By Two or More Witnesses

 

I, George Henry Nichols am an old man, with a lifetime behind me. I’ve known people who were born in the 1800’s, and I’ve known people born in the 2000’s. I had a grandmother who went from horse and buggy to the moon. That’s quite a lifespan. I, at this time, am dying, I won’t say from what, but my time is growing short. I’m think it’s time to write down some of the things I’ve picked up along the way. This isn’t an essay so much as just ramblings.

As you know, if you read my stuff, I believe in Jesus Christ, and I believe he created everything. Space, Matter & Time. He created the earth and everything that’s in it, and….. and everything we have ever thought up, we have dug right out of the ground, that Jesus created, I find that remarkable.

Science has gotten out of hand, or should I say scientists. They are highly educated, and they think well of themselves. They think they are among the elite, and we tend to view them this way.

Okay, they are highly educated… (?) PHD’s and MD’s and shit like that, and you would think, they have done a lot of good. Truth is, they don’t do much, burn up a lot of your money on grants to find out stupid stuff, and to speculate and postulate on what they think they know. But anything tangible and useful to the culture was made by an engineer, don’t forget that.

Scientist deal in theories, numbers and speculation. Engineers deal with reality, with truth, it’s the only way they can actually built something. Truth is tough, truth is real, and has to be dealt with, are what you’re trying to do will fail.

So an engineer is forced, by truth, to recognize reality and deal with it. Those that try and cut corners fail. So you can’t ignore the truth, because it will come back to haunt you. Understand, Jesus Christ is that truth.

Think of the power bestowed on us. We can sit down, and draw up an idea for an automobile, right onto a piece of paper, we can include all the systems, draw up all the wring and all the piping the whole thing, right there on a piece of paper. It’s remarkable that we can do that. But it’s still just a drawing, a concept. Now the drawing is real, the paper is real, the idea is sound, but that doesn’t make it an automobile. It’s just a piece of paper with a drawing on it. In order to have an actual automobile, you’re going to have to go dig it up out of the ground. Everything needed to make that automobile real, will be found in the ground. Keep in mind, the paper and pencil too, came right out of the ground.

The same is true with the space program, it took a lot of thinking, a lot of drawing and a lot of digging, but it’s all there, and we’ve been to the moon and beyond, and we dug it right out of the ground. If you ask me, that alone stand witness to God.

By two or more witnesses, will something be verified. This is held true in many ways, under the law, by two or more witnesses.

You know science has been telling us the world is billions of years old. They have no witnesses. We have witnesses to about 3500 years of written history. No more. Science tells us the flood of Noah’s day was a myth, yet we have accounts from some three-hundred cultures around the world of a great flood about 4500 years ago. Science has no witnesses, the flood has witnesses from three-hundred cultures. Hummm,,,,?

Science tell us dinosaurs are sixty-five-million years old. That’s pretty old. Yet you hear story after story about how the dinosaurs in the beds in the northwest all drowned in a flood, and the beds have a slight stench of death. Hummm….. They have also found soft tissue, blood cells and skin. You know what that tells me….. (?)...These are not dinosaurs at all, they made up the dinosaurs, these animals they are digging up are dragons. That’s what they are. They are defined in old dictionaries, Science has no witnesses to dinosaurs sixty-five-million years ago, but the written history of man has many accounts (witnesses) of dragons. Marco Polo, Alexander the Great for starters. There is art work of dragons everywhere. There is a dragon in the Chinese zodiac. There are dragons craved into temple walls. By two or more witnesses.

Now either science is right, and all those witnesses are liars (which is what science is saying,) or science is full of shit.

By excluding God from the picture, which all got started in the seventeen-hundreds, the scientist elevated himself. Without God…. He’s the one you go to for understanding, because he’s studied it, has a degree, he becomes the arbitrator of truth. A modern day guru…. Professor Guru.

He likes being a guru, makes him feel important, because so many people believe him, and look to him and can pontificate on what he says. And yet, he has no witnesses, just his fancy degrees. And where did he get those degrees, from other people, with degrees, he taking their word for it, and expects you to do the same, and to consider all of your ancestors as liars.

I’m afraid I have to go with my ancestors…. They were witnesses. And if the world has been around for billions of years, and man came out of that, and yet the history only goes back at best, 4000 years. And from that history, we can tell they were modern men, they were building roads, houses, temples, pyramids. Plumbing systems. They were using math, and angles. They had mapped the stars.

If fact, some of the earliest ruins are stone circles, Like Stonehenge. Those are calendars. The people are fresh to the post flood world. Been run off from the tower of Babel. Now keep in mine, these are modern people, they know how to build roads, houses, temples, pots, pans, knives, hammers whatever they needed, they built, right out of the ground.

But…. There was something different in the post-flood world they hadn’t dealt with, nor had a history of. And it affected the new world greatly, especially as they move further north. The seasons. The seasons were new to the world and the climate was still settling down from the flood. So they had to lay out a calendar in order to keep track of the seasons. Today we don’t think about it, we have it all laid out in a nice picture calendar. But that doesn’t make it not important, this was something they needed to know, and they figured out. They were laying out the first calendars, which required them to do it physically, which is what they did.

Science overlooks this because they deny the flood. But science can’t tell a male from a female. They also say over and over, men couldn’t have built this, the stones are too big, fitted to precise. Yet, there stands the ruins, witness to whoever built them. Science marvels, because they believe in cave men, ape men….. Evolution BS. So they tend to refuse to believe what they are looking at, because it doesn’t fit their desired line of reasoning.

