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Showing posts with label dismay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dismay. Show all posts

Monday, January 13, 2020

Pig in a Poke





I think one of our basic problems is we quit telling our kids the fairy tales, as they were written, - no we had to fix them up and make them better. I remember back in 1980, I bought into the Jupiter Effect, it was a scare which stated that in 1982 there would be a planetary alignment of all nine planets, (before Pluto was demoted) and that the combined gravitational pull was going to disrupt life on earth.
Well it didn’t happen, and I realized, it was no more than a “Chicken Little” story. Global Warming is the same story, “Chicken Little!” Simply a matter of making myself important, by scaring you.
If you want to sell something, first you scare your customer, then you sell him a cure.
I knew early on that Bill Clinton was no more than “The Emperor’s New Clothes” and is the case with Obama, he’s running around naked as a jaybird, and everybody refuses to see.
I think we need to get back to the basic stories & philosophies so the people learn to recognize bullshit when it is presented it to them. Ronald Reagan was very good at using basic stories, like the “Evil Empire” speech, I know he was referring to Star Wars, but Star Wars is a basic story of good and evil that was popular at the time, and the people understood, and responded. No matter how well you dress up a pig, it’s still a pig! Hahahha!!!! It’s true.

George Henry Nichols

Friday, March 8, 2019

Solitude



Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from a voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all of your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectar-ed wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain. 

Ella Wheeler Wilcox    
November 5, 1855        
October 30, 1919          

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Captain Red


From The Book
The Legend of Captain Outrageous
Captain Red, Captain Red, You’ve fallen cold and dead.
And your little Parakeet to me he said,
Oh where! Oh where is Captain Red!

The sea that night it came a thrashing,
And the rigging it came a crashing.
A yardarm came down upon your head,
And among your crew there fell a dread.
And your little parakeet to me he said,
Oh where! Oh where is Captain Red!

The sea it called you as a child,
And we know that call is wild,
For many a story has been told,
Of how piracy stole your soul.

You spent your life in search of treasure,
For this was truly your greatest pleasure.
But now you’re gone and the deck is red,
Where at last you laid your head.
And your little parakeet to me he said
Oh where! Oh where is Captain Red!

They will miss you, oh master, fallen cold and dead!
They will miss you, Oh Captain, Lord Benjamin Red!
But the moon tonight is very bright,
And the sea is shimmering with its light.

And Life again seems very sweet,
Except to one little parakeet,
Who sits on me with saddened eyes,
As if though he’d wish to cry.

And your little parakeet to me he says,
Oh where! Oh where is my Captain Red!
©



May 29, 1991
George Henry Nichols

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Where are your Roots...?



So… If you have subtly bought into the Evolution and deep time theory, then, as an American, you are lost? Why? Because your roots, (evolution and deep time) is telling you, ‘it’s top dawg...’ Survival of the fittest, where the law becomes a hunting ground… and Money becomes the kill…

It’s a place where there is no moral authority, because man is god… He is the top of the food chain…. What man says…goes…. After all, I have evolved, I understand, I am enlightened, and these thoughts of an almighty god are of a dead and primitive man…                        

A place where there is no beginning and there is no end, only life and death… A brief window into what appears to be a huge meaningless dust bunny, and then a step back into the great darkness…  

                     


A place where a woman is no more than a moment’s pleasure, to be used at her expense, eaten like a succulent fruit, and discarded like the rind…              

            

Really??? Is this what you’re thinking??? This is what they’re telling you… This is what they’re teaching… Therefore, nothing is greater than the state…

A place where ‘the present,’ (not life) is to be lived to the fullest, with little thought of the passed and no thought of the future… Where the dead know nothing…and I know everything…                                  

 Evolution is telling you death begot life… (How can that be?)

   


Is this what you’re thinking? (It’s all a big lie… All of it… Do you realize they don’t have one creditable shred of evidence… Not one…)

If this is what you’re thinking… Than you are not an American...

America is a place… But to be an American, is to understand and embrace ‘In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth, and… on that authority alone, I have as much right to be here as you!’

