Minnesota

Al Franken cheated his way into one of Minnesota's Senatorial seats by calling for and receiving numerous vote recounts. His opponent, Norm Coleman conceded to spare the good people of Minnesota further embarrassment. First Jesse Ventura and now this. A good many dead people had to vote for this mullet. The Democrat machine in Minnesota, using the tactics usually reserved for Chicago politics and ACORN, made it work out so Franken won by sixty votes. I'm sorry for those of you who legitimately voted for the other candidate only to see your votes disallowed. To the rest of you, we can only wonder what your I.Q. is. I'm sure this guy will be a great asset to the people of the United States of America. Thanks for filling our U. S. house and Senate with morons. Just what we need at this time in the life of our country. And, for those Republicans like Texas Senator John Cornyn who was one of the first to welcome Franken to the Senate, please know we have your number.

How to Practice Cell Phone Etiquette - wikiHow

How to Practice Cell Phone Etiquette - wikiHow

I'll be away for the 4th of July for a few days. I'll have my cell phone with me, but it is my practice not to take it with me where others would be disturbed if it rings. I also don't like to broadcast what I'm talking about to the entire world. Here is a poem I wrote several years ago highlighting some of the problems. Let Freedom Ring this July 4th instead of your cell phone.

TRANQUILITY LOST

Whoever thought a modern invention,

designed to assist us,

could cause such contention?

In theory it’s great,

a freeing contraption.

But freedom’s a dream,

an illusive distraction.

.

We’re free, but we’re not.

We can’t get away.

It’s there in our lives

every night, every day.

No rest at a meal,

in a movie or church.

No relief from the thing

at play or at work.

“Turn it off, turn it off.”

There are signs and announcements,

admonitions and pleadings,

proclamations, pronouncements.

We forgot to consider the human condition.

That one fatal flaw that leads to perdition.

“It’s mine, it’s mine.”

they say as they flaunt.

“I’ll force you to listen.

I don’t care what you want.”

We swerve and careen

ever faster and bolder

with that hard plastic case

pinned twixt cheekbone and shoulder.

We’ll pass laws I am sure,

but who will obey them?

We’ll never return to those

days without mayhem.

Dennis Price

The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity.
- George Bernard Shaw

Strongarm Government

Here is a You Tube Video featuring a United States Representative speaking about the abuses of power in our current administration. This should chill you to the bone. If it doesn't, then you are in denial about who is running our government and how they are doing it. Gangster Government. I hope this spurs you to call your elected representatives and ask them "What the heck is going on in Washington, D.C. ?"

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson

Just Thinking

I took a ride around the back yard the other day and just did some thinking. Life hasn't changed much since the beginning of time. Mankind has never just "gotten along." Cain got jealous and killed his brother Abel, and that was a long time ago. Since then men have been fighting and messing up on a daily basis. Our technology shrinks our world and we are too aware of what is happening all around us. We can't stand reality, so we create reality which in reality is not reality. No wonder beer sales are up. Just pick any point in history and dive in. Be sure and have your shower ready for use when you decide to come up for air. Not even the diversions we create to take our minds off of the lie that we are "making progress" are free from scandal. Left alone to our own devises we would disintegrate. How has our young nation managed to survive and prosper for these few hundred years? Well, I submit that individuals in this nation from the beginning to the present have acknowledged a power higher than themselves and have had the good sense to seek guidance. And, to the degree that we collectively have recognized our own shortcomings and have been humble enough not to follow our "gut" instincts but instead have followed a higher calling, we have been blessed. I highly recommend that we look upward instead of inward for our salvation. God has a plan. He showed it to us in the person of Jesus Christ. My bible says Christ is the only way to God. Did you ever wish you had the answer in a multiple choice test ahead of time? God gave it to you. The world is giving us all of those other ridiculous answers. Just circle the one with the name of Jesus Christ next to it. My old horse occasionally spooks and tries jump out from under me. I have to rein him in. I'm the same way. God reins me in on a daily basis. I hope you have a great Sunday pondering the World as a whole.

If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day.
- John A. Wheeler

Holy Greenbacks Batman!