I say to you…. Look at it yourself and you’ll see… those ruins where built by modern men. Thinking men, who had talents, and a form of math, and an understanding of basic physics. They did what they put their minds to, because God gave them that power, no different than ourselves. And they dug it right out of the ground.

And notice that the written history only goes back about 3500 years, and yet they appear to be modern human beings building and keeping records. Why does it stop there? If man has been here for ten of thousand of years than where is the history, where are the ruins, where are the bones? They are not there…. Simply; because they are not there, because history only goes back to the deluge. That’s a truth they are not willing to see, because God is at the other end of it.

Like I said, by eliminating God, they become important in their own little minds, because they think they are the arbitrators of truth. To allow God into the picture, shrinks them down to no more than students, as am I, their egos are not going to stand for that. Hell…. They are somebody, they are important, they got degrees. The whole culture says so.

Also keep in mind, that if God created reality, space, matter & time, then God himself is truth. By eliminating God, one has eliminated the truth, and is opt to believe anything. Like a man can be a girl during basketball season. Don’t trust science that doesn’t trust God.

But…. There is a group of scientist out there who do trust God, and his word, and they are looking at the same evidence everybody else has, and interpreting through the lens of God, and what they are saying fits the evidence a whole lot better than the godless. Their interpretation of the evidence fits the picture, without a lot of holes, or as they say ‘gaps.’

It’s funny, I grew up with the millions of years BS, yet when I went out west, Utah, Arizona, Nevada and out that way it became obvious to me, this landscape was shaped by a flood. After thinking about it, and driving a bit in the east, I came to realize, the east was too, shaped by a flood, it’s not obvious because of the forest back east. One obvious feature back east is the Delaware Gap (something to check out.) That was carved out during the flood.

Realize, as God slips away, we are going to be bombarded with things they just made up (lies). Like this male and female being the same. That’s a crock. And it is insulting to God.

Go and read geneses, and you will discover God made the animals male and female, but when it came to man (male,) who he made out of the dust, then, from man (male) he made woman (female), tells me, he made them at different times, out of different stuff. It also tell me, if one is from the other, than they are meant to be together, as one, and from this union, comes one flesh, the children.

And who for the most part rears the children, the women. The woman was bestowed with the power of influence over the next generation. That’s quite the responsibility. But remember, you (the male) were created first, you the male are senior, she is yours, it’s your job to influence her, care for her and her offspring. She was made from you, for you, to bring joy into your life. Act like it. You are the Patriarch, the boss.

There is a commandment, “Honor your father and your mother.” There is a direct default here, you have to be worthy. The Patriarch and the Matriarch is the foundation, the man & the women build a family, and families build communities, and communities build nations. The patriarch and matriarch are the beginning of education, which over generations, becomes education, collective knowledge, record keeping and a history. It’s why we have records all the way back some 3500 years. All of this, out of, “Honor your father and your mother.”

The Lord also pointed out, that a man is to follow the Lord, and the woman to follow her man. So you see, there is a chain of command laid out. You can’t really get anything done as a family or community unless you have a boss. You are that Boss in the family. Act like it…. She is to follow you, don’t lead her astray. Keep in mind, she may very well be as smart as you, and she may very well know when you’ve run a-muck, and as your second in command, should indeed, point it out, and you should hear her out. Two brains acting on the same goals as one. And the two shall be as one.

I assume I am talking to men here, men who are willing to think for themselves. If God is real, then it’s the God of the Hebrews. I say that because there is a written history, from the beginning, and we are steady digging up evidence right out of the ground to prove it. To include Noah Ark. ‘They’ don’t want to believe it because of what’s at the other end (God). Did you know a number of ancient historians refer to the remains of the ark, and that people made pilgrimages to it.

So….. if the God of the Hebrews is real, and I believe he is…. Then so is Satan. Realize that… Satan is real, and he’s the one sowing all the discourse. He’s behind the women rights BS, abortion, the queers, the commies, Islam, the one world order, the climate change, the fraud, the millions of years, the dinosaurs, all of it. These are all false gods, tar babies. While you wrestle the tar babies, Satan does what he wants. He’s divided you up into nice little self-righteous hate groups, all corrupt. ‘And you know it.’

If you’re going to save the country, then you have to acknowledge that Satan is real, and he’s who you’re fighting. Acknowledge that all these little hate groups are his army, and he intends to run right over you, and he will, if Christ isn’t with you.

Most of you here, were brought up in a Church, so what I say rings a bell in the back of your mind. That bell is trying to warn you. God made men warriors, and gave him weapons because he knows Satan better than anyone of us, and God know his tactics. Evil… All things ungodly.

So men, it’s time to take back what’s you’re, Trump can’t do it alone, and God gave you Trump to lead the way. So how do you fight Satan, by doing what’s right, insist on it.

You as a Christian, you know what’s right… And it’s not about being nice, and it not about being kind, it’s about doing and saying what’s right. Insisting on it. Remember, God made you a warrior, in the likeness of King David. Act like it. Let’s get with it.

George Henry Nichols

October 2026

Men, let's talk. Men only

 

Okay men…. I’m talking to the men here…. Nobody else.

Seems we have forgotten Rush Limbaugh’s fact of life #35, “’Feminism’ was created to give ugly women access to the main stream.” This is a shame, because most women are pretty, it’s the way God made them. So it’s the few ugly spoiling it for the rest of them. So you see, the whole feminism, equal rights bull-shit is no more than a very old scam.

Seems fact of life #35 has proven to be true, because there is a loneliness epidemic going on among our women. They are crying out that nobody will date them. Nobody will marry them. Well men, we all know why. So I won’t go into all the damage feminism has done, to include the feminine, or ‘the girl.’ There is plenty of content covering that.

