The King’s Donkey, Shame On You Shame On Me, Al Gore & The English Teacher, Al Gore & The Glaciers

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Do you know why all good stories start out “Once upon a time”? I don’t know either, they just do. Sometimes things in life seem to have been there forever. Even the first book of the Bible, Genesis, starts “In the beginning”. Now that’s Once upon a time, said a different way, kinda.


Once upon a time there was a king who wanted to go fishing. He called the royal weather forecaster and wanted to know the weather forecast for the next few hours. The royal weatherman assured him that there was not even a slight chance of rain for several days. So the king went fishing.


Now when the king goes fishing it’s not just the king and a can of worms, oh no. It’s also the queen. The king and queen can never go anywhere without their man and maid servers who attend to every wish of the  king and queen.


Then should the king and queen decide to go outside the palace, they have to be protected. So too goes the forerunner of the secret service, the protectors of the crown. Of course the royal groupies, the royal court, must also go along. Where  the king goes, the groupies follow. Even the court jester has to go fishing, just in case the king needs some entertainment. And so it was that by the time everybody got ready to go fishing, the fishing party numbers swelled to 497. Not counting the worms of course.


On the way the king met a farmer on his donkey. Upon seeing the king the farmer said, “Your Majesty, you should return to the palace at once because in just a short time Iexpect a huge amount of rain to fall in this area”.

The king was most polite and considerate, he replied: “I hold the palace meteorologist in high regard. He is an extensively educated and experienced professional. Besides, I pay him very high wages. He gave me a very different forecast. I trust him and I will continue on my way.” So the fishing party continued on.

However, a short time later a torrential rain fell from the sky. The King and Queen were totally soaked and their royal court  chuckled under their breath upon seeing them in such a wet state of affairs. Furious, the king returned to the palace and gave the order to fire the royal weatherman immediately!

Then he summoned the farmer and offered him the prominent and high paying role of royal weather forecaster.
The farmer said, “Your Majesty, I do not know anything about forecasting.  I obtain my information from my donkey. If I see my donkey’s ears drooping, it means with certainty that it will rain.”

So the king hired the donkey.  And that, boys and girls, was the real beginning of the practice of hiring asses to work in the government and occupy its highest and most influential positions.


And it all happened Once Upon A Time.


Much as expected when last week I poked fun at Hillary Clinton, the crazies got on my case.  Those folks forever use the same old and tired tactic. That being, when you can’t defend your position by disputing facts and recorded records, then attack the messenger, and so they did.


It continues to amazes me that so many left leaning “progressive liberal”(a term they call themselves, I for one have a different name to call ‘em) minded people believe “shame on you” is a proper retort to factual statements.  Another favorite phrase used by of those folks in an attempt to shut off any different opinion to their own point of view is “you disappoint me”. DUH! Disappointment is a two way street.

I sometimes wonder if progressive liberalism is a form of mental illness. 50 years of the liberal “War on Poverty”. Poverty won the war, plain and simple. More poverty now than 50 years ago. Look at major cities controlled by progressive liberal politicians. Detroit, Baltimore, Chicago, Washington D.C., Ferguson, MO. The common thread over the last several decades, progressive liberal administrations.


The common result of decades of progressive liberal administrations in these cities, well I don’t really have to list them. You already hear and see about them most every night on the news. Too much crime, too much murder, too much drug use, too much single parent homes.  The solution is always dump more money down the rat hole.  It’s kinda like having a flat tire on your car. You can pump more air in and watch it leak out  while never gaining on the problem. Or you can fix the flat. Progressive liberal thinking has never fixed a flat.


The above is in response to an email from a lady in Seattle WA getting on my case for a couple weeks ago commenting about my ole friend Al Gore. Guess she must have taken umbrage to my comments about Al Gore. So the lady said shame on you, you disappoint me.  What the hell, I don’t even know the ole girl and she’s shaming on me??? That just not right. And I’m disappointing her. Well lotte-da.


Most of you already know of my friend in Nebraska who’s a retired high school English Teacher. She has forever reviewed my writing for correct English and most ever week points out my lack of proper use of the English Language and the written word. One time she was particularly critical of how I had said something. I told her if she’s that critical to just stop reading. I was then told it was not my  choice as to what she reads. And for me to just shut up and write. Well, me and this ole girl, we just get along. Oh, and she usually gives me a weekly grade. Sometimes a good grade, sometimes not so good. But always a little smiley face at the end of her email.


I reference my Nebraska friend here because on the same day as the shame on you email, I get an email from Nebraska thanking me for once again socking it to Al Gore. Seems my English Teacher friend is not a fan of the inventor of the internet.


Just one quick mention of Al Gore and we’ll leave that sleeping  dog lie. On the day Al Gore was born there were 130,000 glaciers in the whole world. Today, after all the good work Al Gore has done in weather research, first with Global Warming, then when that didn’t work out right, jumping smack dab into Climate Change, there are only 130,000 glaciers left in the whole world. Guess Al Gore must be doing something right.


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BobbyRay At  The EastWing


From The EastWing, Hillary Bill & Batman

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Watching Hillary Clinton make every effort to run a presidential campaign in the presence of lingering, nagging, and forever more troublesome tribulations of her own making as the summer prepares to fall into autumn.  After many, many years of Bill trying his best to convince the world that his wife is something she’s not, Hillary  appears to finally think she’s Batman.


We’ve all loved Batman from when he first left the Batcave . He truly fights for truth, justice and the American way. Batman has forever captured the hearts of us all. Batman can do no wrong. Now his sidekick is another story. Robin is the odd guy out with Batman. We don’t know for sure what Robin is even suppose to do.  Now when it comes to saving the day, Robin is pure worthless. Robin never saves the day.  Batman is the glory. We all love the glory side of life.


We’ve all now come to realize that Bill Clinton is simply  a friendly, likeable liar, and that’s just the way it is. That’s just Bill Clinton. It depends on what is, is.  For many years Bill has been trying his best to make Hillary into something akin to a superhero.


Not everyone may remember back  in 2007 Hillary was running for President, the first time. Bill made a 5 – minute TV political commercial for  Hillary in which he starts out by saying he wants to share some things we may not know about Hillary’s background. Bill then proceeded to tell his version  of the Hillary Story. It didn’t take much fact checking to confirm Bill’s effort to turn Hillary into  Batman.


Bill says: “In law school, Hillary worked on legal services for the poor.”
The facts are: Hillary’s main extra-curricular activity in law school was helping the Black Panthers, on trial in Connecticut for torturing and killing a federal agent. She went to court every day as part of a law student monitoring committee trying to spot civil rights violations and develop grounds for appeal.

Bill says: “Hillary spent a year after graduation working on a children’s rights project for poor kids.”
The facts are: Hillary interned with Bob Truehaft, the head of the California Communist Party. She met Bob when he represented the Panthers and traveled all the way to San Francisco to take an internship with him.

Bill says: “Hillary could have written her own job ticket, but she turned down all the lucrative job offers.”
The facts are: Hillary flunked the DC bar exam; yes, flunked. It is a matter of record, and only passed the Arkansas bar. She had no job offers in Arkansas – none – and only got hired by the University of Arkansas Law School at Fayetteville because Bill was already teaching there. She did not join the prestigious Rose Law Firm until Bill became Arkansas Attorney General and was made a partner only after he was elected Arkansas Governor.

Bill says: “President Carter appointed Hillary to the Legal Services Board of Directors and she became its chairman.”
The facts are: The appointment was in exchange for Bill’s support for Carter in his 1980 primary against Ted Kennedy. Hillary then became chairman in a coup in which she won a majority away from Carter’s choice to be chairman.

Bill says: “She served on the board of the Arkansas Children’s Hospital.”
The facts are: Yes, she did. But her main board activity, not mentioned by Bill, was to sit on the Wal-Mart board of directors for a substantial fee. She was silent about their labor and health care practices.

Bill says: “Hillary didn’t succeed at getting health care for all Americans in 1994, but she kept working at it and helped to create the Children’s Health Insurance Program (CHIP) that provides five million children with health insurance.”
The facts are: Hillary had nothing to do with creating CHIP. It was included in the budget deal between Clinton and Republican Majority Leader Senator Trent Lott. The money came half from the budget deal and half from the Attorney Generals’ tobacco settlement. Hillary had nothing to do with either source of funds.

Bill says: “Hillary was the face of America all over the world.”
The facts are: Her visits were part of a program to get her out of town so that Bill would not appear weak by feeding stories that Hillary was running the White House. Her visits abroad were entirely touristic and symbolic and there was no substantive diplomacy on any of them.

Bill says: “Hillary was an excellent Senator who kept fighting for children’s and women’s issues.”
The facts are: Other than totally meaningless legislation like changing the names on courthouses and post offices, she has passed only four substantive pieces of legislation. One set up a national park in Puerto Rico . A second provided respite care for family members helping their relatives through Alzheimer’s or other conditions. And two were routine bills to aid 911 victims and responders which were sponsored by the entire NY delegation. Presently she is trying to have the US memorialize the Woodstock fiasco of 40 years ago.

Here’s what bothers me more than anything else about Hillary Clinton: She’s done everything possible to weaken the President and our country (that’s you and me!) when it comes to the war on terror.

1. Hillary wants to close GITMO and move the combatants to the USA where they would have access to our legal system.
2. Hillary wants to eliminate the monitoring of suspected Al Qaeda phone calls to/from the USA .
3. Hillary wants to grant constitutional rights to enemy combatants captured on the battlefield.
4. Hillary wants to eliminate the monitoring of money transfers between suspected Al Qaeda cells and supporters in the USA .
5. Hillary wants to eliminate the type of interrogation tactics used by the military & CIA where coercion might be used when questioning known terrorists even though such tactics might save American lives.

One cannot think of a single bill Hillary has introduced or a single comment she has made that would tend to strengthen our country in the War on Terror. But, one can think of a lot of comments she has made that weaken our country and make it a more dangerous situation for all of us. Bottom line: She goes hand in hand with the ACLU on far too many issues where common sense is abandoned.

Despite his best efforts, Bill Clinton has been unable to produce a superhero.


Hillary’s not Batman, why she’s not even Robin. And we don’t even like Robin that much anyhow.  Like Dick Morris, a former long time aid to Bill Clinton said, “this country may well be ready for a woman president, but not this one”.


Oh, by the way, I’m sure you’ve heard that the FBI is investigating Hillary’s E-mail computer. That is not true. The FBI is investigating Hillary Clinton.  In the total history of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, they have never investigated a machine. The Bureau doesn’t investigate machines, they investigate people. In this investigation it’s Hillary Clinton, a superhero want-a-be.


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The Email Jumping On Me, Me Jumping On Climate Change, Coke & Climate Change

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Seems I offended the climate change folks in my remarks last week. Well I was told in no uncertain words that people a lot smarter than I and knew a lot more than I do  about climate change, all agreed that climate change was occurring and there was nothing we could do about it, except what the scientists tell us is best for the planet.

Not looking to engage in verbal  wars on the matter of climate change, BUT !

As stated last week, there is no know clean scientific research to support the position of climate change. The  only global warming support is in computer models. Now make sure you hear what I said there. The only global warming support is in computer models.  The data used in the computer models has been skewed to support the outcome desired.

One example of such being, if you calculate the average temperature for a given month that has we’ll say has 30 days and record each daily temperature then throw out the lowest recording and add the remaining 29, then divide by 30, you get one answer. Leave in the lowest recording and still divide by 30, you get lower temperature answer.

It’s important to keep in mind that climate change has now grown into its own industry. Yes, climate change has now become an industry onto its self. Worldwide this industry spends $1,000,000,000,000. And what do we get for spending a Trillion Dollars? More scientific data indicating  that we need to continue to do research on climate change.

But hey, like the friend who told me about the scientists who know a lot more than I do about such matters. I’m assuming we all agree that those folks whose livelihood depends on computer research on climate change make every effort to ensure that their work is completely unbiased and they are working solely for the truth, and will not predetermine any outcomes. Surely the scientific community would be 100% honesty  in their search for the truth.

The scientific community is a reflection of life. And life, time and time again, has demonstrated that those who foot the bill can and will impact the outcome. What drives this new industry onto its self to keep going?  Job security, plain and simple. The underlying support data is never discussed when we’re informed the planet it getting hotter. But we don’t hear about getting hotter anymore. Cause the planet is not getting hotter.

