Open Letter to Spammers

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Every day in my E-Mail I get spam such as “Russian Beauties want to meet you”  or Asian Beauties or simply “Hot Women” or Women in your area want to meet you.   OK you get the drift now I can and do just delete them and mark them as spam but just to let you know I will NEVER call the number or click the link or whatever.    What ever list I am on if you could delete my email address that would be great.  I am 70 years old, married for 48 years and a fairly regular church goer and would like those emails to just go away

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A Little of This and That

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Going out to church yesterday morning I slipped on the front steps and fell the whole way down.  It happened so fast I only know that I ended up in the snow and ice laying down by the car (that is the fastest I ever went down those stairs).   I decided that since I was already by the car that if I could get up I would still go to church – and I did.  There are several places on my body that ache and hurt if I touch them but overall I am still alive and kickin’ .  We’ll see how I feel when I try to get to my small group at church tonight.

I have thought quite a bit this past year that my wife and family really needs someone much stronger and better than me.   If they should find that someone I would bow out gracefully as I know that I am fortunate that they have put up with me all this time.

I started going through my old 45 records recently and they sure bring back some great memories.  Many of them have these covers on them with pictures of the artist,  you don’t get that with a cd or an mp3.    I have a ton of records that I’ve saved through all these years.  I have Bobby Vee, Elvis, Frankie Avalon, Bobby Rydell, Dion and many many more.   I even have a couple records by “Jan and Arnie” which was Jan recording with a friend before Dean came in the picture and and and I have like a demo record by Walt the Stilt Chamberlain.  If I can find a cheap desk to put downstairs by the computer I am going (I hope) to get out an old turn table and play my records now and again.

I am really getting tired of television,  even the shows I watch have been losing their appeal to me.  Their are a few that I still look forward to watching but that list is dwindling down a lot lately.   Some of the shows I still watch regularly are “Scorpion, Big Bang Theory, NCIS (all of them), This Is Us,  Criminal Minds and a few BBC shows.   This week I recorded and watched what I consider the best Cop movie ever made “Bullit” with Steve McQueen and that car chase scene is simply classic.

On Valentines day this year we will have been married for 48 years.  It’s been a great ride for me but it seems that everyone could have done better than me;  I can’t give them the things they seem to want like in-ground pools and cruises and I am pretty boring at get togethers and parties.  But I am here until they get tired of me and move along (I would have thought it would have happened a long time ago).

OK enough whining so I guess I’ll go ahead and post this.

Rod McKuen – The Things Men Do

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The Things Men Do 

Rod McKuenFrom the album “Sold Out – Rod McKuen Live at Carnegie Hall”, 1969

(I still have this original record – it is one of my favorites) 
It makes me cry to see the things
Some men do to one another
Makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Every street’s a battlefield and every door’s a jail
And never the sword and not the shield
Can stay the widow’s wail.
I cannot understand, I will not understand
Why freedom stumbles in our land
And it makes me cry to see the things
Some men do to one another
Makes me cry to see the things some men do.

Every road’s a bitter road and songs are only songs
And when in church children kneel
They cannot right the wrongs
I cannot understand, I will not understand
Why terror rumbles in our land
And it makes me cry to see the things
Some men do to one another
Makes me cry to see the things some men do.

Every night’s a lonesome night that lasts a lonesome year
And torches all the brighter burn
To burn away the fear
I cannot understand, I will not understand
Why freedom staggers in our land.
And it makes me cry to see the things
Some men do to one another
Makes me cry to see the things some men do.

St John Presbyterian – Tampa FL

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This is the church I grew up in many, many, many, many (is that enough?) years ago.

A small church but with a congregation that worked tirelessly to serve the community.    Besides the church building on their property they have a Walk In Clinic for those that can’t afford health care,  a group home for developmentally disabled adults and a learning center.