The girl in this equation in more important than you think. God made the women different, and inside most women, there is a girl, and the girl is the manifestation of joy in this world.

Think about this… In the old days (and I’m pretty old,) men looked at women differently. A good women was a man’s treasure. Now she’s equal, bitchy and oppressed by the weight of the world. She’s anything but a treasure, more of a liability. (Nobody really cares that she has a title and a career.)

During the first and second world wars, men stood in lines to enlist, to go be targets. They stood in line. They went overseas and straighten their dumb-asses out. If you were to ask one of these fellows, standing in one of these lines, why he was willin’ to go get shot at, your reply would be some form of ‘God and Country.’

Okay….. So what does that mean? ‘God and Country.’ Well ‘God,’ is the authority behind the constitution, which secures him the freedoms to be his own man. And ‘Country’ is his wife, his daughters, his mother, his grandmother, his aunts or you might say, the women in his life. That’s right, used to be ‘Country’ meant the women, and from that, family. They were willing to fight ‘over there’ least they bring the fight home to our women.

So…. What made the women so special? ‘The girl in her.’ The girl has been oppressed, distorted and abused for so long, a generation or two have passed, and nobody remembers the girl. The hippies, through out all the traditions in the sixties and started all this crap, and it’s crap.

We used to train our girls. There used to be schools for girls, to create beautiful, educated, gleeful and useful women, with that touch of girl. My Mother went to such a school, she was a wonderful mother and wife to my father. She was smart, quick witted and just fun. She made life fun, she was the joy in the family. Dad was King, but mom run the roost. Seems we don’t do that anymore, everything is co-ed and equal, and seems to be a mess.

To turn this around, well the men are just going to have to do it. Insist… or leave them be. I hope by the time we are finished here, you have a little clearer understanding of what’s been lost, and you’ll be inspired. That what girls do, they inspire.

So…. My purpose here, is not to tell you what to do, but to try and remind you of what’s been lost.

There are still places in the world where they have schools for girls, many with a long traditions behind them. They have updated with the times, but they are still training girls, to be girls.

They teach ‘em reading’, writin’ and ‘rithmetic, history, geology and home economics, what they don’t do, is weigh them down with the troubles of the world, they will learn that soon enough.

They also refine her feminine wiles, (the tools she uses to attract a man and influence the world around her,) flirting, posing, walking, speaking. They smooth out the way she moves. A girl wants to be as pretty as the flowers (natural.) with a desire to sing and dance… she wants to be seen (looked at,) admired, appreciated. She wants to be somebody.

Now below is a video of girls, from one of these schools, showing off what they have been taught. You can tell they are happy and pleased and glad to be there (filled with joy.) Now when you view this, keep sex out of your mind. This is about beauty, pose, presentation, the wiles of a girl. Study it, a lot of effort went into this, there was a lot of work done on their behalf, and the girls themselves you can bet worked very hard to pull this off. These girls are I’d say somewhere between 13 and 15 years of age. Appreciate what they do here, I promise you, they really worked at it→ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6IfVdGVlR4 There you have it, a gaggle of girls, being girls. Refined mind you, but girls.

Now here’s one where they drag out the whole school, lined ‘em up, so they can be looked at and admired; after all, these are the fair maids (available single women) of the culture, all dressed up like a field of flowers and showing off their feminine wiles. Pay attention to the audience, it’s pretty big, I didn’t see any empty seats. The idea of the girl here is very popular→ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQtz0BY3rbg You can bet, every man in that audience has a favorite picked out, and a flashlight with her color on it, for he knows what ‘she brings to the table.’

Here’s one just to show you how serious they are about their women, and persevering the idea of the girl, and showing off their fair maids. Don’t overlook the audience→ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JELg3Ljmv0g

Now…. Where was I? You’ve had a glimpse at the nature of the girl. This is what your grandpa was fightin’ for→ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9mZkNkveK8

Are you still with me?

Now in this next video, this is a girl, being a girl, doing what girls do. Notice, everything she is working with was most likely made by a man, most all of it. It’s what men do. They make things. Keep that in mind, as you watch what she does with what man makes. This is the natural order of things. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpSzK4oNCW0

If you’re still with me, you have to admit, that’s one strong useful girl. You bring her resources and she create you a home, where ever you are. She’s smart, she knew how to use all the things man provided. She was gentle and quiet, the marks of good training. You might say, she’s a full-blown women. And that’s what you’re grandpa’s and great-grandpa’s were fighting for. That’s why they were willing to go be targets, for the chance to secure their freedom, so they might find a good women… to build on.

This is what the country is built on, the love of one’s women and the family she bares him. If you make her equal, and load her up with queer ideas, heap the troubles of the world onto her, educate her with a bunch shit she doesn’t need to know. You’re going to get what you got, a bunch of old, angry, bitter, nasty, horny, women blaming everything on you. Nobody wants them. They are loud, vulgar and lost.

But the great loss, is the everyday joy girls bring into the culture. It has slipped away with the girl. And a culture needs joy, it’s unifying, it keeps the spirit of the culture positive. It keeps good ideas flowing. It makes for manners and the desire to be polite.

The girl also brought beauty to the culture, just by being there, and being dressed like a flower. She made the country home, because when a man got off of work, he had a place to go, to find comfort, belonging, admiration, purpose, laughter and JOY….a Home. So you see, the country is home, because the women are home. We love the country, because we love our women.