The last report I read on global warming stated that the reason the world is not getting warmer, all the extra heat is going into the ocean. So the oceans are getting warmer and we don’t know it. Old tried and tired alarmist tactics used to further fund climate change. A new industry has been created that does not manufacture, does not sale a service, only creates work for those in the industry. That work, making sure we all pour more money into research into climate change.

Climate change exists in predictions based on computer modeling alone.  There is no data, there is no evidence.  It used to be global cooling.  Then it was global warming.  Now it’s “climate change” so that any apparently abnormal weather event can be attributed to climate change. Be it a tornado, be it a two-inch rainstorm, even a hailstorm that damages a jetliner can be blamed on climate change.  Yes!

So how it works — and they’ve done that with these climate change-prediction models and a “consensus of scientists” — consensus of scientists, but not all.  Because there are many scientists who do not believe what the so-called consensus says.  We never are told what this consensus of scientists study. Maybe it’s weather maybe it something completely unrelated to weather. Maybe their guess is as good as yours when it comes to weather.

Just in case you don’t believe the science community can be bought, may I remind you that Coca-Cola, the world’s largest maker of pop with sugar, is backing a new ‘science-based’ solution to the obesity crisis: To maintain a healthy weight, get more exercise and worry less about cutting calories.”  All of a sudden scientists aren’t so good, because the New York Times has found a bunch of scientists that Coca-Cola apparently is paying to say that drinks like Coke  have nothing to do with obesity.  But wait!

If Coca-Cola can find scientists and get an opinion that they want from by paying them, do you think the same thing could happen to climate change scientists and a “consensus” of them?  Do you think somebody could come along and offer those scientists enough money? I mean, if anybody’s paying attention, they’re  is writing their own obituary in this stuff.   They’re undermining the whole notion of a scientific consensus. Now it can be bought and paid for by Coca-Cola.

As I read the story of the Coke funded research, one could only conclude that  the New York Times admits that scientists can be bought.  The New York Times inadvertently tells us that scientists can be corrupt.  Yeah.  When Coca-Cola wants scientists to say that their drinks do not contribute to people being fat, there are scientists that’ll take the money and say it.  Well, could there be scientists who would take the money and say what say ever Al Gore wants them to say?  After all, for the man who invented the internet, controlling the weather should be a piece of cake, or maybe that should be a piece of ice.

Now not wanting to pick on ole Al Gore, but I’m sure you all have heard of the old saying “A snowball’s chance in hell”. Well based on his latest research, Al Gore, last week,  gave that snowball’s chance as 50 – 50.

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BobbyRay From The EastWing

The Dog Days Are Closing, Liberal Buzz Words, Br. Al & Looking For Jesse J, The President & The JV Team ISIS, Watching the Donald Grow.

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What starts right after the 4th of July and runs to about the middle of August” Why it’s the Dog Days of Summer of course.


When I was a kid I would hear that it is the dog days of summer here in Indiana during times of persistently hot weather in the summer. I assumed that the term dog days meant that all outdoor dogs suffered from all the heat day after day. Life for an outdoor dog just can’t be fun on those 90° days of summer. So I’d always make sure my dog had lots of extra water every day.


Later in life as I started learning about the universe while looking at the stars with my Brother-In-Law Ed that learned the term had to do with stars and not dogs in the summertime. It’s a star, not a dog in dog days. A single star in the in the constellation Canis Major that is one of the brightest stars in the sky and is approximately 8.6 light-years distant from Earth. The Dog days is named after Sirius, the Dog Star.


The Dog days start when the Dog Star begins to line up with our Sun (lining up is called conjunction in stargazing talk). Ancient people thought that when the Dog Star aligned with the Sun that they combined their energy to make the weather even hotter. Of course those folks had no idea of the distance between the Sun, the Dog Star, and the Earth. Just to give an example of the extreme distance between these three things, it’s some 93 million miles from Earth to our Sun.


Light travels at 186,000 miles per second. It takes 9 minutes for the light from the Sun to reach Earth. Now if you do the math and calculate how far light would travel in one year and multiply that by 8.6 you’d get the distance light would have to travel from the Dog Star. So it’s pretty easy to see that the Dog Star is not going to add any heat to Earth in the Summer time  when it lines up with our Sun.


However, dog days expression stuck. In July and August the background stars, that’s the ones out there past our Sun, kinda behind the sun if you will,  includes the Dog Star Sirius. July and August of this year have been relative mild compared to past summers. So in the absence of any persistent heat waves not too many are complaining about the Dog Days of Summer 2015. And before we visit again the Dog Days of Summer 2015 will have retreated into the backroads of things that used to be, never again to return. But wait,,,, next year brings new dog days of summer then we’ll start all over again with hot days and climate change.


Now if you ask the folks who preach the weather doom and gloom, they’ll tell you the reason the Dog Days of Summer is not hotter this year is Climate Change. Of course if July and August had been extra hot, then their reason for the extra heat would be Climate Change.


Do you notice how we have allowed buzz words to be accepted into our language and never protest their arrival? Words that inflame, embarrass, and point fingers. Many such words and phrases  are designed for the single purpose of supporting a liberal, far left political point of view.


No matter what the weather, climate change  means we’re all doomed unless we make drastic changes in the way we live. Give me a break here. Nothing in true science can support that we humans can impact weather on a global basis. The more I read on this topic the more I’m convinced that  those who support climate change are those who make their living spreading the doom and gloom our future brought on by climate change.


In 2007 the spin doctor of climate change, Al Gore, predicted that the polar ice would melt by 2014. There was more ice in the polar ice cap in 2014 than there was in 2007. That fact did not get the same level of publicity as the 2007 prediction. The reason for the increase in the polar ice cap, could that be reverse climate change? The little ice age of the 70’s did not come about. The predicted global warming did not occur so, now let’s say climate change. Cause no matter what the weather, climate change will make the argument for our side.


War on Women. What where who when and how can never be answered by Hillary Clinton when she spouts her now old tired phrase, war on women. Guess she must have missed that war. After all, receiving $300,000 for a 45 minute speech about whatever topic the party paying the $300,000  wants her to talk about does not seem like she’s in the war on women. Maybe Hillary  considers herself the winner of the war on women.


You’re a racist. No matter how fact based the criticism, disagree with the position of the President of the United States, or any black activist, then you’re a racist. Even look at Al Sharpton, you’re a racist. Racist is a two way street. But mostly walked only by race baiters.


African-American, know who popularized that phrase? Jesse Jackson that’s who. Sure wish he would have popularized Appalachian-American, maybe I’d get more respect. If not respect maybe more social welfare coming my way. If not, maybe they’re racist.


Words that inflame, embarrass, and point fingers are now used almost exclusively by the liberal far left as a routine part of their efforts to convince us to support failed social policies, and failed liberal politicians.


Speaking of Jesse Jackson, anybody seen or heard of the Reverend lately? Seems that when the president took up with Br. Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson was relegated to the JV Team, and we all know that no one pays attention to the JV Team unless you’re the President and it’s ISIS.


This morning’s Sunday Paper brought the third prediction of the death of the candidate Donald Trump and his efforts to become President of the United States.  Now I’m not saying yea or nay on Donald Trump, just saying it seems unusual to read where the same writer spells the death of the same candidate on three different occasions for three different reasons on three different days.


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BobbyRay From The EastWing

A Rainbow Pinto For Sale, Attack On Stone Mountain, Burning Flags & Burning Towns, Things That Offend The EastWing, No Cake For You, Sanctuary City, Nominee For Registry of Things That Offend.

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


My proposed replacement last week for the General Lee, the Rainbow Pinto, drew lots of interest and inquires as to where one could be purchased.  Most took the comments on the Rainbow Pinto for what they intended. Some took the same as the gospel. There’s no doubt that I could have sold many Rainbow Pintos this past week. That alone shows how crazy this whole thing has gotten.


Last week, in jest, I proposed the elimination of the Stone Mountain Monument just outside Atlanta, GA. And sure enough, before a week passed Stone Mountain came under attack. Not from folks in Georgia, rather those people from outside of Georgia hell-bent on furthering a crazy progressive agenda of  dependence on the government to solve all issues within society. Really now. Can you name one thing that the federal government does well?  Yeah, I know what you mean, I can’t either.


These are the same people who propose to support free speech. But only to the extent you agree with what they are spouting. Any different point of view, and the vilifying is kicked into high gear. Don’t agree with the president’s political agenda, then you’re a racist. Don’t support the president’s foreign policy, then you’re a racist. Don’t agree with the supreme court ruling on same sex marriage, then you’re both a racist and homophobe. I don’t even know what a homophobe is but if you disagree on principle, then you are called one. Of course slinging that racist garbage is the  trademark of Rev. Al Sharpton. Guess being called racist by Rev. Al is like the pot calling the kittle………. Na, I’m not gona go there.


The Confederate Flag was removed from the Capital Grounds in South Carolina. The flag removal was a “feel good moment” for the political types in our society. It remains to be seen if any social changes will come about as a result. I’m of the belief that this symbolic jester has zero chance of making any lasting positive impact on the mindset of anybody. After a few weeks or less, we’ll all go back to business as usual. We’ll forget about that old flag while all the underlying social issues still bubble in the cauldron.


Till once again, a city burns, and we’ll watch the fire on TV, listen to the President make disjointed remarks, Rev. Al Sharpton will shout racist and demand justice, all the while not paying his IRS bill, then another flag will burn, and we’ll go on our merry way thinking they’re all made out of wicky whacky and they all look the same. Little boxes.


Did ya hear about where the mayor of Louisville KY wants to dig up a long dead Confederate General and his wife then dispose of their bodies elsewhere. With the elsewhere not being disclosed. A world gone mad…… When a major city mayor proposed to disinter the dead based on political correctness. Or better yet,  a stupid concept of liberal political correctness.


Here at the EastWing we’re glad the worlds going this crazy way. There are several things we want to get rid of, and now’s the time to get ‘er done. Being an alumni from The Ohio State University, there are several flags here in the Midwest that offend me. So it’s time they all join the Confederate Flag and  retreat into the closets of the world, never again to see the public limelight of day.


That flag down there in West Lafayette IN, that one with the big black letter P on it, yeah that one. That has to go right now, ‘cause I’m offended by it’s very presence in the same state I’m in. Another flag that must join the big letter P flag is the flag often seen in South Bend IN. The ND flag must never again wave in the presence of a “Football Jesus” on  October Saturdays when the game is played at home. And that big M flag up there in Michigan. Well that thing should be turned upside down to stand for Wimp. That way those boys up there could carry their flag with some degree of dignity.  I would not be offended by the Wimp Flag of Michigan.


It’s just a matter of time before we have a national registry of things that offend. We will be able to vote using our smart phones, iPads or laptops, for our favorite offender and the one getting the most votes each week will be relocated to a special place known only the those in charge. I propose the Mayor of Louisville KY be put in charge of handling such a place.  After all, he’s all ready to put a general in his place.


One thing for sure, we can’t allow Hillary Clinton to be in charge of this secret place. With her reputation for total and complete transparency in her public life, why she’d go tell it on the mountain. Or at the very least put the location of the secret place on face book. Or maybe even her own private server.


Then there’s the case where bakery, a husband and wife mom pop type business, was fined by the State of Organ  $135,000.00 for not wanting to bake a wedding cake for a same sex wedding. Not only fined the big bucks, but not allowed to talk about the whole deal. This is all going on while in San Francisco an illegal alien shoots and kills a woman and it turns out he’s been deported 6 times.  Now we find out that San Francisco is a “Sanctuary  City” where the federal immigration laws are ignored by the local folks. So the illegals come there   ‘cause nobody gives a damn about the federal immigration laws.


Can’t help but wonder if the folks not baking the wedding cake for the same sex wedding were doing so in San Francisco, would they too be protected from federal law by being in this Sanctuary City? Or is San Francisco selective on which federal laws to ignore. Of course it you’ve seen and heard the Sheriff of San Francisco then you can tell  for yourself that he’s a three dollar bill if there ever was one.


But keep in mind that some of these people in this “Sanctuary City” are represented in congress by none other than the beloved Nancy Pelosi. And we all know what a world leader for democracy she is.  Nancy Pelosi is a classic example of what makes this country great. America is able to prosper as a nation in spite of people like her.


That reminds me, I’m gona nominate Nancy Pelosi for the National Registry of Things That Offend.


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BobbyRay From The EastWing

The Real Reason For The War Between The States

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

It seems this crazy feeding frenzy on the Confederate flag gets more bizarre with each passing day. Now people with no knowledge of history are demanding that things be removed  from society as being oppressive and racist. Once again we are proving that lack of knowledge is detrimental to the peace and tranquility of  society. Another way to say it is “Ya can’t fix stupid”.

