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

A Barrel of Ale

       'If I had a barrel of ale!'

      'If I had a barrel of ale!'

      I'd pay all me bills, and cure all me ills,

      And drink until I was pale,

      'If only I had a barrel of ale!'  ©

George Henry Nichols 

Katy

Katy darling Katy how brilliant are your eyes?

All aglow with wonder and teaming with surprise!

Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy!  Please take me to the mall.

For I hear there is a contest, Yes, its beauty that they call.

My hair is fine with waves of blonde, my eyes are clear and bright.

And you and Mom have always said, I have something of angelic Light.

Please take me to the mall my father, please take me right away.

For they’re having a call of beauty, They’re having it right today.

I will walk upon the runway father, and toss my fine blonde hair,

And at the judges my eyes I’ll bat, as though I haven’t got a care.

So take me to the mall my father, your pretty little girl,

And I will make you proud of me, as brilliant as a pearl

.

My father? He sighs and moans and drinks a ton of Mylanta.

For my beauty is now known from Semi Nole to Atlanta!

And he says to me “my beautiful pearl, I have a mighty hard old stick,

And any boys who look at you, Their asses I will Kick! ©

George Henry Nichols 

Why I love the Rich Guy

Right this very minute, I am poor as church mice. And I want to speak about why I love the rich guy, and why I want the government to leave the rich guy the hell alone.

I’ve done a lot of things in my life, had a lot of jobs and only once did a poor man give me a job, and the check bounced. So I don’t work for poor people any more.

I’ve worked for large companies with lots of benefits and I’ve worked for the guy building a dream. I’ll take the guy building a dream anytime.

I worked for this fellow once, over in Alabama, he had six-hundred acres on Styx River, and his dream was a nice suburban neighborhood with all the property water-front.

He went out and bought a tractor, a big bull-dozer and a little bull-dozer, and track-hoe, an earth-mover (scraper), a grader, a roller, a front end loader, a dump-truck and a fire-truck. He bought all this at an auction, it was all used, and he got it cheap.

He hired a retired engineer, me and a mechanic. And starting from a bench mark on the state bridge crossing the river, we worked our way onto the property and eighteen months later we had cleared two-hundred acres of overgrowth, built three dammed lakes and one dug (excavated)  lake, laid, ditched and paved three miles of road, including mining the road building dirt, and back-filling the pits. He even grew his own hay, and you’d be amazed at how much hay a job like that takes.

Three of us, and the boss. When the job was finished, I stood amazed at what we had accomplished, how much earth had been moved as we shaped the landscape into a neighborhood. Three of us and the boss.

Now I bet you think I’m talking about the boss being the rich man, you’d be wrong. The rich man was the fellow who bought all of that equipment new. Whatever it was he did with all that equipment, he was done with it now, and it went up for sale at a price the fellow I was working for, the fellow with a dream, could afford.  Giving me a job, and the privilege of being part of a dream.

The rich man is different today than in the time of King Herod. Today in America, the better the rich do, the better we all do.  He isn’t greedy, he is extravagant and we all benefit from it.

When the rich man is flush with money, he gets his car washed, he get’s his grass mowed, his house painted. And he also has to have a new car, a new TV, a new computer, new furniture, new stove, new ice-box and on and on.

Because he has to have the latest and greatest, he pays the very high price placed on an item when it is new to the market, ie…the flat screen TV. Thus supplying the money for research, development and production while creating a market, his lust for what is new, makes what is new, possible.

If you shop smart, all the stuff displaced by what the rich has to have, goes onto the market somewhere. Starting with the yard-sale, flea-markets, antique markets, collectible shops, Paula’s Cheaper Choices… so on and so forth…

I have driven nice cars my entire life, but never a new one, I let the rich buy it, drive it, work the bugs out of it, then when he’s tired of it, I buy it, and enjoy it the same as he.

In 1976 I bought a ten year old Lincoln Continental for seven-hundred dollars. It was a Lincoln Continental, it was a beautiful automobile; it rode like a cloud, quiet as a mouse, fast as the wind. It was the fastest car I ever owned, I drove this automobile for ten years; it was the change in the gasoline which brought an end to it. A beautiful automobile, truly an Art Form, a master piece of American engineering, and I paid seven-hundred dollars for it because some rich guy had to have it, and paid the 8,000 dollar sticker price of 1966.

