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16 Years Forogtten

By the way if you have not ever read this blog I recommend you read some of it as this young lady has a very special message that could benefit you.   I am a 70 year old “old fart” and I love to read her post.

Posted on September 11, 2017 by beautybeyondbones

You know what is terrifying?

The fact that most high school seniors were born after September 11, 2001.
Yep. Seniors in high school. Did not experience 9/11. Many were born after the terror attacks.

My mind. Can’t. Comprehend.

It’s been 16 years.

The slogan has been and always will be: 9/11: Never Forget.

Never Forget the 3000 lives that were lost that day in the towers. The 343 NY fire fighters who lost their lives, including the fire house chaplain, Fr. Mychal Judge who was hit by falling rubble while giving a victim last rites. The children who lost parents or loved ones that fateful day.

Never Forget that our country was viciously attacked in a calculated, and cold blooded way.

But you want to know the sad truth?

We have forgotten.

I remember right after the attacks, there was a shortage of American Flags across the United States.

A shortage. Every store was sold out. Because people were hanging them outside of their homes, car windows, mailboxes, cubicles, – you name it. People were even spray-painting their lawns the American Flag. There were candle light vigils and patriotic concerts.

Everything was God Bless America.

Now a days, we can’t even get our professional athletes to stand up during the National Anthem at sporting events, for crying out loud.

We’re fighting to remove “Under God” from our pledge of allegiance.

We’ve got pop stars proclaiming that they “hate America” and openly disrespecting our country and the flag – and encouraging others to do the same.
Not to mention the complete farce people – and the media – have made of President Trump and the first family.

This was not the America of 16 years ago.

The America, 16 years ago, stood up for itself. The America, 16 years ago, was not afraid to draw a definitive line between right and wrong, and enforce consequences for offenders.

Now a-days, we can’t even call someone by their God-given sex, without the threat of offending someone or being the target for public shame – or even worse – getting labeled as part of a “hate group.”

Somewhere during the process of the “Snowflaking-of-America,” we’ve completely forgotten about the day we were attacked, not once – not twice – but four times: Twice in NYC, Once at the Pentagon, and Once in Pennsylvania.

I was walking along the West Side Highway in New York City today, and the next thing I know, the road is closed, and literally 1,000s of motorcycles are parading down the avenue. There are helicopters and police escorts, and for literally 25 minutes, hundreds and hundreds of bikes, bedecked with American Flags and patriotic swag caravanned from Ground Zero to midtown in honor of the anniversary of 9/11.

These people remembered.

These people were not afraid to raise our flag with pride and reverence.

These people were showing respect, and God bless them for it.

Why is forgetting 9/11 such a crime?

Because it makes us take our freedom for granted.

It makes us forget that our freedom is actually a gift. People have died for our freedom. It came with a price.

So the next time you’re stuck in line at airport security, just remember that 9/11 is the reason you’re having to take off your shoes. And belt. And jewelry. And getting a pat down.

Why? Because on September 11, 2001, hijackers got on airplanes and attacked the United States of America.

But we stood up for our country.

We made a vow never to forget.

And it’s time we started acting like it.

It’s time we start respecting our elected officials and work to cooperate together instead of demonstrating hatred and anger and an uncompromising spirit through violent protests and marches.

America, 16 years ago – came together when the chips were down. We united.
America today – we’re hostile with one another: venomously divided, – and violently defensive.

I don’t like it. I don’t like it one little bit.

And I get it, our country is far from perfect. There are still some serious issues – racisim and sexism just to name a few. But cooperation is a two way street, and all sides have a role to play. So that with our freedom, and with a cooperative spirit, we can continue to make progress against these issues in a county that allows us the freedom to do so.

Maybe this hurricane is falling on the anniversary of September 11, as a God-facilitated catalyst for our country to come together.

Because quite honestly, we’re at a breaking point.

Maybe this emergency is just the situation we needed to set aside our differences, and come together as a United nation. The United States of America. One nation – under God, indivisible, with liberty, and justice for all.


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Old Vs. New

Recently I got out my old 7inch reel to reel tape deck and after a while I got it to working
and have been listening to it off and on for a month or so now. I like the look and feel of it and the sound is great but I have noticed a few inconveniences of using it versus playing a CD or MP3 on the computer.