When this Confederate flag thing started, I had no real position one way or the other. As things got to where it’s at today, it is time to state many truths that most of you have never heard before and will find hard to believe. Some of you will disagree with every word.  While a few will say, “I knew that”, and some will be amazed. Yet every word is true. Sometimes it’s difficult to face the fact that you’ve been mislead forever. And so I will walk with you down a history lane. The southern back roads of history as you’ve never walked before.

What we see happening in the United States today is an apt illustration of why the Confederate flag was raised in the first place. What we see materializing before our very eyes is tyranny: tyranny over the freedom of expression, tyranny over the freedom of association, tyranny over the freedom of speech, and tyranny over the freedom of conscience. A reason to be alarmed.

A Confederate General, Patrick Cleburne, warned of the historical consequences should the  South lose their war for Independence. General Cleburne said if the South lost, “it means the history of this heroic struggle will be written by the enemy. That our youth will be trained by Northern school teaches, they will learn from Northern school books their version of this war. They will be impressed by all of the influences of history and education to regard our gallant debt as traitors and our maimed veterans as fit subjects of derision.  No truer words were ever spoken by a Southern General, or any General.

History revisionists flooded America’s public schools with the Northern propaganda about the  people who attempted to secede from the United States. Characterizing those as racists, extremists, radicals, hate mongers, and  traitors. You know this technique, it’s used today by the current administration in Washington D.C. It’s the same way that people today in our federal government and news media attempt to characterize Christians, Patriots, War Veterans, Constitutionalists and Conservative points of view.

Please to understand that the only people in 1861 who believed that states did NOT have the right to secede were Abraham Lincoln and his radical Republicans.  To say that the southern states did not have the right to secede from the United  States is to say that the thirteen colonies did not have the right to secede from England. On this issue, one cannot be right on one and the other wrong. If one is right, both are right.  How could this nation celebrate our Declaration of Independence in 1776 and then turn around and condemn the Declaration of Independence of the Confederacy in 1861? Is this not hypocrisy of the highest order?

In fact, the southern states were not the only states that talked about secession.  After the southern states seceded, the State of Maryland fully intended to join them.  In  September 1861 Lincoln sent federal troops to the Maryland State Capital and seized the legislature by force in order to prevent them from voting. Federal provost marshals stood guard and arrested Democrats and anyone else who believed that Maryland should secede. A special furlough was granted to Maryland Troops so they could go home and  vote against secession.  Judges who tried to inquire into the phony elections were arrested and thrown into military prisons.  All that activity in Maryland was carried out from the direct orders of the Northern Great “Emancipator”.

Now before the South seceded, several northern states had also threatened secession.  Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Rhode Island had all threatened secession as far back as James Madison’s administration.  In addition, the state of New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and  Delaware were threaten secession during the first half of the nineteenth century, long before the southern states even considered doing such a thing.

It is  commonly  said that Lincoln “saved” the Union.  Lincoln did not save the Union; Lincoln subjugated the Union. There is a huge difference. A union that is not voluntary is not a union.  Does a man have a right to force a woman to marry him or force a woman to stay married with him? In this eyes of God, a union of husband and wife is far superior to a union of states.  Now if  God recognized the right of husbands and wives to separate,( and He does) to try and suggest that states do not have the right to lawfully (under natural and divine right) to separate is the most preposterous proposition imaginable.

People say that Lincoln freed the slaves.  Lincoln did NOT free a single slave.  His so-called Emancipation Proclamation had no authority in the southern states, as they had already separated into another county.  Imagine the President today signing a proclamation to free folks in say, China or Saudi Arabia, or even North Korea. He would be laughed out of Washington. Lincoln had no authority over the Confederate States of America. No one knew this more than Lincoln.

Most do not know that Lincoln’s proclamation did not free a single slave in the United States, the only country in which he did have authority. Yep, you read that right, the Emancipation Proclamation deliberately ignored slavery in the North. Very few realize that when Lincoln signed his proclamation there were over 300,000 slaveholders who were fighting in the Union Army. Now if you think I’m making this stuff up, check it out for yourself. Then you’ll find I’m right.

One such northern slaveholder was General, and later to be US President, Ulysses S. Grant.  In fact Grant maintained possession of his slaves even after the War Between the States concluded. Here is should be noted that  the Confederate General Robert E Lee, freed his slaves before  hostilities between the north and south broke out.  When asked why he refused to free his slaves, Grant replied “Good help is hard to find these days”

Slavery in this nation did not end until the 13th Amendment to t he Constitution was ratified on December 6, 1865

Speaking of the 13th Amendment, did you know that Lincoln authored his own 13th Amendment?  It’s the only amendment to the Constitution ever proposed by a sitting U.S. President.  Here is the Lincoln proposed 13th amendment: “No amendment shall be made to the Constitution which will authorize or give Congress the power to abolish or interfere within any state with the domestic institutions thereof, including that a person’s held to labor or service by laws or said State.”

You heard that right, Abraham Lincoln himself proposed an amendment to the U.S. Constitution preserving the institution of slavery.  This proposed amendment was written in March 1861, a month before shots were fired at  Fort Sumter, South Carolina.

Now the State of South Carolina was particularly incensed at the tariffs enacted in 1828 and again in 1832. The Tafiff of 1828 was disdainfully called “The Tariff of Abominations” by the State of South Carolina.  And so the South Carolina legislature declared that tariffs of 1828 and 1832 were “unauthorized the constitution of the United States”.

Think about this for a minute here. Why would the southern states secede from the Union over slavery when President Abraham Lincoln had offered an amendment to the Constitution guaranteeing the preservation of slavery? That makes no sense. If the issue was predominantly slavery, all the South needed to do was go along with Lincoln, and his proposed 13th amendment would have permanently preserved slavery among the southern, and also northern,  states. Does that sound like a body of people who were willing to lose hundreds of thousands of men on the battlefield over saving slavery? It’s true nonsense to even think the War Between The States was fought over slavery.

It was money. Only money. The problem was Lincoln wanted the southern states to pay the Union a 40% tariff on their exports. The South considered that outrageous and refused to pay.  By the time hostilities broke out in 1861, the south was paying up to and perhaps exceeding 70% of the nation’s taxes. Prior to the war, the South was very prosperous and productive. Much more prosperous and productive than the North. So Washington, D.C. kept raising the taxes and tariffs on the south.  I’m sure you know that game, the same way that the government keeps raising the taxes on prosperous Americans to this day.

This was much the same story of the way the colonies refused to pat the demanded tariff of the British Crown, albeit the tariffs of the Crown were much lower than those demanded by Lincoln. Lincoln’s proposed 13th Amendment was an attempt to entice the South into paying the tariffs by being willing to permanently ensconce the institution of slavery into the Constitution. AND THE SOUTH SAID NO.

The Congressional Record of the United States forever obliterates the notion that the North fought the War Between the State over slavery.   Read for yourself. This resolution was passed unanimously in the U.S. Congress on July 23, 1861:  “The War is waged by the  government of the United States no in the spirit of conquest of subjugation, nor for the purpose of overthrowing or interfering with the right or institutions of the states, but to defend and protect the Union.”

The preserved record could not be more clearer. The U.S. Congress declared that the war against the South was not an attempt to overthrow on interfere with the “institutions” of the states, bu to keep the Union intact (by force). The institutions referred to most certainly included the institution of slavery.  Hear it loud and clear, Lincoln’s war against the South had NOTHING to do with ending slavery. So said the U.S. Congress by unanimous resolution in 1861.

Abraham Lincoln, himself, said it was never his intention to end the institution of slavery.  In a letter to Alexander Stevens, who later became the Vice President of the Confederacy, Lincoln wrote this: “Do the people of the South really entertain fears that a Republican Administration would directly, or indirectly, interfere with their slaves, or with them, about their slaves?  If they do, I wish to assure you, as once a friend, and still, I hope, ant an enemy, that there is no cause for such fears.  The South would be in on more danger in this respect than it was in the days of Washington.

Again, what could be more clearer? Lincoln, himself, said the southern states had nothing to fear from him in regard to abolishing slavery.

On another occasion Lincoln said:  “If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it.” He also said “I have no purpose, directly or indirectly, to interfere with the institution of slavery in the states where it exists.  I believe I have no lawful right to do s and I have no inclination to do so.

Like I said at the front, some will not believe, some will be enlightened and some will say I know that all the time. Then some will become enraged that I would even dare say such things about President Lincoln. Keep in mind Lincoln, himself, spoke the words and  made the record. Should you choose not to believe, maybe, just maybe, you’ve succumbed to the spin doctors of 1865.

From The EastWing, The Real Reason For The War Between The States

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Still Ocean Bait, Liberal Laws & George & Gracie, Boy/Girl Makes The News, Bill Clinton Honors The Confederate Flag, General Lee To Rainbow Pinto, Carter Mountain, Gone Gone With The Wind, Goodbye To The N-Word, Clean Language & Jail Time

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Guess I pretty well got told where to go as a result of telling people that when they enter the ocean they are no longer on the top of the food chain, rather they become bait. Oh well, some of the things that make me smile when reading the emails coming to the EastWing.


No matter what water lovers may think, I still believe when you get in the ocean, you’re bait. Now you don’t have to wiggle like a worm, but you’re bait just the same. Don’t believe me, just ask those ten sharks that took the bait on the east coast. And that all happened prior to July 4th. Like they said in “JAWS” stay out of the water.


Do ya ever get the impression that the world is going to pot? And not the kind being sold in Colorado,  the kind being pushed by those who want to make sure the basic religious principles of the founding fathers is removed from our society.


The liberal progressive people among us are having a hay day.  Gay marriage is now the law of the land, or so said the Supreme Court. But just because the Supreme Court in a 5 – 4  decision has redefined the term marriage to mean not only a man and a woman, but also Laverne and Shirley. For the purpose of compliance with the new federal definition, guess it also now includes Lenny and Squiggy.  George and Gracie surely must have turned over in their grave. Then George said “Say goodnight Gracie” and she said “Goodnight Gracie”.


As the world goes to hell in a hand basket, we concern ourselves with the things that do make a real impact on society and in fact, make the world a better place. Bruce Jenner going from boy to girl has garnered national attention for some time. Seems every time he/she opens his/her mouth the TV cameras are right there to bring us the very latest from the world of weirdo.  We hang on every curve created by some unknown Plastic Surgeon who has succumbed to the dark side of the practice of medicine, where money is more important than ethics.  And the oath is just some old Greek rambling on about something that does not fit the current landscape. Besides the Greeks have their own trouble to deal with.


Seems that we as a people forever shy away from anything that may tend to disrupt our fascination with simplicity and superficial garbage such as the boy/girl lives of Bruce Jenner. Then the sad events in the Charleston Church where 9 poor souls are gunned down in cold blood, and we attack a Confederate   Flag. I’m not sure I understand the rush to remove all traces of the confederate Flag.


It’s like everyone woke up all of a sudden and said “Oh my that flag  has to go right now”. Can’t help but wonder why nobody thought  such things a while back when Bill Clinton was Governor of Arkansas when he specified that one of the stars on the state flag of Arkansas represented the Confederate Flag and its importance to the  people of Arkansas. If you think I’m putting ya on with the Bill Clinton position, look it up. It’s there, and no doubt the man today wishes it was not.


So now I’m gona jump on the bank wagon of ban the Confederate Flag. In fact, lets ban everything even remotely associated with the Confederate Flag. The Dukes of Hazard surely must go. The General Lee with that flag on top, must never again be seen in public. Maybe the Dukes of Hazard could survive if the General Lee was turned into a Ford Pinto,, maybe a rainbow Ford Pinto. The Rainbow Pinto would not  offend anyone and most assuredly would bring those dastardly Dukes into compliance with current Federal Law.


That Stone Mountain Monument outside Atlanta GA, well that mountain has to go as well. Without the flag, Stone Mountain is just another pretty rock carving, so let’s change it to the Greatest president ever to come out of the south. Seems to me that Carter Mountain would be a hit with the locals. Or at least the local Carter family.


Another piece of Southern Trash that we must expunge from society, “GONE WITH THE WIND”. Way too much flag waving there. We’ve allowed that movie to linger way too long without taking proper steps to cleanse society of that rebel thing. It doesn’t matter if Clark Gable gave a damn or not, he too must be removed along with this racist piece of crap movie called GONE WITH THE WIND. I’m not sure if Clark Gable used the N-word or not, either way he’s out of here.