You want a good set of pots and pans, can’t afford them, go to the flea-market, you’ll find them. Whatever you want, a rich guy just got a new one, and what he no longer needs or wants goes into the market-place somewhere.  

So not only does the rich man build dreams and create jobs, he enjoys life; let us enjoy it right along with him. Serve him, and inherit his spill-over.

This is part of what makes America so bountiful, so wonderful, because the market place is busting at the seams, and prices low, when the rich man is doing well.

Let us leave him to his work, and let us help him work.  And tell the Government to butt the hell out. ©

George Henry Nichols 

Where's Your Compass?

You bunch of bleeding heart, whining, Dumb-Asses

You know I don’t understand this sometimes, There’s one fellow, maybe two, selling communism, a couple teaching Capitalism, a mess of you screaming on about liberty, a few selling god, this god, and that god, and the other god! Come on people, get a life. 

Don’t you understand these things by now!!! You all act like there is some great understanding here, some great solution, if only. Well, if I only had money? There is no great secret. I am who I am. We are who we are. 

We can’t go around saving each other, it can’t be done. We can help, we can lead, we can serve, but in the end…. That’s all we can do. They have got you sold on some kind of guilt trip that is just plain Crap!!! This guy got more than that guy… Whine!!! There’s more of them than there is of me… Whine!!! That bank charges less than my bank… Whine!!! Wal-Mart makes to much money… Whine!!! It’s all bull-shit!!! So…. what? It’s always been like that… Always… 

It's the nature of man... It's the way it was made... Life is contrast, you can't have white, if you don't have black, You can't have a medium, if you don't have a large and small, you can't have a man, if you don't have a female, you can't have beauty, if you don't have ugly , You don't have the rich, if there are no poor,and you can't have the joy of life, if you don't have the tragedy of death,  for one defined the other. It is the recognition of this truth that leads to an understanding and appreciation of life as a whole,

You have nothing to feel guilty about, unless you’ve done something sure enough. They're ten commandments, which one's have you broken? Fix it and move on.  But don’t let the TV make you feel guilty, or the radio, or the newspaper, maybe not even your preacher, depending on what he’s telling you, and you should know what he’s  suppose to be telling you. Don’t go around feeling guilty. My mother had an ole saying, 'Don't believe anything you hear and half of what you see...'  

You know what’s wrong with you people, you have forgotten your philosophy, and it’s like a compass, and here you are lost in the wood, with voices all around you, calling to you, pulling you this way and that, and here…? You don’t have a compass. Shame… Shame… Now I know a lot of you think you have a philosophy, some of them short cute phrases. Some of them quotes from this guy or that, but have you ever sat down and strung it altogether into a line of logic?  Have you ever sat down and followed the founding father's line of logic and tried to understand ,what they understood. 

I hear you quote, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Thomas Paine, Ben Franklin, Patrick Henry even Jesus Christ, but they acted, and those who heard these inspiring words acted, they brought their words to life in the way they lived and the way they affected the world. Why? Because they believed the things they said, they understood the line of logic they espoused, the ideal of individual sovereignty. They knew how it applied to God, to their neighbor, and most important, to themselves.

Their fortunes were not the most important objective, for King George II was not asking for that much money (something like two or three cents). To them, the objective was self determination; sovereignty. ‘The right for a man to live for his own sake.’ (Ayn Rand) For only under these conditions can a man give his life to God, or not. Only under these conditions can a man reach his full potential, or not. Only under these conditions can a man choose a woman and build a family, a dynasty, a legacy, a tradition, or not. This is what made America great, this is the great tradition of who we are, not the wealth, the wealth I promise is incidental, or as my father use to say ‘ just reward for doing what is right.’ 

If you claim to be Christian, as I do. If you claim the ‘Prince of Peace,’ to be your God, remember Christ said, ‘Do not be mistaken, I have not come to sow peace, instead I have come to sow division, to set father against son, mother against daughter, nation against nation.’ Also recall that he picked up a stick and cleared the temple, I repeat, he cleared the temple. Not because he was angry, not because he was mean, but because it needed to be done. You can't have peace, if you don't have war. 

