A REAL EYE OPENER!!!

It's easy to dismiss individual programs that

benefit non-citizens until they're put together

and this picture emerges. Someone did a lot

of research to put together all of this data.

Often these programs are buried within other

programs making them difficult to find. 
A Real Eye Opener

WHY is the USA BANKRUPT?...
Informative, and mind

boggling! 

You think the war in Iraq was costing

us too much? Read this:

We have been hammered with the

propaganda that it was the Iraq war, and

the war on terror, that was bankrupting us.

That is RIDICULOUS.

I hope the following 10 reasons are

forwarded, over and over again, until

they are read so many times that the

reader gets sick of reading them. Included below are  the URL's for

verification of all the following facts:


1.
$11 Billion to $22 billion is spent on welfare

to illegal aliens each year by state governments.

                             Verify at:

              http://www.fairus.org/site/PageServer?pagename=iic_immigrationissuecenters7fd8 

2.
$22 Billion dollars a year is spent on food

assistance programs such as food stamps,

WIC, and free school lunches for illegal aliens.

Verify
at: http://www.cis.org/articles/2004/fiscalexec.HTML 


3.
$2.5 Billion dollars a year is spent on

Medicaid for illegal aliens. 

Verify at:

 
http://www.cis.org/articles/2004/fiscalexec.HTML 

4.
$12 Billion dollars a year is spent on

primary and secondary school education

for children here illegally and they

cannot speak a word of English!

                             Verify at:

              http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANscriptS/0604/01/ldt.....0.HTML 

                               5.
$17 Billion dollars a year is spent for

education for the American-born

children of illegal aliens, known as

anchor babies.

Verify
at http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANscriptS/0604/01/ldt.01.HTML 

6.
$3 Million Dollars a DAY is spent to

incarcerate illegal aliens. 

Verify at: 
http://transcripts.cnn.com/%20TRANscriptS/0604/01/ldt.01.HTML 

7.. 
30% percent of all Federal Prison

inmates are illegal aliens.


Verify at:

 http://transcripts.CNN..com/TRANscriptS/0604/01/ldt...01.HTML 

8.
$90 Billion Dollars a year is spent on

illegal aliens for Welfare & social

services by the American taxpayers.
Verify at:
http://premium.cnn.com/TRANSCIPTS/0610/29/ldt.01.HTML 


9.
$200 Billion dollars a year in suppressed

American wages are caused by the illegal aliens.

Verify at: 

<"href="blockedhttp://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRI <http://www.nationalpolicyinstitute./.org/PDF/deportationPDF> 

10.
In 2006, illegal aliens sent home

$45 BILLION in remittances to their

countries of origin.


Verify at: 

<http://www/..rense.com/general75/niht.htm> 

 
The total cost is a whopping

$ 338.3 BILLION DOLLARS A YEAR, 

AND IF YOU'RE LIKE ME,

HAVING TROUBLE UNDERSTANDING

THIS AMOUNT OF MONEY, IT IS

$338,300,000,000.00 WHICH

WOULD BE ENOUGH TO SIGNIFICANTLY STIMULATE

THE ECONOMY FOR THE CITIZENS OF

THIS COUNTRY.

Are we THAT Stupid?

YES, FOR LETTING THOSE

IN THE U.S. CONGRESS

GET AWAY WITH LETTING

THIS HAPPEN YEAR AFTER

      YEAR! 

SOMETHING YOU MAY NOT KNOW IS HAPPENING TO OUR GUNS

Who is  buying companies manufacturing guns ?????

For  the last several years a company called The Freedom Group  
has been buying  up gun and ammunition manufacturers.

Some of the companies are Bushmaster, Marlin, Remington, DPMS, Dakota Arms and H&R.

Some people worry that this Freedom Group is going to control most  of

the Firearm  companies in the United States.

If you control the  manufacturers, you  can decide to stop selling to civilians.

What a  perfect way to control guns.

Now if  you do some digging, you will see that The Freedom Group
is  owned by a  company called Cerberus Capital Management, 
a very large privately owned LLP with assets of $13  billion.

The  company is named after the three headed dog that guards the  gates to hell.

[Nice  touch?]

Guess  who controls Cerberus???

GEORGE SOROS !!!!!!!!!

One of  the most  evil men on this planet who wants to restrict or ban all civilian guns.

Please  pass this on to all your freedom loving friends.

This  needs to come Out.