That reminds me, now that I’m all in on removing the Confederate Flag, it’s time for the ‘N-WORD’ to go away. To leave the English Language all together. There should be mandatory long prison  time for ever again uttering the word. A law of this nature would have two immediate effects. The first would be to clean up the spoken word. The second would take care of those civic minded citizens of both Ferguson MO as well as Baltimore MD who decided the proper way to address urban ghetto  blight was to burn it into prosperity.


It is my understanding that the Attorney General of Baltimore along with the Police Commissioner are heading up the committee to pursue  prosperity for that city.


From The EastWing, Still Ocean Bait, Liberal Laws & George & Gracie, Boy/Girl Makes The News, Bill Clinton Honors The Confederate Flag, General Lee To Rainbow Pinto, Carter Mountain, Gone Gone With The Wind,  Goodbye To The N-Word, Clean Language & Jail Time


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The Preakness And The Twain, Black Death In Black & White, Burning Flags While Burning Nothing, Best Laid Plans, Wall Mart Without Cash Registers, Holding Hands & Loving In The Rain.

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Had a friend point out that a few weeks ago when I talked about the Preakness in Baltimore, I did not mention anything about the riots that were taking place in that city. Actually the riots had subsided by the time of the horse race.


It is interesting to note that when it came time for the running of the Preakness, some of the most wealthy people in our society came to the city to watch the horse race.  The same city where just days before had been  partially destroyed by some of the poorest people of our society. And never the twain shall meet.


Over the Memorial Day weekend 48 people were shot in Chicago, 12 died. Over the same period of time 29 people were shot in Baltimore, 8 died. The questions seem quite straight forward. Where’s the outrage? Where’s Brother Al Sharpton? Why are the rioters not burning down the city once again? Why has President Obama not gone on TV to condemn these killings? They were all black people, both the wounded and the dead. And you know what, I’m willing to bet that you don’t know a single one of their names. They  didn’t make the news.  Why don’t these black lives matter? They matter to me, and I too don’t know their names.


Then comes a crazy 21 year old white man, does the unspeakable act of murder inside the church. Nine people die and the whole country explodes in righteous anger. Rightly so. But why not over the Memorial Day Weekend? 20 die on a hot spring holiday and we don’t give a damn. Just don’t make sense, how we pick and choose what to concern ourselves with.


Now we jump on a battle flag from the Civil War thinking that will end all our troubles. Just burn that flag.  And then someday soon……. Another flag, another cause…….. Another reason to be offended…… Another flag to burn.


Didn’t they try this burning thing one time with books? That didn’t work too well, nor shall burning flags.


Ever been in a situation where the best laid plans go off track. Not only off track, off the map off track.

It all started when the She said she wanted to go to Wall Mart. Usually that means a trip to Valparaiso IN. But this day I had documents to drop off to a client in Knox IN, so rather than backtrack, we decided to go the Wall Mart Store at Plymouth IN.


We left work late Friday afternoon in the rain and it continued as I took care of my business at Knox and continued toward Plymouth. Half way to our destination the soft gentle rain turned into a “slow down the car to 20 mph kinda rain.


The first two traffic lights at Plymouth were not working and the traffic on the 4 lane road was, as usual dealing with the situation very poorly. We were happy to see the traffic light at the Wall Mart intersection working. It appeared that all was well as we rolled into the asphalt jungle they call a parking lot. In the driving rain, all the “Blue Man” parking slots were filled with non blue man tags. So we were relegated to what seemed to be at least a ¼ mile from the entrance to falling prices.


We entered the building with an overall appearance of two drowned cats, both me and the She were in need of something very dry to wipe enough rain from our glasses to at least see where the shopping carts were located. Wiping glasses on the tail of my already wet shirt done little to eliminate the need for something dry to wipe the glasses. Guess it was the thought that counts in a situation like that.


The first item of interest on the list was something from the garden supply section at the far end of the building. Walking toward that location it became apparent that most if not all of the happy shoppers in the store were flowing along our direction of travel. The She thought she had the unusual traffic flow figured out when she said “There must be a sale in the garden section”. That’s when a kid walking beside us said “No, all the cash registers are out and there is a single manual cash register at the garden section and they’re telling people to try to checkout there.” And the rush was on.


The people inside that building were not happy Wall Mart Shoppers to say the least. One could feel the hostility in the room. Tension the size of fully wound alarm clocks walked the lanes and carried frowns you could see a mile.    Hundreds of  angry people were pushing and shoving their way into the garden section to fight for the right to check out come hell, high water, or no electricity.


We opted not to get involved with that already unruly mob, and chose instead to hold hands and  walk back into the rain looking forward to the ¼ mile trek back to the warm confines of Mr. Lincoln.  By the time we’d returned  to Knox we were dry enough to stop at one of the local restaurants for our evening meal. And so we did. It was dry inside, they had electricity and the cash register worked.


From the EastWing, The Preakness And The Twain, Black Death In Black & White, Burning

Flags While Burning Nothing, Best Laid Plans, Wall Mart Without Cash Registers,  Holding Hands & Loving In The Rain.


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Red Admirals Take Flight , Hummingbird Smiles, Dog and Cat and Vet, Tragedy At The Water’s Edge, Big Bate Bigger Fish

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As of the last several day it seems the whole world is filled with butterflies.  Mr. Bentley and I are big fans of riding the golf cart in the field south of the EastWing. Johnny has cut us upwards of a mile or so of two lane grass roads, so out field trips are a close up visit to Mother Nature.


One of the grass roads on the eastside of the property has an abundance of milk weed. In fact, the largest crop of milk weed I’ve ever seen growing at one spot. They are so profuse I call that section “The Milk Weed Fields”.  And there in  The Milk Weed Fields live the butterfly hordes of 2015. Thousands of those free spirits fly around us as we travel thru the milk weed fields. It’s a special site to be seen. Mr. Bentley and I take the trip often.


For all those who’ve asked do I know what kind of butterfly has overrun the area this year. The answer is yes. The Red Admiral Butterfly patrols the local skies sun up to sundown.  This year there’s an abundant crop to be sure. Many have told me the butterflies on  the mild weeds are the Monarch Butterfly. They are not. The Monarch comes later in the year, after the milk weed has grown it’s seed pod. That’s when the Monarchs come to visit. Guess we will see them in The Milk Weed Fields when their time has come.


Now don’t assume I’m an expert on butterflies, I’m not. But as a kid, I did have a collection of 74 specimens of both Butterflies and Moths. All my butterflies were logged into a book with both scientific and common name, and a little story about their life cycle. The whole collection was gathered in and around beautiful downtown Toto. At one time I knew all their names by heart. Today I’d  do well to say a dozen or so.


The hummingbird feeder is located close enough to allow me to view the little birds from my computer chair at the EastWing. Darkness comes and the happy couple are still coming to the feeder every few minutes. Now I don’t know what these little birdpeople have been up to, but did ya ever see humming birds smile? Yep, they’re smiling. Just one of the many blessings received daily at the EastWing, watching humming birds smile.


The annual trip to the Vet for Bentley and my new Sophia turned into a trip to be remembered. For the first time ever, Mr. Bentley was in the car with someone except me. Having the new Sophia in the cat carrier presented Mr. Bentley with a real dilemma. He was used to having both the back seat as well as the passenger seat in the front as his area to roam. On this trip he was limited to the front seat, buckled into the seatbelt. And like most spoiled kids, he whined most of the way there and back.


At the Vet’s office Bentley tried to get under my chair when the Dr. needed to listen to his heart. I ended up holding his head on my knee and the Vet sat in the floor beside the big dog. It all worked out. Bentley checked out A-Ok. Renewed the 3 year Rabies Shot, a year’s supply of heart worm / flea / and whatever else that one medicine supposed to take care of. And then Bentley’s good to go for another year.


The  New Sophia had a rather nasty allergic reaction to Lord knows what. She compounded the situation by  continuing to lick the ulcer. She got a Laser treatment to stimulate underlying tissue growth, a steroid shot and oral antibiotic for 14 days. Ever try to give a cat oral meds? And if you think herding cats is tuff…. try giving meds. Just joking, I have the medication ready, then wrap the New Sophia in a thick towel, uncover her head and insert the syringe between her teeth. Not as difficult as I’m making it out to be.  In a week, the results are striking. The wound has reduced to half its size, hair is growing back in and The New Sophia is well on her way to a full recovery.


It was with much sadness I read of a shark attack on two young kids on Sunday, June 14th   off the shores of Oak Island, North Carolina. It’s beyond me why anyone would ever want to go into the ocean.


If you stop and think about it, God made us as land creatures. Human Beings were never intended to venture into the oceans of our planet. There are things in the oceans that can and will kill the most strong of our species.  The way I look at it is if God wanted me in the oceans, I’d have gills. I don’t, so I don’t do oceans.


It’s important for those folks who may share a different point of view on getting into the ocean waters to keep in mind one simple fact.  Once in the water of any ocean, you are no longer at the top of the food chain. You become, in fact, bait. And we all know what happens to the worm on the hook. The fish are always bigger than the bait.


From the EastWing: Red Admirals Take Flight , Hummingbird Smiles, Dog and Cat and Vet, Tragedy At The Water’s Edge, Big Bate Bigger Fish


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From The EastWing, Where BobbyRay Comes From

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


As to where I’ve been lately, we’ll  talk about that some other time. But for right now, let’s talk of many things. The other day I was asked where I came from. That got me to thinking, really thinking ‘bout where did I come from…. way, way back, where did I come from. And then I thought….


We all originally existed as members of small bands of nomadic hunter/gatherers.  We lived on deer in the mountains during the summer and would go to the coast and live on fish and lobster in the winter.


The two most important events in all of our  history were the invention of beer and the invention of the wheel. Beer required grain, and that was the beginning of agriculture.


The glass bottle and aluminum can were not invented yet, so while we  were sitting around waiting for them to be invented, we just stayed close to the brewery. That’s how villages were formed.


The wheel was invented to get man to the beer.


These two were the foundation of modern civilization and, together, they were the catalyst for the splitting of humanity into two distinct subgroups:  (1) Conservatives and (2) Liberals.


Some men spent their days tracking and killing animals to barbecue at night while they were drinking beer.  This was the beginning of what is known as the Conservative movement.


Other men, who were less skilled at hunting, learned to live off the Conservatives by showing up for the nightly BBQ’s and doing the sewing, fetching, and hair-dressing.  This was the beginning of the Liberal movement. Some of these Liberal men evolved into women.  Others became known as girlie-men.


Some noteworthy Liberal achievements include the domestication of cats, the invention of group therapy, group hugs, and the concept of democratic voting to decide how to divide the meat and beer that Conservatives provided.


Over the years, Conservatives came to be symbolized by the largest, most powerful land animal on earth, the elephant.  Liberals came to be symbolized by the jackass for obvious reasons without a need for additional comment or explanation.


Many of today’s  Liberals like lite beer (with lime added), but most prefer white wine or imported bottled water. They eat raw fish but like their beef well done. Sushi, tofu, and French food are standard Liberal fare. Another interesting evolutionary side note:  many Liberal women have higher testosterone levels than their men.


Most college professors, social workers, personal injury attorneys, journalists, film makers in Hollywood, group therapists and community organizers are Liberals.  Liberals even  meddled in our national pastime and invented the designated hitter rule, because it wasn’t fair to make the pitcher also bat.


Conservatives drink real beer. They eat red meat and still provide for their women.  Conservatives are big-game hunters, rodeo cowboys, lumberjacks, construction workers, firemen, medical doctors, police officers, engineers, corporate executives, athletes, members of the military, airline pilots, and generally anyone who works productively.


Conservatives who own companies hire other Conservatives who want to work for a living.

Liberals produce little or nothing. They like to govern the producers and decide what to do with the production.  Liberals believe Europeans are more enlightened than Americans.


That is why most of the Liberals remained in Europe when Conservatives were going to America. They crept in after the Wild West was tamed and created a business of trying to get more for nothing.


And that boys and girls,  ends today’s lesson in the world history of where BobbyRay came from.


I’ll bet that every Liberal reading this will  have a momentary urge to angrily respond to my story.

While every Conservative will simply laugh and be so convinced of the absolute truth of this history that it will be shared immediately with other true believers and to just piss off more Liberals…..   Just saying.


So let your next action reveal your true self.