Anyone looking for a church home would do well to give St John a try and if I were to still live in Tampa it would still be my choice.  With that said the folks who were the backbone of the church (Mike and Olga Casanueva, Manual and Hortense Beito, and my mom and dad Charlotte and Henry Knight); of course there are others but right now these come to mind first.

Here is a link to their new website,  please give it a browse and consider them for your new church home.

St John Presbyterian – Tampa FL

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KNEELING AND THE GREAT RACIAL DIVIDE

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This is taken from the Bacon Bits Show Website:  http://baconbitsshow.com/2018/01/02/kneeling-great-racial-divide/


With 2017 over it’s now time for me to address one of the issues that riled me up the most in 2017: The NFL Kneelers and their various supporters.

Throughout the season some players knelt during the National Anthem, others just stood locked arm-in-arm and, on at least once occasion, a team simply refused to leave the locker room. This all started last year when Colin Kaepernick and his radical leftist girlfriend decided to jump on the “police are murdering black people” bandwagon. You may recall he wore socks depicting police officers as pigs, made his admiration for murderous criminal Che Geuverra known and ultimately said he refused to respect the flag of a country that is rife with social injustice going so far as to make the reckless and false claim that the “streets were lined with bodies” who were victims of police shootings.

This year as the kneeling continued, without Kaepernick who is now out of the league, President Trump threw gas on the fire by declaring that NFL teams should fine and/or release players who did not stand for the anthem. In response more players kneeled the following weekend and in unison, gee almost as if someone had given them talking points, they declared Trump to be the Great Divider. All they wanted, they declared, was to shine a spotlight on an issue that doesn’t even exist; namely the murderous rampage they believed police to be on where the primary victims were young black men. They wanted to bring people together not tear communities asunder like Trump was doing. They would unite people where Trump would divide them!

While the notion that these brain-dead players honestly thought that by disrespecting the flag and annoying half the country they would “bring people together” may seem laughable to normal people their cause caught the attention of the usual suspects in Hollywood. Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny Tweeted a picture of themselves kneeling in solidarity, for example, and on and on it went.

One of the major problems with the movement is this: If NFL players really wanted to see people off all stripes and colors united, even if for a moment, all they had to do was turn around. Turn around and take a good hard look into the stands, into the faces of the people shelling out a good chunk of their hard-earned money to applaud them each Sunday.

I have been to a dozen or more NFL games in my life and one thing has always been true of them: In the stands there are no skin colors. Nobody’s religion matters, no ones ethnicity matters, sex, disability, none of it matters outside of the team colors you’re all wearing. You sit next to people you’ve never met and instantly you’re part of a temporary community that accepts everyone.

Go to a game and look around. I’ve seen it at these games. Black guys, white guys, Asians, and handicapped people. All of them cheering in one voice, high-fiving each other and “Can I get you a beer while I am heading that way” to one another. Totally united and enjoying each others company. The sports itself was the great uniter. White people wearing the jerseys with the names of black players on the back and vice versa, nobody caring what color anyone was.

Even those fans who were rooting for the invading team were, for the most part, members of this temporary community albeit while being subjected to plenty of ribbing and teasing.

I’ve sat in those stands, on one occasion next to black guys I have never met who did not care about our skin color and both of whom literally hugged me when victory appeared imminent. If you’ve been to an NFL game you have seen what I have, probably experienced what I have, even if you didn’t make note of it. Diversity and harmony like the radical left always says the WANT to see but then ignore when it happens.

And what was it that took these diverse, united people and drove a wedge between them? Kneeling. The players who called Trump the Great Divider had taken a fan base that has been made up of all the different kinds of people that you could possibly imagine, a fan base that was united for decades, and tore them apart. Suddenly it was no longer one temporary community of diverse people every Sunday. It was two. Suddenly it wasn’t everyone wearing a Bears jersey in the stadium became part of an instant family, it was Bears fans who support kneeling on one side and those who don’t on the other. It was a clear divide on the issue among racial lines, lines that didn’t exist among those fans two short years ago.