One more round here. The idea of the girl, and her presents is so important, that when the old west was growing, it had a lack of trained women. There was nobody to marry. We’re talking late 1800’s, a fellow named Harvey started a chain of restaurants out west, but he only hired trained girls from back east, and promised them an adventure, if they would come work for him. And so they did, by the hundreds.

He supplied the west with trained young women hunting husbands. It was a Big Deal! They were known as Harvey Girls, which made them somebody, (keep in mind they worked in restaurants) and if you married a Harvey Girl, well that made you rather la-de-da. It was such a big deal→

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSgrOvMLWsY

Notice, everything I have shown you, was upbeat, with a happy tone. No resentment, no pissin’ & moanin’, no end of the world. Also take note, it was all rather modest.

So it’s time to reject all the equal bull-shit, and the feminism bull-shit, the doom and gloom bull-shit and reclaim what is yours! You have a right to ask, ‘what do you bring to the table?’ Now that you know.

It’s a man’s world, and don’t you forget it. Tell them women to shut-up and get in line or stand aside, you have a country to reclaim.

George Henry Nichols

October 2026

PS… Bonus; this is one of my favorites, the girls are beautiful, the dresses make ‘em flowers. You get a good look here. You can easily see, they are happy, they are glad to be there and to be seen. Each girl is a star in her own mind, you can see it in her performance. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yz4Etg9xpJc

Quit your bitchin'

 

I, George Henry, did not write this. Though I thought it well written and worth a read. If you wrote this, let me know and I will credit it. 

Grandpa didn’t have a $90 month internet bill, a $130 phone bill, seven app subscriptions at $72 month, an Amazon addiction for $200 month, he didn’t have Netflix, Paramount or HBO for another $112 month and his haircuts didn’t need a ‘stylist’!

I’m worn out hearing people moan, “Our grandparents could buy a house on one paycheck, but now we can’t even afford rent on two!”

Yeah, maybe because Grandma wasn’t dropping half her income on $14 iced lattes and avocado toast shaped like art projects. Back then, if they wanted coffee, they boiled it at home in a dented pot. It tasted like burnt rubber and regret — but it woke you up and cleaned your pipes.

And Grandma wasn’t “out to brunch.” You think she had time for mimosas and hashtags? She was making something called whatever’s left in the fridge and feeding six people with it.

Don’t even start with Uber Eats. You think Grandpa was out here paying $38 to have a burger delivered three blocks away? Please. He grilled mystery meat on a rusted barbecue, and everyone called it dinner.

Now people cry about being broke while sitting in a house full of gadgets. Two SUVs in the driveway, six streaming services, three air fryers, and matching tattoos that cost more than their light bill. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? He did. It said “Korea, 1951,” and it came with trauma, not Instagram likes.

And the kids—Lord help us. “We can’t make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!” No, he doesn’t. You’re handing an $1100 device to a child who still eats crayons and forgets to flush.

When we were kids, there was one phone. It hung on the wall like a family relic. The cord stretched just far enough for you to whisper secrets before someone yelled, “Get off, I need to make a call!” And guess what? We lived.

The TV? One. In the living room. With three channels and a dial that clicked like a safe. And if Dad wanted to watch bowling, you were a fan of bowling, end of story.

Now there’s a flat screen in every room, the baby’s got an iPad, the dog’s got a camera, and everyone’s wondering why they can’t afford rent.

Because you’re living like rock stars on retail salaries, that’s why.

Grandpa wasn’t leasing Teslas or buying $12 smoothies called “Green Zen Awakening.” He drove a truck that coughed smoke, rattled like a storm, and smelled like oil and hard work.

They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa brought home on Friday — that’s what they had. They weren’t keeping up with the Jones’; they were keeping the lights on.

So yeah, Grandpa bought a house on one salary. But he also didn’t have a gym membership, three delivery apps, and emotional support crystals on his nightstand. His only support system was Grandma, who told him to quit whining and mow the yard.

Nowadays, everyone’s broke, anxious, and “manifesting abundance” while ordering tacos on DoorDash for the fourth time this week.

It’s not the economy — it’s the lifestyle.

Wake up, turn off your subscriptions, make your own coffee, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll smell the truth.

Yes I copied this....even added to it. It’s truth....God is Good, God is Great, I thank HIM for this day AMEN.

You want to bitch live like we’re suppose to live! Politicians didn’t do this to us, we the people did this too ourselves! They capitalized on laziness!

I'm done with Today's rant..

Indeed….

Corporate America, just who are they?

I want to speak a little about companies and corporations, and who they are. They have lots of fancy names, Inc. LLC, so on and so forth. They try and make you think, that the company or corporation is somebody. (But it’s not) A lot of this is design by lawyers, to make sure they get a cut.

But who are they? They are us. Think about it for more than thirty seconds. They are us. They are only as good as we are. Think about that. If you work for ‘whoever,’ you should do your best, and delivery what is ask, so your company shines, and the customers continue to support you.

As I have said, many of our companies and corporations suffer ‘The Bean Counters Curse,’ (https://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2026/09/curse-of-bean-counters.html ) Company’s like McDonald's, Wendy’s, GM, Ford, so many. They have grown stagnate and top heavy, and focused on the bottom line. Which is wrong.

Another reason these companies are stagnate, is the number of parasites that attach themselves to these companies. People with their hands outs, showering the committee with guilt. Communities who think they are owed simply because the company is there. Then there is the unions who do nothing more these days than drive up wages & prices, to no avail, except to inflate the money.