George Henry Nichols

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Teenage Girl from Wales Speaks out on Election

Am not surprised.  But am deeply disappointed.
However.  Will say it again - "Never, NEVER underestimate the stupidity of the American people."
But, you also get what you ask for.
Well, at least the blacks won't be burning down all the cities as they threatened to do if he lost.
Tried not to think about it all day, it was difficult.  Actually began to get physically sick.  No, didn't cry but had many sessions of disgust.  It was like losing a friend.
America is no longer the country I knew when visiting, its people strangers to be avoided.
Though my everyday life will continue over here, have made two vows (decisions which are irrevocable).
In short.
Never again will I step foot on USA soil.  To me, it would be like stepping back say some thirty years into my grandfather's Ukraine when it was under old Soviet rule.  His sad stories and harrowing experiences are now coming to life before my eyes in present day America.  The "in-your-face" lies, corruption, deceit, control, loss of individuality, fear of government, media manipulation, corruption of the public education system (turning that institution into indoctrination centers), confiscation of property and personal freedoms, denigration of religion (a higher authority), pitting groups against groups, having as many people dependent on the largess of government, among numerous other adversities, were normal.  Seems these are the "new" normal in USA.
The freedom loving nations and peoples of the world can no longer depend on America.  In fact, it seems America has become their adversary.
I would not feel safe in the USA.
Unfortunately, I, also, now look at Americans in a different way.  And it is not a pretty picture.
In addition, I cannot ever again be fooled by so-called experts (pundits), especially those on talk radio which I (used to) listen to such as Limbaugh, Hannity, Levin, etc.  The Republican Party (the loyal opposition) are idiots.  No other word describes them better.  And those "knowledgeable" phonies such as  Dick Morris, Charles Krauthammer, Ann Coulter, Carl Rove et al. just love to hear themselves pontificate. 


Please, do not write back with a pep talk. Am finished thinking about it. America deserves what it wants.
In lieu of all this, it would be ludicrous to ask you to watch all those videos I've been sending. They are, what, "farcical ??" You have other things to be concerned about and better use of your time. You don't believe all this stops here, do you?? In the society America has now become, every member of the "opposition" will be under scrutiny. That means, among others, members of the Tea Party. Everything you have uttered, blogged, twittered, or e-mailed will be examined. You may be cavalier about all this saying, "I've been investigated before, bring them on." They now have power and methods you wouldn't believe. And nobody (willing or able) to stop them. Take a lesson from history.
Another item. As with the patterns of the past, within a couple of years, Obama will be (figuratively) be raised toSainthood by his supporting media and followers.
Hope nobody does anything stupid.
OK - don't want to write anymore.©

And My response to her...


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

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

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

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

Your Friend
George Henry Nichols  


Saturday, September 1, 2012

A Bit O Justice or Of Tar and Feathers

From the book
The Life, Times & Adventures of
Sir George Henry Nichols
or
The Legend of Captain Outrageous