Again, this is a clarion call, stand up and do, what needs to be done. ©

George Henry Nichols

The Camp Wallace Railroad

They say the best way to cook a frog, is to put the frog in a pot of cool water and put a fire under him. By the time the frog knows he’s being cooked, it’s too late. Now there are two sides to this story, there is the side of the frog, which is a sad story indeed, for he is an eaten frog. But then there’s the story of the one with the pot, the water, the fire and the frog, he is eating tonight, this of course, is a happy story.  This is also the story of someone with a vision, a plan, resources, and control, while the frog just saw a nice warm pond.

Have you looked at Bay Colony lately? Been over behind Mainland Mall? Been out Highland Drive over behind Alta Loma? How about Blimp Base road? Been out Delany or coming down farm to market 2004. Been over to main street and Fairwood. Have you looked at Flamingo Isle or should I say Harbor walk, Hitchcock is in the frog soup and is going to disappear into the greater Houston area.

Do you know your history?  Do you know who the town was named after? Do you know where he’s buried? Do you why the town was named for him? Do you know who the first people were around these parts were? Why did they come here? Did you know Hitchcock was the end of the Santa Fe Line for a while? (All fright coming from and going inland from the ships in Galveston, went through Hitchcock).  Do you know the history of the Camp Wallace? The Blimp Base? A rare thing a Blimp Base. What about the history of the diary farms? I think if you looked into your history, you would find Hitchcock a story worth saving, worth telling. Maybe even worth cashing in on.

Allow me point out a few overlooked resources around Hitchcock.  Land, the canal, Jack Brooks Park, (Camp Wallace), the bones of the old blimp hanger (a landmark for miles around these parts), the old Santa Fe depot, the Santa Fe railroad, we have a little airport, a cross roads, (2004, a direct line to I-45 and Highway 6, a major 4 lane coming out of southwest Houston), our basic lack of direction and our proximity to Galveston.

Galveston can be the key to Hitchcock’s growth. The causeway moves some 12 million automobiles each year, some 7 million of them tourists. Galveston has over 4000 hotel and motel rooms and the tourist industry has an economic impact of some 300 million dollars!!! 

Think??? 12 million automobiles. What does Galveston do with 12 million automobiles?????? Park them?????  Where??? It’s a growing problem!   One Galveston doesn’t have a real solution for without tying up valuable real estate. Now, let’s look at some of the resources available in Galveston. The Santa Fe Depot (at the foot of 25^th street & Strand), the trolley, their bus system, hotel limos, the horse drawn carriages.  The duck!!!  The Santa Fe Depot, also known as the Moody Railroad Museum is desperate for a passenger train to come into this facility and bring it to life. (Think what this would mean to Galveston). But how ???

Now, lets say Hitchcock was to construct a spur off the main Santa Fe line, put up a depot (sitting down there near Alto Loma), a circa 1940’s war town, that is a little tourist center (along the canal, like the Kemah boardwalk, with a nice oversized parking lot. Take our stories, about who Lent Hitchcock was and why the town is named for him, the story of Camp Wallace and the Blimp Base, about how John Mecom tried to buy the town back in the 1960’s, and dust them off. Then bring in a Live Steam Locomotive with passenger rolling stock (sitting down at the museum), and put it all together.

Hitchcock could sell Galveston a parking lot, available to their tourist district, and all Galveston would have to do is pick them up and drop them off at their depot.

The ride from Hitchcock is not a very long one, with few crossing, and the biggest part of the ride through the mud flats of Galveston Bay.  Long enough to be an exciting train ride, short enough, to leave them wanting more, and most important, functional.

With this kind of asset, Island hotels could book guest without their automobiles, by booking them into Hitchcock to catch the train, and then picking them up at the depot. The Tremont House was built for that depot. You could park in Hitchcock, and have the beach available without your car, via the train and the trolley, along with the clubs, restaurants and stores along the trolley’s route (something the snowbirds would find useful). Carnival Cruise Ships could park their long-term cars off the island. If you worked at the hospital, or American National, you could commute. The first dollars and the last dollars spent would be spent in Hitchcock!

