performance.

Not only does she have the voice of an angel, consider all the practice, all the heartache, all the tears and suffering that went into that moment. Notice how well she stood there and accepted the praise and admiration, how honest she was, and even when she bust into tears and cried for the world to see, she held her ground gracefully. She was ten. Rare is the occasion I see this kind of strength among my fellow men.

The bald guy said, ‘She’s a child?’ At the end the judges were truly amazed, not only with her, but with the response of the audience. I have to wonder why? Could it be because they ignore what’s right in front of them, and when a girl makes it all the way to Big Brother, they are overwhelmed?  Do they not understand who she is? The Joy of the world. It’s on this kind of foundation you can build a great culture. This clip goes a long ways to making my point. The great response to her was because of the great joy she brought to them. A natural thing, something we should be filled with. Instead we are filled with other people’s tragedies, the troubles of the world, doom, despair and play with our distractions so we don’t think about it.

Then something like this comes along, lifts your spirits and makes you fell good about the world, and it feels strange, somehow foreign, somehow??? and you change the channel.

Indeed she is foreign, she is from Russia. The reason I choose a few foreign films was hopefully you would not speak the laugange, girls don’t need laugange to be girls, they just are. Look at her, let her sing to you, you’ll be amazed at what she communcates, joy will flow from her. Remember that, when listening to a girl, words aren’t always important. She has a sixth sense. You need only to get to know her.

Katya Ryabova

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7E99EjtObU 

You have your boats (my weakness), trucks, guns, computers, football, baseball and toys out your ass. That’s fine, but if you want to study something, there is nothing more fascinating than a little girl. She will entertain you, she will challenge you, she will make you think, she’ll puzzle you, she’ll protect you and she’ll care for you like a sick puppy when you’re down or old.

They will protect you, if you get to know your daughters, and teach them, and cultivate them, they will fight to the death for you. That’s why you send them away during times of battle or you take the war to your enemies, so they don’t bring it home to your women, because they will get themselves killed protecting you, and it is your duty to protect what God gave you. Remember, you are made of clay, she of flesh and bone, you are her rock, and she will defend her rock to the death.

Priscilla ‘Cette Vie Nouvelle’

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dncxiW-BhCI

These are the bricks on which you build a culture. Girls, not some gender neutral equal partner. Do not judge her on what she’s wearing or the sexy way she dances; consider instead the creature that is capable of doing this. Yes she’s sexy, yes she’s young, she’s a girl!!! Cultivate her, teach her, rear her, love her, support her, but let her be a girl. Quit trying to change nature, instead give them an outlet. Give the young a mating dance, give them an avenue to get to know each other and appreciate each other. For if there is to be freedom, there first has to be a reason, and you are so tangled in your own tar babies (http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/07/what-are-we-going-to-do.html) and so distracted by your toys, you have forgotten that reason.  This gift from God is your reason. Think about that, it’s nature; it’s the way God made it. Perhaps as many as 2,500 girls a day are being sacrificed to Satan, he has you not only killing the joy of the world, but your reason to be free, and where there is no reason, there is no will.

Christ said, ‘It would be better for a mill stone to be place around your neck and you tossed into the sea, least you corrupt such as these.’ Referring to the children.  Do not molest them or corrupt them, instead appreciate them, admire them, protect them and let them bring the ‘Joy of God’ into your life.

Just a small town girl, at a small town festival; a beautiful flower in the breeze.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3WDTiFYkrA

Or a field exploding with color filling the air with the aroma’s of spring.

AKB48 – ‘Baby, baby, baby.’

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNg3mcjhq9w

Consider if these are the building blocks, what a beautiful cultural you could build.

You have already murder some twenty-seven million of your girls since 1973 before they were even born. It has to stop! Abortion has to stop! You will not have the blessings of the Almighty God as long as this continues.

Consider for one moment if you were God, and man was choosing to murder 2,500 of your girls every day, which ones would you let man keep?

Remember, your girls are only as good as you, and you only as good as your girls. Embrace and kiss your wives and daughters and see them for what and who they are. For God will abandon the country which abandons its girls.

Jordan McCoy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDO_Sgz804M 

Our father’s knew what I’m telling you, and went so far as to tell stories to illustrate the point. One such story is Pollyanna, by Eleanor H. Porter, here brought to life by Walt Disney.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJQSQA2bwgU

If you are so inclined, I think the entire movie is here, and is worth the watch. It is the story of a little girl who transforms a community, preacher and all.  ©

George Henry Nichols