Dear Dr. Obama,

I realize you have vast experience derived from your four years in politics and your taxpayer supported years in community organizing, but before you attempt to put all the private sector under your knowing umbrella, I have a few questions. Firstly; "Are you Constitutionally qualified to be President? Secondly; "What provision in the U. S. Constitution allows you to dabble in areas specifically reserved for the States?" Thirdly; "Where did you get your medical knowledge, and extensive knowledge of the Insurance Industry?" I presume it was learned in those early years in Kenya and Indonesia. Surely you were too busy earning your law degree and providing legal aid to communist radicals to have picked it up after that. I really haven't been too impressed with your solutions related to Banking and Automobile Manufacture. I have not seen one job created since your uncontrolled spending programs began after your inauguration. I have seen numerous family owned businesses fail and with them the jobs they provided. I understand you had an honorary PhD (Piled Higher and Deeper) in B.S. conferred by Notre Dame, so I guess you really are a doctor. We all know what B.S. is and I would have to agree you have mastered that.
One more question if you don't mind, "What government administered program has ever been a success?" I know that is a hard question, but maybe you could check with your knowledgeable friends at the "Huffington Post" blog. I know the answer. "Are you ready?" NONE. I bet you didn't ever have to pull out your pocket Wang to get that answer right did you? We all know what you are about. I have asked and received answers from Insurance specialists, and real medical doctors related to the cost of health care. All confirmed my suspicion that governmental interference and regulation in both fields have significantly increased the cost of doing business, and conversely the quality of the end product.
I do think this country needs an operation to get it back on track. We need an Obamaectomy. I think we're still in the early stages of infection and radical surgery could save us. However, we might have to go outside of Washington, D.C. to find surgeons with enough skill to complete the operation. While we are in there we could do a major lipo-suction on all the "Pork Fat" we find and install a lap band to keep it from coming back.

The more things change, the more they remain... insane.
- Michael Fry and T. Lewis

The Mean Green

Attention all border patrol agents....Be on the lookout for a 1951 Chevy, White over Red. The vehicle is thought to be used for transporting illegal immigrants!

Fathers

Where would we be without them? I hope if you are a Father you were feted yesterday. I had a wonderful day with my family. I now have a new bottle of expensive cologne and the promise of a pair of expensive flip-flops with arch supports built in. The canvas straps on my old pair are fraying and could go at any moment. I suppose you might be wondering about the rather large head stone to commemorate the day. Well this is a monument erected to honor the memory of my great great grandfather, Reverend Thomas Price. It is located in a small cemetery in south Mississippi. It contains a brief history of the family carved in stone on both sides, and a list of the direct decendants. The brick pavers were purchased by living decendants to pay for the memorial. I never knew the man, but he must have been a man who many considered worthy. I can make this deduction because I knew his great grandson, my father. It seems strange now that I'm older to consider I've know some of my friends longer than I knew my father. He died in 1963 on the day before my sixteenth birthday. I knew him for fifteen years. He has been gone now for forty six years and he was forty six when he died. The difference is I carry his genetic code and I can still remember him as clearly today as I ever did. Poems are created from memories brought to life again. I wrote this poem about my dad just a few short years ago. I am proud to have my paver next to his on the monument to my great great grandfather.

WHAT’S IN A NAME?

Over 40 years ago, he died.

I still miss him everyday.

Quiet country boy – Brought up hard.

Learned early how to make his way.

Strong from work and tan from sun.

Dark hair and winning smile.

I never saw him waiver, change,

in good times or in trial.

He loved hard work, family.

Served his country. Spoke the truth.

Taught with bible and example.

Twigs need bending in their youth.

Outdoors was his favorite place.

Hunting, fishing, sun, fresh air.

He taught me manly lessons

when there were no women there.

Grave illness struck, he fought hard,

working right up to the end.

He crossed the bar so peacefully

to meet his Lord, and friend.

The world won’t know how great he was.

He had no wealth or fame.

Because he would not compromise

the value of his name.

I’m older now than he was

when he left this mortal frame.

But hope, that like my dad I leave

the treasure of a name.

Dennis Price

I had forgotten about this second little poem also penned to honor the strength of his memory.

Memory

Through the thin wall

I heard my father’s voice.

Long gone, but still there.

Dennis Price