The July moon was on the rise when our third attempt at an escape came to a blazing finish. The first attempt was a raft that appeared to be a fine craft, until we put it in the brine and found that it moved on the water, like a piece of cloth, that it to say, it was not at all rigid and soon worked itself to pieces.
The second attempt was a piragua, which we cut from one of the larger trees up the creek a little ways. It was a very large tree, which was felled with the carpenters saw. In fact we had gotten a good many of his tools from the wreck, including an adze, which was very useful in this endeavor. After the tree was felled, all limbs were trimmed from it and hauled away, and an area cleared out around it. It was decided how long the craft should be, the top then cut from it to give us the proper length. We removed the bark and were ready to hollow it out and to give it shape.
With much chopping and burning it was cleared out quite well which indeed gave us a right nice piragua of about twenty-five feet in length, and sitting about seventy-five yards from the creek we were to use to float it down to the sea. But with much effort, and all seven of us at the strain, could not budge it in the slightest. In fact, we couldn't even pick up one end of the damn thing. It seems in an attempt to pick a good stout tree able to carry all of us safely, we had picked one all together too large, for if the truth be known, the piragua lay in the exact place it fell as a tree, and was now no more than a monument to our enterprise. This was something Bob felt he had to point out time and again. 'Pick a tree, the King's own army couldn't move, and shape it into a canoe, wit'out ever realizing it's too 'eavy. What bunch of dunderites are you.' This didn’t set well with those who had done most of the work.
I should point out all this work did pay off in one respect, our living quarters had improved greatly within the pail, as our huts grew in size and tables and chairs were fashioned, though they were crude, for none of us proved to be a carpenter, something Bob found joy in pointing out, most all the time, 'you dunderites couldn't build a chair if it fell out of a tree.' I began to sense that the bunch of us were just about to give Bob something to repine about, he liked it so much.
I, being quite the youngest of the group had little to say, mostly because I wasn't heard when I spoke, spent much time up one of the shoreline palms as a lookout for ships, and was part of the hunting and gathering party along with Willie Wimmer and John Blanchard. The other four did most of the work on the vessels, except Bob who was too busy telling us how it was all but a failed effort, 'We'll all drown, do all this work, build our ‘opes, then we'll drown, you'll see, you'll all see!'
On one of the hunting excursions, shooting small chicken like birds, which had made quite good eating, we ran across the ship's long boat. It was beat up a bit and half buried in the sand, but otherwise appeared to be all there. So John, Willie and I dug the sand from it, in order to free it up and have a closer look, and indeed, it appeared to be in right fine shape. So finishing our hunting, we returned to the pail with the good news of what we had found, along with a good many birds and some fruit.
With the word we had found the ship's long boat, there was much mirth in the camp that night, a bright, cool night as I remember it, with the rising June moon. The birds were roasted and the fruit passed about while we spoke of Jamaica. "Bah! We'll never see Jamaica, tis our fate to grow old and die 'ere on this God forsaken sandbar, you'll see, we'll all see!" Bob kept insisting, he reminded me of that dreadful bloke on the Wizard, and who met his fate in the maelstrom. I thought what an appalling way to view life. For the most part he was ignored, and he shut up for awhile after Lt. Chester told him, "Pipe down ya ole goat for I 'ave ya on a picket and roast ya up for the rest of us to eat, then we'll all 'ave a lit'le peace, and a bit of ole goat, hey." With that, we all did a little cheering, and had a good laugh at ole Bob's expense.
So the next day started our third effort to build a means of escape, except this time we didn't have to build it, just repair one the good Lord had chosen to bless us with. It took all seven of us to carry her from the beach, which was about three miles to the north of the southern point, back to the pail for repairs. She was about seventeen feet long and quite the heavy craft. I for one never dreamed it would be so heavy, it was no wonder we couldn't move the piragua.
The main problem with this craft was it had dried out, and there were gaps between the planks, and it leaked as though it wasn't a boat at all. To remedy this, we brewed up a vat of pitch, which we made from the sap of one of the local trees, which had a very sticky quality about it, and appeared to inure with age. We used this pitch along with coconut husks to make a caulking to fill these gaps between the planks, and seal the boat up. We had her bottom’s up across two logs so we could see and seal all the leaks there along her bottom.
So, after a couple of days, we were just about ready to put this boat in the water for trials, and if it held up, the plans were to rig it with a sail and rudder in order that we may determine a course, which was most desirable, for otherwise we would be at the will of the sea, or we should have to row it to Jamaica.
Bob, while stirring the pitch, was again telling us how this boat would never carry us all, and that we would most likely drown at sea. When he pulled the paddle from the mixture, he dragged a bit of the pitch into the flame, instead of scrapping it from the oar, as we all knew to do. This of course set the oar on fire, which gave Bob the fright. He began to run around, swinging the blazing paddle about in a most disconcerting manner. As he came around the vat of pitch he tripped over one of the tripod legs, and fell face first into the sand, sending the blazing oar flying thru the air and onto the boat, which set it to flaming right quick, for it was covered in fresh pitch, and burned quite hot indeed. All efforts to put it out failed, including water, which seemed to just roll off of it as though it were a blazing duck.
This upset all of us quite, and David Mitcham shouted, "you dunderite, I'll 'ave your 'ead I will, I'll not stay 'ere with the likes of you." Then picking up one of the swords, made a move for Bob.
That's when Chester stepped in and said, "Now David, we don't 'ave to 'ave 'is 'ead"
Then William said, "Let's tar 'im up like a big bird, and see if 'e don't suit us better!" Everyone froze, this idea played well, as they all mulled it over, I didn't know of what he spoke, but I could tell the rest did, and it appeared to suit them quite.
Then William looked at me and said, "George, go and get t’at sack o’ feat’ers in the ‘ut, we goin' 'ave some justice we are!" So I ran to the pail and got the sack of feathers, (from all the birds we'd been eating), as I did this I heard Bob start screaming. When I returned, they had him stripped down to nothing and was smearing him with hot pitch, Bob for his part was screaming and trying to put up a struggle, but they were angry indeed and not to be denied. When they had him covered in pitch, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, they hit Bob with the feathers, and the feathers stuck to him fast. By the time they turned him loose, he looked a bit like a battered wild goose, truly an amusing sight he was, as he ran about screaming what a bunch of heathens we all were, and this put us all in a better mood, save Bob, as our third attempt came to a blazing conclusion. ©

George Henry Nichols

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Self defense in the United Kingdom