Why  have we not heard about this in the "mainstream"  media?

I would think  this would be BIG news. (Soros also owns Progressive Insurance)

If you  don't know who George Soros is, you need to do some  research.

He backed Obama with multi-millions of dollars and Obama is often

characterized as a puppet on a string, controlled by Soros.

One remedy - Keep your guns.

Don't sell them.

Send  this to every gun owner in America, and those who want to protect their Second Amendment Rights!!

White House Sides witih TSA's SS Tactics

The following is from Presidential Canidate, Ron Paul. I've added some comments within this post.

Rand Paul was treated like one of the SHEEPLE who allows themselves to be molested by the Federal TSA SS-airport police wolves.

So, what happened to set off such a firestorm?

The following was said by Ron Paul about this incident.

My son, Senator Rand Paul, simply stood up for his right not to be the latest victim of the TSA’s disgusting full body pat-down.

I’m writing today to ask for your help in fighting back against the out-of-control TSA, but first, let me tell you what happened.

After an “anomaly” turned up in his body scan as he was trying to board a flight in Nashville, Rand showed that he was clearly no threat and asked to go through the scanner a second time.

Instead of tolerating this common-sense idea, TSA officials demanded he undergo a full body pat-down.

Rand stood up for his rights and refused – and was then detained by the TSA and prevented from getting on his flight.

Though the TSA finally caved after Rand didn't back down for two hours - and allowed him to go through the scanner again - Rand caught a later flight but missed his commitment to speak at the March for Life in Washington, D.C.

As soon as word got out that Rand was being detained, grassroots Americans responded in outrage over this latest abuse of power by the TSA.

Which leads me to a critical point.

Rand was able to speak up for liberty today thanks to the platform he has as a U.S. Senator.

I’m proud of my son’s stand, but just imagine those who receive this kind of treatment every day in our nation’s airports and can’t fight back?

The elderly.  The disabled.  Little kids.

All victims of an out-of-control police state that, while doing nothing to make us safer, is working overtime to strip away our freedoms, our rights, and our basic dignity.

Thanks to your support, I have a chance to stand up for all those who have been assaulted by the TSA and END these abuses once and for all.

WE NEED TO DO EVERYTING in our power to strengthen our national security by ending the theatrical sham that is the TSA – the Federal Police State Test Unit.

ALL of our POLITICIANS will stand idly by every day while this disgrace operates in our airports – the POLITICIANS will NOT lift ONE FINGER to stop the TSA, and stand up for our Constitution, and preserve passengers’ dignity.


WE the People NEED responsible officials or who will take accountability for securing OUR Country from the reckless bureaucracy and return it to its rightful property owners – WE the PEOPLE – who will do everything possible to keep our Country safe.

Whether it’s honoring our promises to our veterans, or securing our borders, or ending the policies that keep our troops under the thumb of the UN, not one of our great politicians of the “Brotherhood” measure up to the standard we need when it comes to this nation’s defense.

ALL politicians talk a good game on the campaign trail, but every one of them ignores the simple truth that national security begins at home.

New High School Principal

By Dennis Prager.

We watched high school principal Dennis Prager of Colorado, along with Tom Brokaw on TV a couple of weeks ago....what a dynamic, down to earth speaker, Mr. Prager is.  Even though Brokaw was also a guest speaker, he did little but nod and agree with Mr. Prager.  This is the guy that should be running for President in 2012!

To the students and faculty of our high school:

I am your new principal, and honored to be so. There is no greater calling than to teach young people.

I would like to apprise you of some important changes coming to our school. I am making these changes because I am convinced that most of the ideas that have dominated public education in America have worked against you, against your teachers and against our country.

First, this school will no longer honor race or ethnicity. I could not care less if your racial makeup is black, brown, red, yellow or white. I could not care less if your origins are African, Latin American, Asian or European, or if your ancestors arrived here on the Mayflower or on slave ships. The only identity I care about, the only one this school will recognize, is your individual identity -- your character, your scholarship, your humanity. And the only national identity this school will care about is American.

This is an American public school, and American public schools were created to make better Americans. If you wish to affirm an ethnic, racial or religious identity through school, you will have to go elsewhere. We will end all ethnicity, race and non-American nationality-based celebrations. They undermine the motto of America, one of its three central values -- e pluribus Unum, "from many, one." And this school will be guided by America 's values. This includes all after-school clubs. I will not authorize clubs that divide students based on any identities. This includes race, language, religion, sexual orientation or whatever else may become in vogue in a society divided by political correctness.