Right away I noticed a couple of things about the old technology that is not as convenient
as the CD’s or MP3’s. You can’t just hit one button to advance or go back a song or to
replay a song over. You have to put it on fast rewind or fast forward and then stop it to
see where you are and then go through the process over until you happen to stop it in the right place for you. Plus when the side of the tape is over you have to turn it over and
re-thread it and connect it to the take up reel.

Animal Rights Activists

It’s just my weird way of thinking and seeing things but I am now thinking that with Sea World not having any whale or dolphin shows and with Barnum and Baily now shut down that this will have a negative effect on animals in the world.

Todays vocal activists became interested in animals after experiencing them by visiting places like SeaWorld and the Circus.  The dilemma is this.  Without the spark of interest created by such places as Barnum and Bailey and SeaWorld  there will be fewer and fewer of these so called activists to worry about animal rights.  That means that these activists have set their own cause back about 50 years or more.  There needs to be more tolerance and flexibility to further the cause and not kill it.

But of course the hard core activists (whatever the cause) are absolutely never satisfied and keep pushing further and further.  These activists will seen find out what other activists have started to find out, that the silent majority will allow itself to be pushed just so far and then they will start pushing back;  and that push back will be further and harder then they normally would taking back a lot of the ground that the activists have gained.

I Just Don’t Get It

The very people and groups who call everyone racists and sees racial overtones in literally everyone and everything are the very ones who when they first see a person see first the  color, race, religion, clothes and so forth first and do not see the person first.   And they also think that a black person, Asian or gay person are so weak and inept that they can’t think or fend for themselves.  And who appointed these asinine liberals to speak for all groups in the world;  did anyone ask these folks if they need or want these people  to think for them.

I have seen obsessive animal lovers who say they won’t eat meat because it means an animal has to die and it is cruel.  But I have noticed over time that these same people always without fail will make sure the dog or cat food they buy for their animals have “meat” in it.  I don’t get it,  is that meat in the animal foods not really meat – I don’t think so,  I’ve read the label.

I don’t get it when I hear liberals rail against capital punishment as being cruel and inhumane but these same folks are all pro abortion.   So somehow killing and mutilating babies is somehow ok?  Of course the other side is a bit inconsistent also as Pro Life usually means Pro Capital Punishment;   I am in this group I am afraid as if killers are put to death then they will not be hurting other people in the future.

On the lighter side when going to the grocery store to pick up toilet paper I find that it is not called toilet paper,  it is called bath tissue.  Now who among us has ever bathed with and dried off with “bath tissue”?   It is toilet paper folks – always was and always will be.

Quotes for March 18th

I never expected to see the day when girls would get sunburned in the places they do today.
Will Rogers
I’m not a real movie star. I’ve still got the same wife I started out with twenty-eight years ago.
Will Rogers
Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.
Will Rogers

I’m a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.
Oscar Levant

Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m schizophrenic, and so am I.
Oscar Levant

I don’t drink. I don’t like it. It makes me feel good.
Oscar Levant

 

 

 

Quotes by Peter Marshall

Christianity is a power religion. Christ has the power to re-create men from the inside out, as every man who has ever met Him knows.
Peter Marshall

We forget that God sometimes has to say No. We pray to Him as our heavenly Father, and like wise human fathers, He often says, No, not from whim or caprice, but from wisdom and from love, and knowing what is best for us.
Peter Marshall

A different world cannot be built by indifferent people.
Peter Marshall

Let us not be content to wait and see what will happen, but give us the determination to make the right things happen.
Peter Marshall

O God, forgive the poverty and the pettiness of our prayers . Listen not to our words but to the yearnings of our hearts. Hear beneath our petitions the crying of our need.
Peter Marshall

Most of us know perfectly well what we ought to do; our trouble is that we do not want to do it.
Peter Marshall

Poem by James Kavanaugh

From the book “Laughing Down Lonely Canyons”

I’m Gonna Sit Here

I’m gonna sit here

     Till passion returns

      And tells me where to go.

I don’t care if it’s Heaven

     or hell or home,

I don’t care if it’s work

     or play or sex,

I don’t care if it’s rich

     or poor or madness

I don’t even care

     If it’s riding a white horse naked on a

          freeway

     Or lining up as we did as kids

          For a pissing contest in the old

          schoolyard.

I’m not going anywhere

     — even unto death —

Until I can go passionately.

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