From The EastWing, Where BobbyRay Comes From


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From The EastWing, A Winter Hard, Peeps Before Easter.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.
Really, really cold in November. No snow in December.  A January thaw. Then all hell breaks loose in February. Good thing February has only 28 days. I don’t think I could have taken 31 days of February.  Of course if you take the first three days of March and tap them onto February. Oh well, there ya go. February has 31 and it seem they are all the same.
Few things are more exciting than watching the final days of a long, cold winter melt into springtime. So it was today at the EastWing, working at the computer looking onto the south lawn, for the first time in a long time I see the grass. Not very pretty grass but grass never the less.
Last week I was reminded by an EastWing friend from Kentucky  that I had promised to retell the Peeps of Springtime story last spring and did not. So could I make good on that promise this year.  Below is part of a larger story from April, 2010. Hope you enjoy the rerun. It was fun to revisit both the Peeps of Springtime and once again walk in the warm waters of South Fork.
I’m so enjoying the sounds of springtime nights.  So much so that the other night I decided to go out and visit those little sounds of the night. They’re frogs, ya know, those sounds that come to your ears from the darkness, from the nighttime. Those sounds come from little frogs called Spring Peepers.
Little fellers, them Spring Peepers, smaller than your thumb. But happy boys indeed, happy to be alive in the springtime.  All the sounds from all those little boy frogs remind me of sleigh bells ringing.  In fact, these little guys are called the Bells of Springtime. They’re certainly  music to my new ears, those Bells of Springtime. This year, with my new electronic hearing aids, is the first time I have heard the Bells of Springtime in a long time, a long time, and it’s still pretty music to my ears.
When the crushing cold of winter starts to yield to warmer times, as it does every year, even when we think it’ll never end, it does, and on a cold night, the wind is still, and the frost is heavy. The moon, a bright yellow ball hanging in a cloudless sky. While the air is so crisp ya can break with a hammer  a movement starts under the dead leaves of autumn past. Life resurrecting.
First one eye, then the other, one leg moves, then the another.  In a matter of minutes  everything is working just the way he left ‘em when he dug deep under the leaves to freeze  to death for the winter. The little frog is coming back from a place between death and darkness, the twilight zone of frogs.
A Bell of Springtime is tuning up to ring.
I almost forgot to tell ya an interesting thing ‘bout not only the Peeps but all frogs.  It’s the way they survive the winter. Now frogs have the ability to make their own kinda anti-freeze. I’m already starting to see some of my emails next week, laughing ‘bout the frog anti-freeze joke.  Before ya start laughing, ya better check it out, ‘cause I’m telling ya I know a lot ‘bout frogs.
‘Cause one time when I was little, my Uncle Hagins took me frog hunting when I was at  Southfork in the summertime.  Now we didn’t go hunting for Peep or regular frogs, oh no,  we went hunting for the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.
 Now ya gotta hunt these Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork in the creek bed where it’s dark and almost scary.  At  the place where the air smells like snakes and the sun never shines ‘cause the hills are too close together.  The only thing there is the water, the smell of snakes, and maybe even the real snakes there too,  and the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork, and some times, empty pop bottles.
We went right there, my Uncle Hagins and me. We went to hunt the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork. And it didn’t take long to find ‘em. We found their trail a long ways before we got to the place where the air smelled like snakes, ‘cause that’s where Uncle Hagins said the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork lived.
When Uncle Hagins showed me the Giant Bullfrog Tracks, at first I thought that it was a person’s footprint in the mud, but Uncle Hagins showed me the difference, ‘cause he knew ‘bout Giant Bullfrog Tracks and stuff like that. Uncle Hagins said if we just kept following those tracks it’d lead us right to the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.
To tell ya the truth, I was almost scared, but I knew that my Uncle Hagins wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me, ‘cause I was his favorite nephew, and he had a lot of nephews,  so I just walked a little bit closer to him and didn’t tell him ‘bout me being almost scared an all.  ‘Cause when you’re seven years old and out hunting Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork where it’s dark, that’s almost like being a man, so ya can’t say you’re afraid of anything. But I was, almost.
Then Uncle Hagins said “BobbyRay, you smell snakes?” That really, almost, made me scared. I said “yah” Uncle Hagins said “me too” I could hear my heart beat in my ears, but I wasn’t scared.
Uncle Hagins had in his hand a gig. Now a gig is a long stick with a prong on one end and it’s used to catch fish or frogs, and today we were gigging the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.  Well when I thought my chest  was gona break  from my heart beating so fast in my ears, but  Uncle Hagins throws his gig into the water, runs over and pulls up this Giant Bullfrog of Southfork, stuck right there on the prongs of the gig.  Uncle Hagins takes the Giant Bullfrog of Southfork off the hooks and no sooner than that, he throws again and in less than a minute we have two Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.  Uncle Hagins gigged two more Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork in just a few more minutes.
Then he said it’s my turn to gig a Giant Bullfrog of Southfork. Well, the pole of the gig was a lot taller than me, but I was bound and determined that I was gona gig a Giant Bullfrog of Southfork, or die from a snake bite trying right here in the waters of Southfork.
Two time I tried to throw the spear, but it didn’t go far enough.  So Uncle Hagins said that maybe if we both held on at the same time maybe that would work.  Now don’t ya know, the very first time me and Uncle Hagins threw that spear together it struck a Giant Bullfrog of Southfork.  We had to throw five or six more times before we got another hit, but finally another trophy.
With 6 Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork in hand, Uncle Hagins said that he thought that was ‘bout all we could carry home. We started out for home with Uncle Hagins carrying his four Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork and me carrying my two Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.  That didn’t last long, after ‘bout a hundred yards or so, I had to stop and rest, ‘cause these Giant Bullfrogs were ‘bout to weight me down to the point where I couldn’t go no more.  We rested a little while an started for home again, but same thing, ‘bout a hundred yards or so, I’m wanting to stop and rest from the heavy weight of these Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.
Uncle Hagins said, the way he figured it, at the rate we were going, we’d get home ‘bout Christmas Time, if we were lucky, so he had to do something different. Uncle Hagins cut down two Willow Trees, one bigger  than the other.  On the bigger one, he cut a notch on each end.  He took the smaller tree and took all the bark of it, and threw the skinned tree away.  Uncle Hagins took the bark strips and tied up three Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork into two bundles, he then hooked these bundles over the ends of the pole with notches. He raised one end of the pole with the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork and told me to help lift the other as he raised it to his shoulders. And I did, as Uncle Hagins picked up all the six Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork on his shoulders. We didn’t have to stop any more on the way home.
Talk ‘bout being surprised.  Well they sure were surprised to see so many Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork. Uncle Hagins told ever body how good I was at gigging Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork, and how he was just lucky to get two and how I gigged four, I didn’t tell anybody the difference. I just thought maybe Uncle Hagins forgot who got who.
One of the down sides of hunting the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork, is when ya catch ‘em, ya gotta clean ‘em.  I’m not gona talk much ‘bout that, ‘cause that’s not as much fun as the gigging part.  When ya do the cleaning, it’s kinda like cleaning fish, but ya don’t hear your heart beat in your ears though.
Now the thing that people eat from Bullfrogs are Bullfrog legs. Now regular Bullfrogs have little Bullfrog legs smaller than chicken legs.  Not the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork, these Bullfrog legs were the size as  big hams, each one weighing maybe 10 pounds apiece.  Since the Bullfrog legs were so big, Lou said we should smoke ‘em in the Smoke House like Uncle Hagins did the hams when it was time to kill the pigs. Everybody thought that was a good idea.  That night we put the cleaned Giant Bullfrog Legs of Southfork in the coldspring and went to bed. I could hardly sleep, thinking ‘bout me gigging those four Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork just like Uncle Hagins said.
The first thing in the morning me and Uncle Hagins wrapped the Giant Bullfrog Legs and hung ‘em up on hooks from the top of the ceiling in the Smoke House.  Then Uncle Hagins  build the fires under the Smoke House, he  knew how to do all that stuff, my Uncle Hagins knew how to do a lot of really neat stuff. He was my favorite uncle, and like Uncle Hagins having a lot of nephews, well I had a lot of uncles too.
I don’t remember how long they had to stay in the Smoke House, but we left Southfork and went home, and I started into the first grade at Weeksbury. We didn’t go back to Southfork till Thanksgiving.  When my Aunt Gladys and my mama cooked our Thanksgiving Dinner, we didn’t have turkey, and we didn’t have goose, we had two Smoked Giant Bullfrog Legs.  There were ‘bout 15 or 18 people there for dinner, and most everybody took leftover Smoked Giant Bullfrog Leg home for supper.  Big frogs, those Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.
But getting back to this frog anti-freeze thing, during the winter, a frog’s body temperature falls and its metabolism drops. Its heart can even stop beating and start again in the future. Too bad we the people can’t do that little trick.  And we think we know magic. ‘Course we can do a lot of things frogs can’t.
Many frogs dig into mud or deep holes to escape killing frost, but some do practice controlled freezing. They produce excess sugars or starches to prevent damage to sensitive tissues while the remaining water in their bodies turns to ice. The North American wood frog, including the Peeps, live as far north as Alaska. They can survive with 65% of the water in their body frozen solid. I guess ya could take those little fellers, put ‘em on sticks and have  Peepsicles.
Now those Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork, to this very day, don’t ever worry ‘bout freezing in the wintertime, no, they just build themselves a campfire, sit around and tell stories ‘bout how a little boy used to wade in the waters of Southfork looking for ‘em in the summertime. In the company of his Uncle Hagins, who he loved the most.
Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.
From The EastWing, A Winter Hard, Peeps Before Easter.
I Wish You Well

From The EastWing, Inside A Snowball

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


My office at Robert Howard Company Inc. is six miles from the EastWing, door to door. It usually takes me 10 to 12 minutes either way depending if I get tied up in North Judson rush hour traffic.


On the morning of February 14th the travel time to the office was 25 minutes without rush hour traffic.  By the time I arrived there I had already decided to get my work and go back home. The time in the office was devoted to taking care of the Office Cats, Miss Kitty & Little Brother, the official greeter of RHCO INC.


With the Office Cats short term future secure, I loaded up and hit the trail back to the EastWing. The decision to be made was the direction to travel, east or south. The distance was the same, the difference was the depth of the ditches along the way. To the east encountered three sections of deep ditches while to the south there were no ditches along the way. W chose the south bound lanes.


I almost forgot to tell you, the big lake just 50 miles north of the EastWing was in the process of another classic Lake Effect Snow Storm. This one destined to be remembered for the ages…. Actually it was not the snow as much as the wind. A devil wind from the northwest drove the snow parallel to the ground at times higher than the legal speed  limit for Starke County Roads.  It was into the wind and weather that I left the office and started home.


South bound and down at a hefty 15 mph for just a little over a mile and then encountered the first of 12 white-outs.  Now for my friends who may have never encountered such, just let me say it like this. Imagine you’re driving in your car with poor visibility to begin with, then within two seconds all windows in your car are painted white. On the outside, painted white. Your car is now inside a snowball. You’re inside the car, inside the snowball and you no longer have control of your destiny. You are no longer a driver of your car, you are a passenger inside a snowball, inside a car.   A total of 12 such snowballs engulfed Mr. Lincoln before we reached our safe and sound EastWing.


You stop your car as fast as you can inside a snowball. You sit with your foot pressed hard on the break. You turn on the emergency flashers. Then realize the only ones being seen are the two little arrows flashing and clicking on the instrument panel you’re looking at.  You hope everybody else on that road also stops. You wonder how long the white out will last. You wonder what if the wind doesn’t stop blowing.  The desire to move your car is so great that just as soon as you’re able to see  a few feet in front of the car, you’re once again rolling down the road. Soon another snowball eats your car.


I rolled past the EastWing at maybe 2 or 3 mph and never knew where I was until I’d reached the east end of the property. There a small wooded area split the devil wind just enough to allow me to realize the I’d passed my house.  Within seconds another white-out made me stop and think. One thing for sure, you never want to back up in a white out, so I just sat and waited until a little break in the intensity of the wind, then went a ¼ mile or so to the next neighbor, turned and felt my way back to the EastWing.


Home at last, home at last. Thank God, Home at last. I do believe that even atheists say prayers in a white out, just in case they’re wrong, and don’t want to take the chance at being on the wrong side of the rope at the big finish. But oh well, they’d just call it hedging the bet. I call it scaring the crap out of ‘em.

Did me, I prayed.


Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.


From The EastWing, Inside A Snowball.