The people who built these companies where not focused on the bottom line. People like Henry Ford, Barney Kroger, Sears, Roebuck, Montgomery Ward and the like believed what my father taught us, ‘you do your job and you do it well and any profit incurred is just reward. And that’s just what they did, and they were rewarded.

Remember what I said, the company is along for the ride. When the head honcho gives it up, the idea and drive die with him, but because they left behind a huge money making machine, there tends to be a committee formed to take his place. And as I have said, Committees focus on the bottom line, and have no ideas and no guts.

God made different kinds of people, now we are all equal in his eyes, that is to say we have value, to him (God.) But he did not make us, the people, the individual, the same. He made a few of us, kings, he made a few of us really good at math, some of us he made builders, some of us weavers, some of us managers, but most of us are workers, and some of us idea men, and then there is the poor, he said they will always be with you. If you are a worker, be satisfied, if you’re the idea man, or manager, remember a worker is worth his wages, pay him what he’s worth.

But my point here is, the country is stagnating, we are over regulated, top heavy with suits, who do no more than push paper, too many lawyers running about wanting to sue you, for whatever.

But… the swamp is draining, keep it draining and opportunities will appear & multiply. What I’m saying is build something. Compete with the old stagnate companies. Trump speaks of a golden era. Well he can’t do it by himself, build something, do your job better, if you’re a lawyer, try something else. If you’re a politician, shut up and go home. Ignore the tar babies and build a golden age.

This country was built by men, plain ole men doing things for their neighbor. Look around, what can You do?

You idea men out there, and I know you’re there, had an idea cooking for years, get yourself a company and cook it up.

Sooo…… If you’re an idea man, get with it. If you work for a company or corporation, then set out to make it the best. If you see something swampy, drain it.

Remember our Constitution, remember the authority behind it, and do these things with God in mind. And he will be your shield. If you really want to make America great again, then return to God and Country (The Constitution.)

September 2026

George Henry Nichols

Observation #426 Trump Throws Fake News to Curb

 

Observation #426

I want to speak bout Trump throwing the fake news out of the White House. I think it was the right thing to do. It’s time.

The reason I say it’s time is because it’s not really Trump speaking here, it’s the market place. CNN is up for sale. CNN is huge when you consider their worldwide network, yet they are up for sale. They are up for sale because they can’t pay for themselves. No body is watching, they lack an audience. Translation; “They are broke.”

They are a product of the hippies, the kids and grand-kids; they were taught a bunch of queer stuff, and they are trying to get us to accept the old hippy bullshit, and various other pieces of shit they picked up along the way. The problem is, we ain’t buying it anymore, and that just pisses them off to no end, cause they are convince they are right, when in truth, they are as stupid as the hippies who reared, or raise them.

When the media (journalist,) got rid of Nixon, by lying and distorting the news, it went to their heads, and they think they are now the arbitrators of truth. So they can make the truth what they want, cause it worked with Nixon, and look how well it went with Clinton and Obama, and they sure kept the Bushes it line. Reagan gave them trouble, cause he was about the truth. But all in all, they managed it and their bull-shit kept flowing.

Then along came Trump and called them out on their bull-shit, flat out… Translation; How many Americans voted for him? Damn near everybody, which means, damn near everybody thinks they are full of shit. How can this be? They worked so hard for so long to be the writers of truth, and along comes Truth and slaps them in the face.

It’s you they hate, Trump is just the voodoo doll to get at us, because we are their problem. If they can shut Trump up, then they think they have shut us up. Basically, the press is a bunch of spoilt brats with over grown egos, who’s been found out, to be the frauds that they are.

But, don’t over look the fact CNN is for sale, they aren’t making money, nobody’s watching. So this isn’t an attach by Trump, it’s an attach by us, the market place, Trump is doing our will, by removing failed enterprises and making room for new.

Yea but!! Yea but…! Yea but…. No yea buts. The if’s and’s & but’s are no more than the Tar-Baby. Look at the truth, basic, and quit wrestling the Tar-Baby. That’s how they beat you every time, they get you all tangle up in the Tar-Baby, and while you thrash around, they do what they want.

Okay, ”We the People,” we have our guy in the White House, don’t make him stand alone. If you notice, discard a lot of BS details (the devil’s is in the details,) Trump is doing exactly that, he is ignoring the Tar-Babies, you might say he ‘Cuts to the Chase,’

It’s time to do the same. Time to cut to the chase, discard the bull-shit, and weed some of these queer idea out of the culture, shame those for being so stupid, punch the bully in the nose, clean out YOUR schools.

And try some prayin’ while you’re at it, let God Almighty be your shield, let us never forget the Authority behind our constitution. For without God, we wouldn’t have this great land here to fight for. So… let’s get with it.

September 2026

George Henry Nichols

The Story of the 'Best Date I Ever Had'

 

This is the story of the best date I ever had. At the time, I was forty-two, and living in Summerdale, Alabama. I was working a dirt job (creating a neighborhood,) in Semi-Nole, Alabama, right on the Stix river, right up against Florida. Being forty-two, I had dated a number of women in my life, but never married. So I’m an old bachelor living in Summerdale, in what used to be a grain silo, somebody had turned into apartments.

This dirt job, was one of the more interesting thing I ever did, is yet another story. Over from my silo about three block lived a women named Judy. She was a handsome women, Blonde, she stood about 5’10” and was built just like a women ought to be. She was divorced and had twin girls who were ten. They looked just like mother, a little tall for ten, long blonde hair and bubbling with energy. Now when I say they are twins, I mean identical. They looked exactly alike, it was uncanny.