Let me speak a moment about the snowbirds, the first wave of baby-boomer are turning sixty, they retire in a year. With the above describe asset, we could turn Hitchcock into a golf cart community, that is to say, with the State’s cooperation make all of Hitchcock, including the train station available by golf cart, declare Hitchcock a bird sanctuary and market our older homes up north to soon to be retiring snowbirds. A quality resident with money in their pocket, “From your cozy cottage in Hitchcock, the Galveston beach is available without your car”. (Via: golf cart, train and trolley).

Now you ask, where would the money come from for a Venture like this, look around a bit, what would we be doing? Economic development? Alternative transportation solutions? Park improvement? Go to the government and ask for an Economic Development Grants, grants for Alternative Solutions to Transportation, a Parks & Wildlife Improvement Grant

Who would benefit???  The hotels, the big hotels, Tillman Fatita, Robert Moody, George Mitchell with money to solve parking problems, Carnival Cruise Ships, who need long-term parking.  The Moody Foundation, who owns the depot and could use new life in this asset. There is money everywhere!

With these facilities in place Hitchcock would be in a position to host a successful spring festival, maybe a reenactment of the battle of San Jacinto, along the canal, with a large flea market aimed at the black powder crowds. Then turn right around with a fall blimp and hot air balloon festival, to tie in with the theme of the Blimp Base and invite all the country’s blimp owners to participate along with the balloonist, again to include the flea market, and the tourist in Galveston could ride the train up and participate. The dog track would suddenly be available to Galveston tourist and residents, without getting into their Automobiles, via the trolley, train and a shuttle.

Hitchcock would grow with business opportunities, restaurants, retail stores, a larger grocery store, a marina, snowbird parks, a golf course and tours of the old blimp base, of the canal, the bay, as well as a golf cart dealer, ect…

With a well drawn out and good-grounded plan and community support, the money can be found.  This also gives us the power to etch our history in stone before the metropolitan area just swallows us up.

There would be an increase in property values, a widening of the tax base. With a vision, you have better control over the growth, all done nice and clean, without a heavy industry, it’s a way of keeping Hitchcock on the map and indeed become the jewel of the mainland, as she once was.

I see a great opportunity here, because it’s American history, because it’s Texas history, because it’s our history, and because tourist would eat it up. So now I put it to you, would you rather be the frog? Or the cook?

Puppies

I have puppies everywhere, I have puppies galore,

I’m just about fed up with them, I gonna pitch ‘em out the door

Some say they like them, they say there’re cute and nice.

But I just sit here scrach’n , I think they got the lice.

They say you cannot eat them, They say there’re not to sweet,

But I bet if you deep fried ‘em, they’d really be a treat.

Perhaps you could run ‘em thru and toss ‘em on the grill,

With a little sauce and veges,  they’d be Shis-ca-bob to trill.

Perhaps we could boil ‘em up, with a white sauce, oh that’s fine,

Then we could serve ‘em up with a twenty year old wine.

Or toss ‘em in the oven,  of course they’d be under glass

Then feed them to the King and Queen, a meal of course with class.

Perhaps we could bar-b-que ‘em out side for all to see,

And we’d invite the neighbors and tell them its chick-a-dee.

Or sell them to MacDonald’s, to make burgers for the poor,

For I have puppies everywhere, I have puppies galore. ©

George Henry Nichols 

Things My Mother Said

My Mother always told me, you will know her on first sight,

You will look into her eyes and you will see a light.

She said to me, that light you see, is deep within her soul.

And only you can see this light, this is what she told.

She will know it when you see her, she will know it in her soul.

This is what my Mother said, this is what she told.

Can you imagine the way I felt, when first this light I saw,

For it seemed in the larger scheme of things, I drew the shorten straw.

I tried and tried to make you see, the things my Mother told.

I tried and tried to make you feel, my eyes upon your soul.

Then came the day, I went away, so I thought that light would pass.

Perhaps in the Newer World, I'd find a fairer lass.

Not a day went by, that I didn't see that light,

It shone on me like the moon above, each and every night.

I've worked at it I'll have you know, to make it go away.

I even went to sea, you see, and rode the lonely bay.

For sailors they will tell you, the sea wipes clean the slate.

And you will love the ship your on, yes, you will be her mate.

But then the moon, it rose, a shimmering on the sea

But then the moon, it rose, bringing you to me.

I promise I will find you, for I saw the light within your soul.