I Wish You Well,


From The EastWing, Doing Well, Taxing ObamaCare, Paying More & Getting Less, Old School Teachers & Me, Big Snows & Little Snows & Cops & Robbers.

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


With all the inquires of the last week, as to the state of my health just let me say, I’m good. The reason we did not visit last week is to be honest, I was just too lazy to say hello. (insert smiles here).  The real truth was the volume of work to keep pace with the opening of the electronic tax filing season with IRS. We didn’t get overwhelmed, but not underwhelmed either.


For those who have yet to file their income tax returns for 2014, you may be in for the shock of “ObamaCare”. In the Office of RHCO INC. during the last couple weeks we’ve seen about everything that can  play out with this “Affordable Care Act”, known far and wide as ObamaCare. The options are many and the additional taxes you may pay are varied based on many different factors. Many will be surprised, some will have no problems at all


It doesn’t matter on which side of the issue you lie when it comes to ObamaCare, It’s gona cost you more, lots more for your health insurance, and you are gona get less, much less for your money.  Of all the social legislation to provide assistance for the lower economic group in our society, this ObamaCare thing has failed the worst of anything I’ve ever seen.


I’d like to see some bleeding heart progressive that that one on. Just point another piece of social legislation that has failed worse than ObamaCare. As a conservative friend of mine once said “Go ahead punk, make my day.”


It’s difficult to visualize a system that requires you to buy a product, then fines you for not being able to afford the required product. That’s the jest of how the ObamaCare system works for many, many people. For the first time since this thing came into existence the general public is just now starting to take note of the major problems. The reason it’s now garnering the spotlight in the minds of many is simple. Now it’s costing fines in the form of additional taxes. For many it’s costing more than ever for health insurance. The annual deductable is beyond their ability to pay  for many taxpayers.


In the office, so far this tax filing season, we’ve seen monthly ObamaCare Insurance as high as $1,850.00 for a family of 2, that’s $1850.00 per month. We’ve also seen deductible coverage as high a $10,000.00. And some of the horror stories as to the mix ups in the sign ups I won’t even talk about.


So now for all those who voted for all those who voted to pass the ObamaCare law, thanks a lot for nothing. You were wrong then and that vote remains wrong now. It’s interesting to note that not a single republican voted to enact the Affordable Care Act. It’s also interesting to note that over half of those who voted to pass that law in the United States Senate are no longer in the United States Senate. That alone speaks volumes for a mistake in judgment on the part of men who would have rather kept their seat in the U. S. Senate


The amount of additional work in preparing 1040 taxes this year is a choir to be worked into the system. Taxpayers are just not waking up to the fact that they cannot file their Federal Income Tax without addressing their participation or lack of participation in the ObamaCare Program. In 2010 when this law was enacted, people like myself read and understood the law. We knew that the 2015 tax filing season would be tuff to deal with. We were right on that call.


In the above paragraph I should have used “problematic” is place of the word “tuff”. That change is to appease one of my most loved and oldest critics of what I have had to say from the EastWing. An old retired high school English teacher living in central Nebraska has graded my words from the EastWing for some 10 years or so.



About one a month or so, I’ll get a report card style email something like this:


STORY TITLE:____________________________





( I sometimes get a smiley fact it it’s a good grade) It just goes to show ya, one never gets too old for a smiley face.


Now I’ve never met this ole girl in person, but it seems we’re friends for life, and I guess we are. Once asked her why she picks on me with such poor grades and she said “The nights are long in Nebraska, you help me wile away the hours, or maybe you just make my day.”


But should I skip one Sunday Evening visit, like last Sunday, I can count on the first email read Monday Morning is coming from Nebraska. I guess old school teachers never stop being school teachers, they just stop going to the class room. I’m glad she’s a friend of mine.


As we visit here in the EastWing this evening in the middle of a sizable snow storm, I’m reminded of how last weekend was such a bomb for two men who so desperately wanted to show the world that they were in charge of everything. But it just didn’t work out well.


The weekend of January 24 -25 was to be the worst snow storm in the history of New York City. The mayor of that city started shutting the place down days in advance of the storm.  The governor of New York State started shutting down the state in concert with the mayor of New York City. The storm did not materialize and the criticism piled high on both the mayor and  governor.


But you got to look a little closer at these two to get a different prospective on their actions. From their point of view it was important that the come across as strong and decisive leaders of their government. The mayor of New York City has ever cop in the city ready to pee on his boot whenever they can get a change. He is desperate to  demonstrate he is in charge. The governor of the State of New York is in one of the most corrupt political systems in the nation. A system second only to Chicago, home of the current president.


The democratic political leader in the state of New York, the Speaker of the House, has been arrested by the federal marshals on charges of massive corruption. It’s interesting to note that the original investigation into these charges was started by the current governor. A sham investigation to eliminated rumors of problems within the state government. When the investigation did in fact turn up the real mess, the governor shut down the investigation. His response was, “I started the investigation, I have the authority to end it.” Turns out he did not.


The investigation was picked up by the US Attorney in Albany, New York, and the rest is history so to speak.   Too bad they don’t send this guy to Washington DC, he may find a little extra work there.


Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.


From The EastWing, Doing Well, Taxing ObamaCare, Paying More & Getting Less, Old School Teachers & Me, Big Snows & Little Snows & Cops & Robbers.


I Wish You Well,


From The EastWing, Sharpton & Capone Brothers Under The Skin, A Court Jester Fixes The Movies, The Secretary of State in concert to teach the world to sing.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

It’s interesting to note that Al Capone owed $150,000.00 in back taxes to the IRS and he was sent to prison. Al Sharpton owes $4,500,000.00 in back taxes to the IRS and he gets invited to the White House. Now I don’t know about you, but to me that just don’t seem right.

Best I can surmise, Rev. Al has become the official Court Jester for the Obama White House. Of course having a court jester is most appropriate when you consider the fact the Secretary of State of the United States took an acoustic guitarist to Paris to perform “You got a friend” as a explanation for the President of the United States not going to Paris with the rest of the world leaders to show support for the French in their fight with Islamic terrorist. Oh, I forgot our president does not say “Islamic Terrorist” ‘cause that might offend an Islamic Terrorist somewhere to be called an Islamic Terrorist by the President of the United States.

The latest con game to come from the White House official Court Jeter, Al Sharpton, is the funny story reported by the Washington Times. They report that Reverend Al announced he was holding an “emergency meeting” to discuss Hollywood’s all-white list of Oscar nominees and talk about possible action against the Academy Awards’ powers-who-be.”

“The movie industry is like the Rocky Mountains,” he said in a statement reported by Business Insider. “The higher you get, the whiter it gets. … I have called an emergency meeting early next week in Hollywood with the task force to discuss possible action around the Academy Awards.”

Now bear in mind this is only the second time in the last 20 years that only white folks were nominated for best actor, actress or director Oscars, so it’s not like there’s a continuing pattern of racism here.

But I’ll tell you where there IS a clear pattern of racism. It’s in the NFL, the National Football League!
I did a quick review of the starting line-ups for the four playoff teams (Seahawks, Packers, Colts and Patriots) and 65 percent of those players are black. I’d say that’s a little lop-sided. Considering blacks make up only around 14 percent of the U.S. population, I wonder why Rev. Al has not  resolved this racism issue in the NFL.

And don’t get me started about the racism in the NBA! If you want to talk about no diversity in honoring excellence, look at the recipients of the Most Valuable Player awards over the last 58 years.

It’s shocking! Seventy-eight percent of all MVPs in history have been black! Boy, I’d say the NBA is way too black. We ought to hold an emergency meeting to discuss possible action against the NBA, right Al? Lets march on this one. I mean it’s simply not FAIR. In the NBA, it’s like outer space Al — the higher you get, the darker it gets.

I’m sure after the White House Court Jester fixes the movie industry he’ll turn his attention fixing tools to the NFL and the NBA once I’ve pointed these problems out.  It’s a good thing Tiger Woods already fixed the Professional Golfing Association, else the jester’s work would be piling up.

Getting serious here for a moment, of all the blunders this current administration has created in the past six years, ignoring the world wide show of solidarity by many leaders of the free world has to rank right up there with some of the antics of former British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlin. And we all know of his miscalculations of world events.

Then when you think you’ve seen it all, Our Secretary of State takes a guitar player to Paris to sing You’ve got a friend….. WOW ! What in the world are these people thinking about.   Although I do recall that  in the past when asked about the National Anthem, the President did say he would prefer “I’d like to teach the world to sing”. I guess they’ve started.

Guess now all I gotta do is set back and wait for the email to bring all the fire calling me a racist for calling Rev. Al a Court Jester. Well all I can say to that is in the medieval courts there was always one fool, seems that today we have at least a pair probably three of a kind,  or maybe even a full house. All bets are down.

Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.

From The EastWing, Sharpton & Capone Brothers Under The Skin, A Court Jester Fixes The Movies, The Secretary of State in concert to teach the world to sing.

I Wish You Well,



From The EastWing, Loving The Winter Time, Greek Mythology, Plough Monday, Weather lore

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


Well sure enough, last week we talked about how there was no snow at the EastWing during the month of December, and then it happened. Happy New Year had hardly been said when the snow started. With the snow came the cold and with the cold came the volumes of “I hate winter”.


I love winter. The  only reason I never go to Florida or south Texas or Arizona in the winter time is I love winter. Always have as long as I can remember, and Lord knows that’s a long time. A long time of loving winter. Over the years we’ve had both friends and family repeatedly ask that we come to the warm weather during the winter time. The answer has always been no. Guess I got hooked on Snow Angels as a little hillbilly boy in downtown Toto, back in the day, and never wanted to leave the snow.


It brings a heartwarming smile every time I’m still receiving  emails telling me how right I am to refuse to jump into the “Happy Holidays” camp. Even though we talked about that a few weeks ago, it takes sometime four or five weeks and I’m still getting emails on a topic. Sometimes I have to go back and re-read what we were talking about in order to respond to the emails.


Had a client in my office last week that asked me did I know the origin of the name of the first month of the year. He was surprised that I did know about the Roman god Janus.  Now Janus is pictured as  two-headed, and both heads having a beard. One head looks forward, one head looks back. Janus was in charge of the temple of peace. The doors of the temple of peace were only open during times of war. The temple of peace was a place of safety. It was the place where new resolutions were formed. Our practice of making new year resolutions comes from this temple of peace.


The client was surprised that I knew about Janus. I was kinda surprised about how much I remembered about Janus. I didn’t tell the client I studied Greek Mythology for two semesters at The Ohio State University a while back. One of the neat things about Greek Mythology, it’s just telling stories.


Did you ever hear about Plough Monday? It’s the first Monday after Epiphany (January 6) was the day for the in times of old  to return to work after the holidays. Now  no work was actually done on this day, Plough Monday, ‘cause it was a holiday. The men all dressed in clean white smocks decorated with ribbons, the men dragged a plow (plough) through the village and collected money for the “plow light” that was kept burning in the church all year. Often men from several farms joined together to pull the plow through all their villages. They sang and danced their way from village to village to the accompaniment of music. In the evening, each farmer provided a Plough Monday Supper for his workers, with plentiful beef and beer for all.

Another interesting thing in January is the name of the full moon for the month. The Full Wolf Moon is January’s moon. Some of the American Indians also called the January full moon the Snow Moon, but most used the Full Wolf Moon for January. The name of the Full Wolf Moon came about from the howling of the wolves in hunger on the long cold January nights.


Due to the nature of January weather, the month contributes much to the weather lore world.

“Always expect a thaw in January”  “Fog in January brings a wet spring”  “He who drops a coat on a winter day will gladly put it on in May”  “If on January 12th the Sun shine, it foreshows much wind”


Just keep those little jewels in mind  and you may be surprised at how many will demonstrate some degree of accuracy.


While we’re talking ole time stuff, I may as well throw in some that are near 100% accurate whenever they occur.  Also just watch these and you’ll be as surprised as I was when I first started watching such things in downtown Toto.


“The higher the clouds, the finer the weather”.  If you spot wispy, thin clouds up where jet airplanes fly, expect a spell of pleasant weather. Keep an eye, however, on the smaller puffy clouds (cumulus), especially if it’s in the morning or early afternoon. If the rounded tops of these clouds, which have flat bases, grow higher than the one cloud’s width, then there’s a chance of a thunderstorm forming.


“Clear Moon, frost soon.”  When the night sky is clear, Earth’s surface cools rapidly—there is no cloud cover to keep the heat in. If the night is clear enough to see the Moon and the temperature drops enough, frost will form. Expect a chilly morning


“When clouds appear like towers, the Earth is refreshed by frequent showers”.