Well as time went on, I thought it a good idea to make eyes at Judy, I being a man, she’s being a women and all that. Don’t really remember how it happened, but it seems I got the twins instead. Every time I turned around, there they were. Well After a few days of this, I found I could tell them apart (their voices were slightly different,) and started addressing them by name, Tiffany and Stephanie.

Well this thew ‘em, nobody could tell them apart but mother. Nobody, not their teachers, not their friends, not the doctor, not even their father could tell them apart. This created a special kind of a bond between us, because after I could tell them apart, I couldn’t get rid of them.

Now out on the dirt job, I was working for this fellow who had a dream. He had 600 acres on Stix River there at Semi-Nole, and we were creating a neighborhood with all lots waterfront from raw land. His name was John, and his job was to create salable lots, and his wife Ginger, had a real estate business in Pensacola, Florida, were she was selling the lots. They had three kids, two boys, who’s names I cannot recall, and a 12 year old daughter, Katy. Katy was tall for her age and also a blonde. The reason I know Katy, is in the summertime, everyday about noon, Katy would show up with a picnic basket, where ever we were on the job and her and her dad, John, would have a picnic. The dirt job and their home was within walking distance, and she walked out there everyday. Of course myself and the other fellers had our own lunch. But I thought that very nice.

So…. With this thought in my head, I ask the Twins if they’d like to go on a picnic. What I heard back was, “We want to go to the beach, we hear it’s just down the roads a ways.” And so it was, Summerdale was about 25 miles from the beach, indeed Gulf Shores, Alabama, sugar white sand and emerald green water.

“You’ve never been to the beach?” I ask. ‘No’ is what I heard. This is when I hung myself trying to dismiss this idea. “Well, we would have ask your mother you know. This is a mother thing, She has to say okay, or go with us.” Zoom………… they were gone so fast I didn’t get in another word. About 15 minutes later, here they come.

“Mama’s gonna call.” They were breathing hard from all the running. Well Judy called, wanted to know who was going, where we were going and when would we be back. Well I was stuck, I could see that.

“Well….. Just us. How about early Saturday morning. We’ll go down to Gulf Shores and come back when it gets hot. Let’s say around one or two.” Judy just said, “okay...that would be fine.”

Well, we did just that, we went down to the beach and had us a picnic, they played in the water screaming bloody murder the whole time. To say the least, it wore their little asses out and they slept all the way home.

About a week after the beach excursion, they wanted to know if I would baby-sit them. ‘bout that time Judy called and wanted me to baby-sit them for the evening. “They like you.” Humm… well after that, seems I became their regular baby-sitter. Who knew?

To say the least, I got to know the twins pretty well. They were fascinating creatures and they were identical. Stephanie was the spokes person, Tiffany was the quiet one, if you could say that. They would try to trick me on who was who, but I always got it right (although I never told them how I knew), and that fascinated them. They were so identical, and so much alike that I wondered how they would ever date or marry. How anyone could ever separate them or come between them, I can’t imagine. They were tight. You would have to marry them both, as to not come between them.

Well time moves on, and autumn comes around and I’m still moving dirt. Haven’t seen Katy lately because school is back in session. But I notice the Sager Theater in Pensacola was advertising a live performance of ‘Grease.’ So I think to myself, ‘Self,’ the twins would love this, this would be a good experience for them, and I’d like to see it to boot.

So I made a plan, I ask Judy about it and she said okay…. So the play was in about a month and a half, I was working everyday, so getting tickets wasn’t going to be easy. Well Ginger had an office right downtown Pensacola, so I went to their house to ask Ginger if she would get me tickets, I told her about the twins and what my plan was. I was going to take them to dinner and a play.

I want you know, that women looked at me real hard, “How old are they?” she ask. ‘Ten’ I replied. She looked at me up and down, I could tell it was a study. After a few moments she smiled and said, “On one condition.” ‘Okay.’ I replied. “You take Katy too.” Ginger went on, “You’re right, it is a good experience, and I’d like you to take Katy as well.” ‘Okay.’ Seems I suddenly had a date with three little blonde girls.

Well I told the twins my plan and of course they were thrilled with the idea, dinner and a play, but I don’t really think they realized just what I was telling them, they were just trilled to be going somewhere.

There was a flea market down the road just a few blocks and I was over there having a look. Well there were a couple of used bikes there and it occurred to me, I’d never seen them on a bike. So…. I bought them and took ‘em home and cleaned them up.

The next time they showed up, there were the bikes. “Who are the bikes for?” I heard. They knew, I knew they knew. ‘They’re yours.’ Well that made their day, They were on the bikes and off to show their mother. I walked down to their house to tell their mother and except any flack.

Well here come Tiffany down one street, and Stephanie down the other, (Judy lived on a corner) and they meet right in the middle of the corner, Crash, Boom. Splat it was. They crumbled into a heap, and then up they jumped, crying their eyes out running for the house, right passed me, right to mama (told me were I stood.)

“We crashed..!!!” I heard from the house, then silence, then I heard, “You’re alright, you’re alright, you’re both are going live.” Just like that, the screen door flung open, and out they came headed right for the bikes, they got right back on them, and off they went. They just needed mother to tell them they were alright. As for me, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, it all happened so fast.

Being Autumn, the school was going to have their open house, and they ask me to come meet their teachers. I told them that’s a mom and dad thing, they should ask them. They told me they did, and mom had a date and dad didn’t want to. So I took them to open house, and met their teachers.

Well it seems their teachers were pleased with them, “She’s a good girl, doesn’t give me any trouble, but sometimes, she just don’t seem right, like she’s somebody else.” Seems both teachers told me pretty much the same thing, so I got them both out in the hall, and ask them.