You're sound asleep when you hear a thump outside your bedroom door.
Half-awake, and nearly paralyzed with fear, you hear muffled whispers.
At least two people have broken into your house and are moving your way.
With your heart pumping, you reach down beside your
bed and pick up your shotgun.
You rack a shell into the chamber, then inch toward the door and open it.
In the darkness, you make out two shadows.
One holds something that looks like a crowbar.
When the intruder brandishes it as if to strike, you
raise the shotgun and fire.
The blast knocks both thugs to the floor.
One writhes and screams while the second man crawls
to the front door and lurches outside.
As you pick up the telephone to call police, you know you're in trouble.
In your country, most guns were outlawed years before, and
the few that are privately owned are so
stringently regulated as to make them useless..
Yours was never registered.
Police arrive and inform you that the second burglar has died.
They arrest you for First Degree Murder and Illegal Possession of a Firearm.
When you talk to your attorney, he tells you not to worry: authorities
will probably plea the case down to manslaughter.
"What kind of sentence will I get?" you ask.
"Only ten-to-twelve years," he replies, as if that's nothing.
"Behave yourself, and you'll be out in seven."
The next day, the shooting is the lead story in the local newspaper.
Somehow, you're portrayed as an eccentric vigilante while the two
men you shot are represented as choirboys.
Their friends and relatives can't find an unkind word to say about them..
Buried deep down in the article, authorities acknowledge that both
"victims" have been arrested numerous times.
But the next day's headline says it all:
"Lovable Rogue Son Didn't Deserve to Die."
The thieves have been transformed from career criminals into
Robin Hood-type pranksters..
As the days wear on, the story takes wings.
The national media picks it up, then the international media.
The surviving burglar has become a folk hero.
Your attorney says the thief is preparing to sue you, and he'll probably win.
The media publishes reports that your home has been burglarized
several times in the past and that you've been critical of local police for
their lack of effort in apprehending the suspects.
After the last break-in, you told your neighbor that you would be prepared next time.
The District Attorney uses this to allege that you were lying in wait for the burglars.
A few months later, you go to trial.
The charges haven't been reduced, as your lawyer had so confidently predicted.
When you take the stand, your anger at the injustice of it all works against you..
Prosecutors paint a picture of you as a mean, vengeful man.
It doesn't take long for the jury to convict you of all charges.
The judge sentences you to life in prison.
This case really happened.
On August 22, 1999, Tony Martin of Emneth, Norfolk, England, killed
one burglar and wounded a second.
In April, 2000, he was convicted and is now serving a life term..
How did it become a crime to defend one's own life in the once great British Empire?
It started with the Pistols Act of 1903.
This seemingly reasonable law forbade selling pistols to minors or felons and
established that handgun sales were to be made only to those who had a license.
The Firearms Act of 1920 expanded licensing to include not only
handguns but all firearms except shotguns..
Later laws passed in 1953 and 1967 outlawed the carrying of any weapon by
private citizens and mandated the registration of all shotguns.

Momentum for total handgun confiscation began in earnest after the Hungerford mass
shooting in 1987.Michael Ryan, a mentally disturbed man with a Kalashnikov
rifle, walked down the streets shooting everyone he saw.
When the smoke cleared, 17 people were dead.
The British public, already de-sensitized by eighty years of "gun control", demanded
even tougher restrictions. (The seizure of all privately owned handguns
was the objective even though Ryan used a rifle.)
Nine years later, at Dunblane, Scotland, Thomas Hamilton used a semi-automatic
weapon to murder 16 children and a teacher at a public school.
For many years, the media had portrayed all gun owners as mentally unstable,
or worse, criminals. Now the press had a real kook with which
to beat up law-abiding gun owners. Day after day, week after week, the media
gave up all pretense of objectivity and demanded a total ban on all handguns.
The Dunblane Inquiry, a few months later, sealed the fate of the few side arms
still owned by private citizens.
During the years in which the British government incrementally took away most gun
rights, the notion that a citizen had the right to armed self-defense came to be seen
as vigilantism. Authorities refused to grant gun licenses to people who were threatened,
claiming that self-defense was no longer considered a reason to own a gun.
Citizens who shot burglars or robbers or rapists were charged while the real criminals were released.
Indeed, after the Martin shooting, a police spokesman was quoted as saying,
"We cannot have people take the law into their own hands."
All of Martin's neighbors had been robbed numerous times, and several
elderly people were severely injured in beatings by young thugs who
had no fear of the consequences. Martin himself, a collector of antiques, had
seen most of his collection trashed or stolen by burglars.
When the Dunblane Inquiry ended, citizens who owned handguns
were given three months to turn them over to local authorities.
Being good British subjects, most people obeyed the law. The few who
didn't were visited by police and threatened with ten-year prison sentences
if they didn't comply.
Police later bragged that they'd taken nearly 200,000 handguns from private citizens.
How did the authorities know who had handguns?
The guns had been registered and licensed.
Kind of like cars. Sound familiar?

WAKE UP AMERICA;
THIS IS WHY OUR FOUNDING FATHERS PUT THE SECOND
AMENDMENT IN OUR CONSTITUTION.

If you think this is important, please forward to everyone you know.
You had better wake up, because the government is doing this very same
thing, over here, if he can get it done .
And there are stupid people in congress and on the street
that will go right along with it

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