And only I can see this light, this is what my Mother said, this is what she told.

                                       George Henry Nichols

                                          Easter Sunday 1667

                                                                                         ©

9/11/12 Sovereign or Subject?

What are you doing this 9/11? As I have heard time and again through-out these eleven years and again today, “We have to remember how we felt.” and “America has not lost her resolve.”

Do these reflect your feeling? Is this what you are doing? Are you reliving those feelings? More important, are you doing what you are told by big brother, for he is the one telling you to do these things. I turn the crap off, it’s emotionally draining.

The ones who fought World War II did not remember how they felt! Instead they remembered what December 7th, 1941 meant! In hard numbers, and each man ask himself, ‘What can I do?’ Because we as Americans, being sovereign within ourselves, had no other question to ask.

And the scramble was on, and each man fell into his role, and the ranks of both the military and industry were filled almost overnight and a Sleeping Giant awoke fulfilling the words of Isoroku Yamamoto, “I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve…” Resolve, yes they had resolve, but which is more, they, as sovereign individual Americans, acted on his/her own, and found a place in the effort to exercise that resolve.

Are you getting my drift? One of the major differences here; we looked to the government, what are they going to do? We have somehow lost our American identity, ‘That we are sovereign within ourselves, and have the right to act accordingly.’

If you take a look at our overall history you will discover we are made up of many peoples, from many lands, England, Holland, France, Germany, Italy, Ireland, Greece and so many others. What did most have in common? Jesus Christ and the desire to live life by the Ten Commandments were liberty could be found.

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Each group had to fight their battles to fit in, and they all carried the American flag because it meant I am Sovereign and I fight my own battles. And we all came to respect each other because we were all tough nails. This is a basic American Ideal, that you, the individual are sovereign. It is this idea that makes America such a flavorful country. Many places in Texas, you get the idea you’re in Germany or Poland or Mexico but always with an American flag aloft.

Good grief, New York City is a patchwork of cultures, I once went to a Greek festival in China Town there, I was amazed, everyone was getting along and having a good time. Each Group, above all else, was flying an American flag, for the American Ideals are the rue of this delicious stew we have made. This… ‘Is the American Dream.’ Not a house in the suburbs and a new car and a television and a fill-in- the blank. ‘It’s the very idea; you are your own man.’ This is why you fly an American flag, and this is why you take offense to anyone who doesn’t, because by default, they do not recognize your Sovereignty.

I’m telling you people the war has already begun;

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The truth of 9/11 is not what big brother is telling you, not how you feel about it, but what the facts and the numbers are telling you.

This is a religious war, or so they tell us. Wake up to that. Quit looking to your government for the solution, for they have none.

If you look at the facts, not what they (the media) says or how they present it, but the facts of who is being aggressive and who is under attack, this war is between Islam and The Catholic Church. John Paul II himself said we were in the last of days.

Now you can present your arguments against the Catholic Church all you want, but all you Christians know; if the Catholic Church goes down, you all go down! No if’s, no and’s, no but’s. You all go down. The Catholic Church finds its root in the year 33 when Christ himself said, “Thou art Peter, you are a rock, and on this rock I build my Church.” You sever this link, (and Satan knows it), the whole tree dies, for a tree can not live without its root.

We, as Americans have freedom of religion, another American Ideal. Not freedom from religion, but, ‘of religion.’ But only insomuch as they (any religion) respects our individual sovereignty. Even the Catholic Church flies and honors the American flag on US soil. Why? One; under the American flag, I am free to give my life to Christ because I am sovereign and not subject. Two; the American Ideals are Christian Ideals, rooted in the Ten Commandments, the path to liberty.

If a religion’s goal is to destroy our Sovereignty, (which God gave you) then they become an enemy of the state (you), no different than any other enemy, and should be dealt with accordingly.

So I say the question this 9/11 should be “Am I sovereign or am I subject?” What does 9/11 mean, to me, in facts and numbers? And to hell with how I feel about it, what am I going to do as the sovereign? I say, just like in 1941, ‘Stand alone.’ and if enough of us stand alone, we’ll have an army and they will know our resolve. This is what it means to be an American. So quit talking the talk, comes to grips with the truth, and walk the walk.

George Henry Nichols