“Are you swapping classes.?” They both looked at the floor, so I knew, “you’re confusing your teachers.”

They both looked up and said, “But its fun.” and about that time one of their teachers came out in the hall….(?) Looked at me, looked at them, looked at me again.

“So there’s two of them?” she said with a bit of surprize. I smiled, and nodded my head, “Well you know that explains a lot.” she said rather sternly, “now I know what I’m dealing with.” I had to laugh inside, these two girls really had their teachers going….. But now the jig was up.

“Well girls, seems you’ve been caught, better watch your p’s and q’s cause they’re going to be watching you.” They hung their heads, but they were grinning.

Well Ginger had gotten me the tickets, and I could tell she had chipped in a bit cause we had four seats, third row center, you could spit on the orchestra.

Well the big day came, and I must say, I was a little nervous. I was fixing to have three little girls on my hands, with no buffer.

You know, in case something girl happened, that men don’t really know about or know how to handle, the buffer was always, Judy’s just down the block.

All kinds of shit went through my head that hadn’t to this point. Well I was stuck, I had a date and I had to keep it.

Gettin’ on toward time, I walked down to Judy’s to see what’s up. Tiffany & Stephanie were playing baseball and dirty head to toe. I told them they’d better start getting ready and they said, “We ain’t goin’, we’re playing baseball.”

Well that just set me off, “The hell you’re not,” and I grab them both by the hair and headed for there house, them screaming and kicking the whole way, I marched them inside, and Judy stood up and ask, “What did they do now?”

I said, “The play, they need to get ready for the play.”

“The play, the play, that’s right.” Judy replied, I still had them by the hair on their toes. “I told you girls not to get dirty, Now look at you.” She stepped over, and took them from me, by the hair, gave ‘em a good shake and led them off to the bathroom, yel...telling them, “Ya’ll get in tub right now.”

I thought it a good time to exit stage left. “I’ll be back in an hour,” So I scooted on out there. I went on to my silo and took a shower and got ready myself. I was thinking, hell, you done yelled at them, dragged them home by the hair, got them in trouble with mother, they aren’t to be in a very good mood.

Well I got in the car (4-door sedan) and drove on down there, parked in the drive and went up to the door, thinking they aren’t going to be mad. I knock on the door, and Judy said, “come in.”

There they were, the three of them, Tiffany & Stephanie were looking the part. They where clean as a whistle, their hair was done and they were wearing matching white lace dresses. Mother had put a little make up on them. Tiffany had a blue sash gathered around her waist with a bow in the back, and a blue bow in her hair. Stephanie had a pink sash gathered around her waist with a bow in the back, and a pink bow in her hair. They were just beautiful. They were so lovely, it gave me a bit of a chill. And they were smiling.

“Tiffany’s blue and Stephanie’s pink, I did that so you could tell’em apart, and so the other girl can tell’em apart.” Judy pointed out. Then she went on, “I know you can tell the apart, they told me, but sometimes when they are quiet, it’s hard.” This told me, she used their voices too.

I put my arms out, and just like that, I had a beautiful girl on each arm, a many a feller’s dream, and they where laughing and giggling. I was sooo… relieved. I put them in the back seat, told them we would pick up Katy and ya’ll a ride together.

“Who’s Katy.” “Where are we going to eat?” “When are we going to get there.” “How old is Katy?” “What’s the play about?” “Who’s in it?” “How fast can this car go?” “Is this an old car?” “How old are you?” “So you run a tractor?” “When are we going to get there?” All the way to Katy’s, I had to marvel.

After about thirty minutes of the third degree we arrived at Katy’s. Now keep in mind who Katy is, She’s the bosses daughter, the boss that pays me good money for the work I do. She’s twelve, I’m taking her out. Now I don’t really know Katy, she’s the ‘picnic girl’, she’s the bosses daughter. So my relationship with her is cold.

I pull up into the drive, told the twins to stay put, and I went up and knocked on the door. It opens up and there were the three of them. Mom, Dad and Katy. Katy looked the part, She too was wearing a lace white dress with a yellow sash around her waist, with a bow in the back and a yellow bow in her hair, which she had done up and her mother had put a little make up on her, she was beautiful. (made me wonder if there weren’t going’s on, behind the scenes, I wasn’t privy to.)

John said, “you drive safe, this is my little girl.” and he put out his hand, and as I shook his hand, he had slipped me a fifty dollar bill, “Take them somewhere nice for dinner.” I slipped the bill into my pocket, and Ginger motioned for me to offer my arm, So I put my arm out, and Katy took it and I escorted her out to the car and open the door, and she got in with the twins. At this point, I’m a nervous wreck, but I’m the man in charge, so I have to be, ‘the man in charge.’

So off to Pensacola we go. Thinking my relationship with Katy was cold, well not for long. She had all the same questions, “When are we going to get there?” “How Old are you?” How fast can this car go?” “Where are we going to eat?” “What’s the play about?” After a little while they settled down and began talking to each other, ‘bout school and stuff.

I took them to a nice seafood restaurant over by the Cordova Mall, I don’t recall the name, but it was nice. I parked and got out and opened the door for them, and they all pile out and in we went. The Maitra d meet us at the door, and looked us over real good, and ask, “What’s the occasion?”

They blurted out, “Dinner and play.”

I nodded, and he said, “Well very good, which play?”

“Grease.” rang out.