Colin Kaepernick and his sycophants did not achieve some sort of racial harmony, they took the fragile and budding racial harmony that did exist, if only for 3 hours a week, and destroyed it. Instead of building on the color-blind comradery that existed in each stadium they burned it down.

And it didn’t have to happen that way. To see some of the racial harmony they wanted all they had to do was turn around.

And now even bigger and more powerful celebrities want to champion the cause of a man who is actively destroying the league that made him a millionaire. The league that gave him the platform from which he shouted “racists” at his legions of fans.

And the dividing didn’t stop in the stands. The wedge they drove, whether they admit it publicly or not, extended to the locker rooms. Locker room that had previously, much like the stands, been color-free zones. Everyone in a locker room, black white or other, is part of a team. A family. The players often refer to each other as “brothers” in regards to their teammates. And yet look at any picture of the kneeling players and see the divide. Some standing, some kneeling. A wedge. Discord primarily along racial lines where previously there was harmony. When the Pittsburgh Steelers decided as a team to not even take the field for the National Anthem one player, Alejandro Villanueva, came out and paid his respects. For a moment he had the top selling jersey in the NFL but then, as often happens, social justice warriors shamed him into an apology with some teammates piling on and being “disappointed” that he chose to break ranks.

Just look at the polls to witness the divide. A September poll by CNN found 59% of whites thought kneeling in protest was wrong while 84% of blacks said it was the right thing to do. Overall most people felt kneeling was wrong and while the NFL tried to ride out the storm instead of dealing with this issue fans made their displeasure known with Twitter accounts popping up to show pictures of half-empty stadiums.

At the end of the day the kneelers who accused Trump of dividing the country were the ones sowing the seeds of discord all along. It was they who took a united and diverse group of fans, seeking to escape political messages and daily stresses for a lousy 3 hours on Sunday, and divided them once again into racial categories. These protests did far more harm than good and may have dealt an irreparable blow to the NFL’s reputation but even worse, they may have set race relations back even farther.

Television Shows

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There are a number of TV shows my wife and I watch on a regular basis and then there are some that I watch on my own.    We have a regular list of shows each night that we watch as we are eating dinner;   but my wife prefers to record them and then fast forward through the commercials – as for me I prefer not to be bothered so I just put on a show and watch it in real time.

My wife tends to like the sit coms and I like police shows.

The Big Bang Theory is still the funniest show going.  But there are a few others that I get a good laugh out of:  Man With A Plan, Mom, Life In Pieces, Fresh Off The Boat.  The rest of the comedies are hit and miss.

On Monday nights I love watching “Scorpion” – it is a great show and besides the weekly case they work on there is a big of humor thrown in.   This is one of those shows that I look forward to.

Of course I still watch faithfully NCIS (all of them), Criminal Minds.   I don’t know exactly why but all of these shows seem to have found a new life and I guess I attribute that to great writing.

And lets not forget the BBC shows we watch and enjoy.   Doc Martin is a must watch and so is As Time Goes By – these are excellent shows and there is a new season of Doc Martin on the horizen.  I also watch shows like Death In Paradise,  Murdoch Mysteries (the Artful Detective) and the Doctor Blake Mysteries.

One thing I don’t watch on TV anymore is the news.  We do watch some news (infrequently) on FOX but not too often and usually if there isn’t anything on that interests me.

The new shows from this past season such as SWAT and SEAL Team are ok but they are not shows I look forward to watch every week.    I watch some of their episodes but it all depends on my mood I guess.

 

Does God Have A Sense Of Humor

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Another short post. I believe that God does have a sense of humor, how else can you explain zebras? And there is this: God gave me a love of music of all kinds and there is very little that I don’t listen to (there are exceptions and they are Rap music and Opera); I love music that I find on YouTube that is older than I am and a lot of music by folks that I have never heard of. (the other shoe dropping) however God did not give me any talent to play an instrument or to sing – yep my singing voice is terrible but I still sing if the right song is playing (Under the Boardwalk by the Drifters is one of them).