When you see large, white clouds that look like cauliflower or castles in the sky, there is probably lots of dynamic weather going on inside. Innocent clouds look like billowy cotton, not towers. If the clouds start to swell and take on a gray tint, they’re probably turn into thunderstorms.

“A rainbow in the morning gives you fair warning.” A rainbow in the morning indicates that a shower is west of us and we will probably get it. Morning rainbows are rare but I’ve never seen one without it raining within the hour.


Now I didn’t really intend to go off on weather lore and Greek Mythology this visit in the EastWing, but sometimes ya just gotta go with the flow.


Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.


From The EastWing,  Loving The Winter Time, Greek Mythology, Plough Monday, Weather lore


I Wish You Well,


From the EastWing, A No Snow December, Hoping Buzz Words Buzz Off, Murder 110th

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Did you notice that it did not snow in December? At least not here at the EastWing. We thought that kinda strange and so we looked. I can say for a fact that last month was the first December since 1968 where no snow fell at my location. Now if you really want to get into the weather facts of no snow in December, well, South Bend IN had a record low snow fall in December of 0.2 inches. The previous low snow fall record for South Bend was 0.5 inches, that set in 1912. With that being said, guess it’s safe to say we just had the lowest snow fall at the EastWing in well over 100 years.

As I sat this Sunday Afternoon in the EastWing watching blowing snow and falling temperatures while reading the National Weather Service warning of bad time to come here in the next 24 – 48 hours, I think oh well, only two months till spring. January and February, ‘cause everybody knows we start spring at the EastWing come March 1st.

As December, with its no snow, and 2014 slipped into their proper place of things that used to be, I was hoping some of the stuff that seem to annoy me would also go slip sliding away.

Buzz words such as “transparency”. I’ve heard that spoken so much I’m sick of the sound. Seems that it was to be the most transparent administration in the history of the republic. Or so the presidential candidate Obama promised in 2008. Hope and change along with transparency. Now we all know how both of those worked out.

“At the end of the day”. Much like transparency, I’m really sick of hearing people say “At the end of the day”. The phrase adds nothing to the conversation at hand, and does in my opinion make the speaker of such phrase, at the end of the day, look and sound stupid. Some words just don’t advance your argument in the way you are hoping.

A few years ago the democrat talking points on a particular issue included the word “gravitas”. I’m not even sure I now remember what the issue was to begin with, but do remember the stupidity of bombarding the air ways with every democrat saying gravitas every chance they could get.

Now if you may not be familiar with the phrase talking points, that’s when someone in the democrat system decided what to say about an issue, passed the statement along, and then everyone who had the slightest chance of getting in front of a TV camera memorized the talking points, and then performed much like the old vaudeville act of the Organ Grinder and the Monkey on the string. When the camera came on they made sure to say Gravitas and smile into your living room TV, as if they knew what they were talking about.

As for me, at the end of the day, those folks showed a lack of transparency and did not demonstrate the proper level of gravitas to garner my attention or support.

Just so the next time you hear gravitas, you’ll know where it came from.

Word Origin and History for gravitas . Noun.

1924, from Latin gravitas “weight, heaviness;” figuratively, of persons,”dignity, presence, influence” (see gravity ). A word that became usefulwhen gravity acquired a primarily scientific meaning.
Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2010 Douglas Harper

A friend of mine recently sent me an interesting set of statistics. I thought I’d share with you. It’s from the World Health Organization and it’s the murder statistics for the whole world. It’s the rate that we kill each other per 100,000 of us per year.

Honduras at 91.6 per 100,000 leads the world in murder rate !

With all the push for gun control in our nation, you’d think the United States would be near the top of the leader board, maybe # 2 or 3, surly in the top 5. Most defiantly in the top 10. Wrong, wrong, and wrong. The United States murder rate is 4.2 per 100,000 That ranks the United states in 110th place on the world list. That ranking in its self may be a surprise to many.

But Wait There’s More !!! All of the 109 countries with a higher murder rate than the Unites States, well those countries all have 100% gun control bans making it illegal for regular citizens of those countries to own guns.

The only nation that did not make the list is Switzerland. For a simple reason, they did not have any recorded gun murders during the time measured in the study. As strange as that may sound, keep in mind that in Switzerland the law requires every adult to own a gun and maintain marksman qualifications on a regular basis.

For all those preaching total and complete gun control in the United States, you may want to reconsider your position. If not you may want to consider relocating to Switzerland. At least you’d be safe there.

Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.

From the EastWing, A No Snow December, Hoping Buzz Words Buzz Off, Murder 110th

I Wish You Well,


From The EastWing, Jumping On Merry Christmas, Kicking A Butt Off An Airplane Texas Style, A Star Story Named Bethlehem

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

The sun had not yet risen on the Christmas Morning and the emails brought admonishment for the use of “MERRY CHRISTMAS”.

In no short order I was told the importance of being all inclusive in respecting the “rights” of others when it comes to the use of offensive language such as Merry Christmas. It was recommended that I pursue some type of sensitivity training that will allow me to better communicate with all friends of the EastWing. It was pointed out that as the “Leader of the Band” at the EastWing, my role is to put aside my personal antiquated opinions and strive to communicate on a more diverse level with those EastWing friends who do have a more modern way of viewing the world.

First of all, for those over 1,000 emails that simply said MERRY CHRISTMAS. I thank you one and all. For those 46 emails that has an issue with MERRY CHRISTMAS, tuff. It always amazes me that people living in a society where Merry Christmas has been the main greeting for the holiday for longer than we’ve been a country, and now along comes some folks who think they’ve invented smart. They have not.

For many, refusing to say Merry Christmas can get one in a world of hurt. Just ask the feller who was thrown off the plane in Houston TX when he made a big deal about when one of the flight attendants said Merry Christmas to him. The Captain tried to calm him down, to no avail. As he was lead from the plane by security people, all passengers stood and cheered. They should have all shouted MERRY CHRISTMAS.

As a star gazer I’m forever being asked what I know about the Star of Bethlehem. First of all, I didn’t see it, only heard about the star. With that being said, I do know a little about that star.

The Star of Bethlehem remains a mystery to both astronomers and historians. There are many contributing factors, including the uncertainty of the actual date of Christ’s birth and the terminology used to describe celestial happenings more than 20 centuries ago. For instance, any celestial object bright enough to attract attention was apt to be called a star. Therefore, the object we seek may not have even been a star.
Four theories have been advanced to explain the star. One is that it was an unusually bright meteor or fireball streaking toward the horizon. But such fiery streaks only last for several seconds at most; hardly long enough to lead the Wise Men halfway across the Orient to Bethlehem. Although certainly it would have been quite an interesting camel ride! Even better than Hump Day.
Another theory suggests that the star might have been a bright comet. But we must say no to that as well because comets were considered to omens of evil. They were considered to presage famine, flood, an epidemic or some other disaster.

Not so easily dismissed is a nova or supernova outburst; dying stars having a final fling of glory before descending the long road to ultimate extinction. The appearance of a very bright nova would certainly attract the attention of sky conscious people. Then, after several weeks or months of such prominence, it slowly fades back into the night sky. In the case of a supernova, a massive star literally blows itself apart, putting forth an energy output equivalent to a hundred billion stars or more. It can suddenly blaze forth in the night sky with a brilliance rivaling Jupiter or even Venus; perhaps even be glimpsed in broad daylight. Truly a celestial announcement worthy of the birth of the King of Kings.
Unfortunately, ancient Chinese records do not show any such bright nova or supernova appearing in the sky some 2,000 years ago. These ancient Chinese records of the night sky are extremely accurate in all other respects. So when looking for that very bright supernova back then, if the Chinese say not there, I believe ‘em.
That only leaves the planets. A conjunction of two or more planets would undoubtedly be watched with great interest by the Wise Men and might have been interpreted by them as a sign in the heavens. In February of 6 B.C., Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars formed a triangular configuration very low in the western twilight sky soon after sunset. If you have visited a planetarium for the traditional Christmas show, you may have experienced the thrill of seeing these worlds approach each other as the projector races back in time to recreate this celestial picture.
Taken literally, however, the account of the star in the book of St. Matthew actually calls for two “stars.” One to start the Wise Men on their long journey, the other appearing when they arrived in Bethlehem. Perhaps the signal for their star came on August 12, 3 B.C. with the two brightest planets, Venus and Jupiter rising in the east at dawn and appearing just 12 minutes of arc apart. Planets this close are very striking, if they do not differ too much in brightness.
Interestingly, in the book The Bible as History (Bantam 1983) by Werner Keller, it is noted that in the original Greek the words used for “in the east” are a technical term meaning “heliacal rising” or an observation in the eastern sky before sunrise, nicely explaining the ambiguous phrase in St. Matthew.
Venus then disappeared into the solar glare, but Jupiter remained in the sky for the next 10 months, accompanying the Wise Men on their westward journey until on June 17, 2 B.C. another, even more outstanding conjunction with Venus took place, this time in the western sky after sunset. At sundown only the sharpest of eyes might have split them and two hours later at minimum separation they were just 36 arc seconds or 0.01° apart. The two planets would have appeared to merge their light into a single brilliant beacon; an extraordinarily rare occurrence! And since the Wise Men were traveling westward, one could say that the “star in the east” went (as St. Matthew noted) “before them.”
While I believe that these two close conjunctions of Venus and Jupiter offer the most plausible astronomical explanation for the Star, there are problems with it, since each occurred after the generally accepted date for the death of King Herod (April 4 B.C.), who met with the Wise Men before they proceeded to Bethlehem. Scholars who reject as mythical the story of Herod and favor a later date for Christ’s birth are inclined to regard the star as a myth too.
Or perhaps it was after all, truly a miracle star? A celestial apparition unique in the history of man. Astronomy has taken the search for the origin of the Star of Bethlehem as far as it can go. The final decision is yours to make.

Now here at the EastWing, we’ve always believed in miracles.
Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.
From The EastWing, Jumping On Merry Christmas, Kicking A Butt Off An Airplane Texas Style, A Star Story Named Bethlehem

I wish you well,


From The EastWing, A Winter Solstice, The Speed We Go, Rudolph Retold Again

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

It’s kinda neat to think that as we visit this late afternoon here in the EastWing, winter came by. Actually the start of winter was at 5:03 PM, EastWing Time. Guess I better say something about the Winter Solstice else my star gazing friends will get all over my case.

However, they do get on my case often for not saying enough about stargazing when we all visit in the EastWing. Then when I do say something, they’re on my case because, I don’t use scientific or astrological terminology in describing what ever I’m talking about. Don’t do that for good reasons. It’s not that I don’t know the words, I just don’t like to have to explain what some of those big puppies mean. Now I don’t know about you, but for me, I hate when I read something and don’t understand it’s meaning. I try to avoid that as much as possible.

In the Northern Hemisphere, the winter solstice days are the ones with the fewest hours of sunlight in the whole year. The reason for such short sunlight is the angle of the tilt of the earth. On this day, we’re tilting 23.5° It’s like we’re leaning away from the sun. As a result we get less heat and less light. But not to worry, in six months we go the other way, then here comes summer, oh happy days of summer.

Just today I was asked how long does the winter solstice last. Sounds like a simple question with a simple answer. As much as I’d like to say simple answer, it’s important to look at where we are in this grand scheme things when it comes to the winter solstice.

Along with orbiting around the sun at 66,600 mph, the Earth is also rotating at its axis at about 1,070 miles per hour. So we are at the same time hurtling around the sun at 66,600 mph while sitting on a rock that is spinning at 1,070 mph. On top of that, our whole solar system is rocketing through space around the center of the Milky Way at around 559,234 mph. On top of that, our galaxy is hurtling through space at around 671,080 mph, with respect to our local group of galaxies. On top of that, for all we know, our entire Universe is hurtling through some unknown medium at some other ridiculous speed.

Now with that being said, imagine if you will, you see a marker in front of you much the same as if you are driving on the interstate. The marker you see is the Winter Solstice. You pass the marker at full speed. Now imagine the same story but use the speeds in the above paragraph, and you’re coming at the marker in time. The winter solstice passes quick. A vapor in time.

This is the True Story of Rudolph.
A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty apartment window into the chilling December night. His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bob’s wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer.

Little Barbara couldn’t understand why her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad’s eyes and asked, “Why isn’t Mommy just like everybody else’s Mommy?”