“Good Choice,” he said, “I’m glad you chose us for dinner.” he picked up 4 menus, bowed and sung out his arm to show us the way, “Your table awaits you.” The girls were trilled, I could tell, as we were escorted to our table. We all sat down as the Maitra d held the chair for each girl, and myself. This was a fancy place. And they were tickled, they felt like somebody. “Your waiter will be along shortly, enjoy your meal.” The girls were just a chatter.

Moments later the waiter arrived, brought each of us a glass of water and ask, “Aren’t we a fine looking bunch of young ladies, what’s the occasion?”

Again they all chimed in, “Dinner and a play.”

“Well how nice.” He looked at me, “and you’re the lucky fellow?”

I nodded. “Yea, I’m the lucky fellow.” smiling, I guess I was.

“Well I’m glad you chose us for your dinner, what may I bring you.” The waiter said as he prepared to write.

I said, “we’ll start a straight tonic and they will each have a Shirley Temple.”

“Very good sir, I shall return.” and the waiter was off. The girls were trembling with excitement, their heads craning all around taking it all in.

The place was made up like an old fishing shack, so there were lots of antiques around, old fishing nets, glass floats and a large aquarium on one wall.

They spent a good bit of time gawking at the fish. Well dinner Came and they sat down again, and the waiter tied a napkins round each one’s neck we had a real nice dinner, with dinner conversation. Mostly about school, how the twins fool their teachers, how Katy’s in Jr. High, and has a different teacher for each class. So there was plenty to discuss.

When dinner was done, I paid the check and took care of the staff, we got up to go, and waiter came over and said, “Never have I waited on such beautiful ladies. Ya have a good time at the play, and come back to see us.” The girls just beamed.

On our way out, The Maitra d said, “Such beautiful ladies”, and he kissed his fingers in sign of affection, “I would be honored if you should come see us again.” They beamed, they beamed so much they needed a lampshade, and they were beaming and grinning and giggling all the way to the Theater.

As we went into the theater, I had them lined up in front of me, as we climbed the few steps, Stephanie stopped and pointed to the ticket line, “Don’t we need a ticket?” She asked.

I smiled and said, “no,” as I reach into my coat pocket and pulled out the tickets, “They know we’re coming.”

“Wow,” she replied.

And Katy said, “My mother told them we were coming.”

“That right.” I so agreed. This, for some reason really impressed the twins…

Their eyes grew big, and they looked at each, took each others hands and squealed, while jumping up & down, singing, “They know we’re coming, they know we’re coming” Well this bumped Katy up a notch, cause it was her mother that told them we were coming.

We went on in and I handed the tickets to the usher, while the girls heads were craning all about taking it all in. The usher looked at me real hard…Looked at the tickets, and looked at the girls and then look at me again, and said, “That’s a peck a pretty girls you got there, you’re a lucky fellow.”

“Yes I am.” I was beaming now. Then he bowed, sung out his arm to show us to our seats, and the girls started giggling again. We went down to third row center and there were our seats. After we sat down, I began to think the reason usher looked at us so hard was, we had the best seats in the house. He must have thought we were somebody. And so we were… Katy’s mother had arranged this. The first two rows in front of us, were really too low, the third row was even with the stage, and if you glance down, there was the orchestra. I don’t think there were better seats, we had ‘em.

Not much to say here. For the next two hours those girls, all three of them were on the edge of their seats, with their mouths hanging open, they were blown away. They didn’t say a word the entire play, not once, Not once! I repeat myself, did they lean back in their seats. They were mesmerized.

I pretty much missed the play (Although it was real good, they did a good job,) I was busy watching them. What delightful flowers they were. I was feeling rather pleased, because I could plainly see...they were pleased, all three of them.

When it was over, the chattering started, their heads were chocked full of fresh information and they were hashing it out. I walked them out to the parking lot and put them in the car. I didn’t have to say anything, they were saying it all.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, the cast from the play was crossing the street to their hotel, all three of the girls were hanging out the windows, yelling about how good it was, and we love you and the like.

Then back to chattering as they made sense out of what they saw. I want you to know, Pensacola isn’t that big, but before I could get out of town, they were all three sound asleep. Sawing logs.

When we got to Katy’s, she might have well been dead, I scooped her up in my arms and walked up to the door. I knocked (actually rang the bell,) and Ginger opened the door. There was a staircase right behind her, she turn and pointed up the stairs, then headed up the stairs herself. Well I knew what that meant, so I carried Katy right on up the stairs to her room and put in her bed.

On the way down the stairs Ginger said, “I’m glad it went well.”

A wee bit surprized, I replied, “How do you know it went well?”

Ginger smiled, “I’m her mother. I know. She is sound asleep, she won’t remember coming home, or being carried up the stairs. She feels perfectly safe, Sooo….it went well.”

“Well it did,” I agreed, “she was a delight, between them all, it was delightful, I could not have had a better evening, by the way, the other two are asleep in the car.”

“I figured.” Ginger said, then she grab me by the shoulders, and gave me a hug, and said, “Good job.” It was all I could do to not cry. I was really overwhelmed.

Well I drove the twins on home, and alas, I had to carry both of them in, and put them in bed. ‘I wish I could sleep like that.’

I told Judy it went well, She said “I know.”

“Cause they’re asleep?” I asked.

“Yep….”

And that bring to a conclusion the best date I ever had.

Wasn’t long after that, the job ended, we had built a neighborhood, and it was time for me to move on to the next job. So that was the end of the twins. Never knew what became of them.

After years of reflection, it finally occurred to me, what they had done. They had given me joy, and they did so in abundance. They had done, exactly what God’s little girls are suppose to do, Bring joy into the world. And they had done just that. May God Bless the three of them.

George Henry Nichols

September 2026