Bob’s jaw tightened and his eyes welled with tears. Her question brought waves of grief, but also of anger. It had been the story of Bob’s life. Life always had to be different for Bob. Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called names he’d rather not remember.

From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in. Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression.

Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was all short-lived. Evelyn’s bout with cancer stripped them of all their savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums.

Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938. Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn’t even afford to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn’t buy a gift, he was determined to make one – a storybook!

Bob had created an animal character in his own mind and told the animal’s story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope. Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with each telling. Who was the character? What was the story all about? The story Bob May created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was a misfit outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose.

Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas Day. But the story doesn’t end there. The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the book.

Wards went on to print, “ Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer ” and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph.

That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book. In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all rights back to Bob May.

The book became a best seller. Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family, became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving daughter. But the story doesn’t end there either.

Bob’s brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry.

“Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer” was released in 1949 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception of “White Christmas.”

The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn’t so bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.

Before we visit again in the EastWing, Christmas will have come and gone. Unlike the winter solstice Christmas stays all day and night. It is my prayer that all friends of the EastWing will pause in quite thanksgiving for the reason we celebrate. Christ The King.

Stay safe in Afghanistan.

From The EastWing, A Winter Solstice, The Speed We Go, Rudolph Retold Again

I Wish You Well, And Merry Christmas from


PS: Oh I almost forgot, now don’t anyone get crazy and send me emails saying I should not be saying MERRY CHRISTMAS. That’s a bunch of crap. I don’t have a single Jewish Friend who is offended by MERRY CHRISTMAS, and yes I do have many Jewish Friends. The only ones who could be offended are those who truly miss the message, so once again MERRY CHRISTMAS !

From the EastWing Predicting The Future, Michigan Woes, Me & Brother Al Just A marching

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Just as sure as Dorothy lives in Kansas, this story of an old man and a Marine is destined to play out in a couple years. Then when it does, you’ll remember where you heard it first.

One bright sunny day in January, 2017, it’ll be on a Tuesday, an old man approaches the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue where he’d been sitting on a park bench. He says hello to the U.S. Marine standing guard and says, “I would like to go in and meet with President Obama.” The Marine looks at the man and says, “Sir, Mr. Obama is no longer president and no longer resides here.” The old man says, “Okay,” and walks away.

The very next day the same man approaches the White House and says to the same Marine, “I would like to go in and meet with President Obama.” The Marine again tells the man, “Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Obama is no longer president and no longer resides here.” The man thanks him and again walks away.

On the third day, the same man approaches the White House and speaks to the very same U.S. Marine, saying, “I would like to go in and meet with President Obama.” The Marine, understandably a little agitated at this point, looks at the man and says, “Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr. Obama. I’ve told you already that Mr. Obama is no longer the president and no longer resides here. Don’t you understand?”

The old man smiles, looks at the Marine and says, “Oh, I understand that. I just love hearing it said.”

The Marine snaps to attention, smartly salutes, and says, “See you tomorrow, SIR!”

And so goes the legacy of a man who brought “Hope and Change” to the political forefront. It worked as a campaign slogan. Yet in the real world the Obama Administration has been a major mistake in the eyes of many. And now the political party responsible for putting this hope and change deception in place is abandoning the dear leader in droves. When Nancy Pelosi abandons the President, there’s trouble in River City and everybody knows it. Whether they want to admit it or not, everybody knows the end has come to this crap called hope and change. It didn’t work due to the man in charge and his reliance of “Chicago Style Politics”. Surrounded by Chicago political cronies and radicals such as Al Sharpton, so goes the Hope and Change.

As predicted from the EastWing way back in 2009, “this administration will make the Jimmy Carter Presidency look good”. And so it has. The only one truly happy with the job performance of the hope and change guy is Jimmy Carter.

A few weeks ago, in conversation with a former resident of Michigan, I was informed that Michigan has the highest population of Muslims in the United States . Also when President Obama took office the United States paid several millions of dollars to have a large number of Palestinians , ( All Muslim ), immigrated here from Palestine . Why? We don’t pay for other persons to immigrate here, and I’m sure that some of those Muslims moved into Michigan with the large current number of Muslims already established there.

So now in Michigan, when you call the Public Assistance office you are told to “Press 1 for English. Press 2 for Spanish, or Press 3 for Arabic” I did call and sure enough, press 3 and you get, what I assume to be Arabic. For sure it was not fluent Hillbilly, my native tongue. CHECK IT OUT YOURSELF – Here is the number 1-888-678-8914. When given a choice press 3.

Every time you add a new language to an American program it requires an additional number of persons fluent in that language to process those persons who refuse to learn English in order to live here at an additional cost to the taxpayer! Why are we even allowing persons to immigrate here who cannot provide for themselves, and putting them in our welfare system?

Press 3 for Arabic. WOW!!! This seems to have happened clandestinely , for, as far as I know, no public announcement or opportunity to vote on this was offered to the American people. They’re just adopting an official stance, and very likely using tax-payer money for it, in various capacities, without public knowledge or approval.

When did the ARABIC option sneak into our culture? Will we soon have to listen to our governmental offices, stores, and other venues offer us the option of “pressing 3 for ARABIC?”

As for me, I’d rather press 4 for HILLBILLY. But don’t think that will happen, ‘cause I’m a discriminated minority. Maybe I’ll just riot and call my friend and brother, Rev. Al. We’ll show em.

Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.

From the EastWing Predicting The Future, Michigan Woes, Me & Brother Al Just A marching

I Wish You Well,


From the EastWing, The Baby Girl Maggie L, Talking About A Yule Log, For Some Businesses A Time To Die, Things That Go Away.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Happy times in the EastWing. A new baby girl, the first grandchild, Maggie Lucille, has arrived. My son, RJ is a proud papa, and me and the She likewise, proud Grandma and Grandpa. I’m not going to bore you to tears with pictures and all sorta stuff, but I’ll just say I will tell you the story when it’s time…. The only part of that story written so far is the title. “THE SPOILING OF MAGGIE L”

And so once again it’s soon to be that time of the year when a burning Yule Log is symbolic of the light that will return after the dark days of early winter and gives us an excuse to gather with dear ones before a roaring fire.

The tradition is an old one, going back to the Druid custom of choosing a large log from an apple or oak tree, lighting it afire, and praying that it would burn forever. In England, the log was selected months before Christmas. Because it was believed that all who brought it in from the woods would be protected against harm for the ensuing year, everyone lent a hand, making the event itself a festive time.

Custom also decreed that a piece from the previous year’s log be saved to light the new log. As the Yule Log burned, everyone danced and cavorted in its heat and warmth, safe in the knowledge that the evil spirits would stay away for another year.

Now I don’t know about you, but me and the She, well me and the She, we just don’t dance and cavort quite as much as we used to. Seems like other things take priority over that cavorting. Although I’m not opposed to such, from time to time.

Every year about his time, someone publishes a listing of businesses expected to close during the following year. Some are correct and as always some are wrong. Russell Stover Candies, Ball Park Hot Dogs, Jimmy Dean Sausage, Zynga, are only the first half of the list.

Most people have heard on the first four and very, very few have ever heard of Zynga. And that’ port of the problem. Zynga is the company that provides those stupid games on social media. More specific, the face book games. Only one major success for this company. For my Face book friends who play Farmville, you can thank Zynga for bringing that product to you. It turns out that Zynga is much like those who don’t survive in the record recording business. How may “One and done” artist do you know in the music business.

After reading of the early demise of some of my favorite things (candy, hot dogs, & sausage) I got to thinking if I could make a listing of thing that will surly disappear in our lifetime.

1. The Post Office: Get ready to imagine a world without the post office. They are so deeply in financial trouble that there is probably no way to sustain it long term. Email, Fed Ex, and UPS have just about wiped out the minimum revenue needed to keep the post office alive. Most of your mail every day is junk mail and bills, just like mine.

2. The Check: Britain is already laying the groundwork to do away with check by 2018. It costs the financial system billions of dollars a year to process checks. Plastic cards and online transactions will lead to the eventual demise of the check. This plays right into the death of the post office. If you never paid your bills by mail and never received them by mail, the post office would absolutely go out of business, and the demise of the check will be one of the culprits.

3. The Newspaper: The young people today simply doesn’t read the newspaper. They certainly don’t subscribe to a daily delivered print edition. That may go the way of the milkman and the laundry man. As for reading the paper online, get ready to pay for it. The rise in mobile Internet devices and e-readers has caused all the newspaper and magazine publishers to form an alliance. They have met with Apple, Amazon, and the major cell phone companies to develop a model for paid subscription services.

4. The Book: You say you will never give up the physical book that you hold in your hand and turn the literal pages Many said the same thing about downloading music from iTunes. They wanted the hard copy CD. But quickly changed their mind when it was discovered that one could get albums for half the price without ever leaving home to get the latest music. The same thing will happen with books. You can browse a bookstore online and even read a preview chapter before you buy. And the price is less than half that of a real book. And think of the convenience! Once you start flicking your fingers on the screen instead of the book, you find that you are lost in the story, can’t wait to see what happens next, and you forget that you’re holding a gadget instead of a book.

Just a side line on the book going the way of the dodo bird, The She, and avid reader, now reads her latest book on her iPad. For some reason we call the iPads Doter Doters.. Don’t know why, just do.

5. The Land Line Telephone: Unless you have a large family and make a lot of local calls, you don’t need it anymore. Most people keep it simply because they’ve always had it. But you are paying double charges for that extra service. All the cell phone companies will let you call customers using the same cell provider for no charge against your minutes. Have you noticed the shrinking of the Phone Book?

6. Music: This is one of the saddest parts of the change story. The music industry is dying a slow death. Not just because of illegal downloading. It’s the lack of innovative new music being given a chance to get to the people who would like to hear it. Greed and corruption is the problem. The record labels and the radio conglomerates are simply self-destructing. Over 40% of the music purchased today is “catalogue items,” meaning traditional music that the public is familiar with. Older established artists. This is also true on the live concert circuit. To explore this fascinating and disturbing topic further, check out the book, “Appetite for Self-Destruction” by Steve Knopper, and the video documentary, “Before the Music Dies.”

7. Television Revenues: To the networks are down dramatically. Not just because of the economy. People are watching TV and movies streamed from their computers. And they’re playing games and doing lots of other things that take up the time that used to be spent watching TV. Prime time shows have degenerated down to lower than the lowest common denominator. Cable rates are skyrocketing and commercials run about every 4 minutes and 30 seconds. I say good riddance to most of it. It’s time for the cable companies to be put out of our misery. Let the people choose what they want to watch
online and through Netflix.

8. The “Things” That You Own(Your Stuff): Many of the very possessions that we used to own are still in our lives, but we may not actually own them in the future. They may simply reside in “the cloud.” Today your computer has a hard drive and you store your pictures, music, movies, and documents. Your software is on a CD or DVD, and you can always re-install it if need be. But all of that is changing. Apple, Microsoft, and Google are all finishing up their latest “cloud services.” That means that when you turn on a computer, the Internet will be built into the operating system. So, Windows, Google, and the Mac OS will be tied straight into the Internet. If you click an icon, it will open something in the Internet cloud. If you save something, it will be saved to the cloud. And you may pay a monthly subscription fee to the cloud provider. In this virtual world, you can access your music or your books, or your whatever from any laptop or handheld device. That’s the good news. But, will you actually own any of this “stuff” or will it all be able to disappear at any moment in a big “Poof?” Will most of the things in our lives be disposable and whimsical? It makes you want to run to the closet and pull out that photo album, grab a book from the shelf, or open up a CD case and pull out the insert.

9. Joined Handwriting (Cursive Writing): Already gone in some schools who no longer teach “joined handwriting” because nearly everything is done now on computers or keyboards of some
type (pun intended)

10. Privacy: If there ever was a concept that we can look back on nostalgically, it will be privacy. That’s gone. It’s been gone for a long time anyway.. There are cameras on the street, in most of the buildings, and even built into your computer and cell phone. But you can be sure that 24/7, “They” know who you are and where you are, right down to the GPS coordinates, and the Google Street View. If you buy something, your habit is put into a zillion profiles, and your ads will change to reflect those habits.. “They” will try to get you to buy something else. Again and again and again and again. All we will have left that which can’t be changed…….are our “Memories”. Logic is dead. Excellence is punished. Mediocrity is rewarded. And dependency is to be revered.

Stay safe in Afghanistan and Iraq.

From the EastWing, The Baby Girl Maggie L, Talking About A Yule Log, For Some Businesses A Time To Die, Things That Go Away.

I Wish You Well,