Your clubs will be based on interests and passions, not blood, ethnic, racial or other physically defined ties. Those clubs just cultivate narcissism -- an unhealthy preoccupation with the self -- while the purpose of education is to get you to think beyond yourself. So we will have clubs that transport you to the wonders and glories of art, music, astronomy, languages you do not already speak, carpentry and more. If the only extracurricular activities you can imagine being interested in are those based on ethnic, racial or sexual identity, that means that little outside of yourself really interests you.

Second, I am uninterested in whether English is your native language. My only interest in terms of language is that you leave this school speaking and writing English as fluently as possible. The English language has united America's citizens for over 200 years, and it will unite us at this school. It is one of the indispensable reasons this country of immigrants has always come to be one country. And if you leave this school without excellent English language skills, I would be remiss in my duty to ensure that you will be prepared to successfully compete in the American job market. We will learn other languages here -- it is deplorable that most Americans only speak English --but if you want classes taught in your native language rather than in English, this is not your school.

Third, because I regard learning as a sacred endeavor, everything in this school will reflect learning's elevated status. This means, among other things, that you and your teachers will dress accordingly. Many people in our society dress more formally for Hollywood events than for church or school. These people have their priorities backward. Therefore, there will be a formal dress code at this school.

Fourth, no obscene language will be tolerated anywhere on this school's property -- whether in class, in the hallways or at athletic events. If you can't speak without using the f-word, you can't speak. By obscene language I mean the words banned by the Federal Communications Commission, plus epithets such as "Nigger," even when used by one black student to address another black, or "bitch," even when addressed by a girl to a girlfriend. It is my intent that by the time you leave this school, you will be among the few your age to instinctively distinguish between the elevated and the degraded, the holy and the obscene.

Fifth, we will end all self-esteem programs. In this school, self-esteem will be attained in only one way -- the way people attained it until decided otherwise a generation ago -- by earning it. One immediate consequence is that there will be one valedictorian, not eight.

Sixth, and last, I am reorienting the school toward academics and away from politics and propaganda. No more time will be devoted to scaring you about smoking and caffeine, or terrifying you about sexual harassment or global warming. No more semesters will be devoted to condom wearing and teaching you to regard sexual relations as only or primarily a health issue... There will be no more attempts to convince you that you are a victim because you are not white, or not male, or not heterosexual or not Christian. We will have failed if any one of you graduates this school and does not consider him or herself inordinately fortunate -- to be alive and to be an American.

Now, please stand and join me in the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag of our country. As many of you do not know the words, your teachers will hand them out to you.

Local Governments Consolidating into One Merged Power Hub

by Walter Burien - CAFR1

01/18/12

I noticed this first per Massachusetts. The State consolidated control and ownership of all counties in the state by merger of all counties into the State. This happened over a decade ago in Massachusetts.

The 'kicker" in addition to merger of the counties the "State" before this was done the "State" changed their government status from the "State" government of Massachusetts to the "Commonwealth" of Massachusetts. This transition was implemented by the "State" prior to 1995.

The big point here is that: "Private Associations" were used over the last 75-years to transition local governments from what we use to know government as into "Corporate" for profit enterprises and did so by direct consult over the years.

The structure of the "Commonwealth" of Massachusetts over the "State" government of Massachusetts, at the stroke of the pen overseen and checked off on by key player "Attorneys", implemented the transition from a "government" entity into what could be more closely considered a "Private Association".

The implications here are grave specifically as would apply to the transfer and masking of public wealth. The People own government, they do not own private associations. The same would apply to wealth transferred from "State" holdings transitioned into the "Private Association" holdings of the "Commonwealth" of Massachusetts..

Leave the liabilities under the "State" government shell and transfer the wealth holdings to and under the "Commonwealth" association.

This was done right under the noses of the Massachusetts residents and done without a clue given that it was being done to the Peoples of Massachusetts. The same is covertly taking place in NJ, PA, CT, and many other states.

The shell structure of government is being left in place as the wealth and stewardship responsibilities are transferred to the Private Association, or as in Massachusetts  case when transitioned from the "State" government of Massachusetts into the "Commonwealth" of Massachusetts.

When this transition took place about two decade ago, Massachusetts no longer produced a "State" government CAFR (Comprehensive Annual Financial Report). The CAFR was now produced under the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. The State Court  System and Financial operations were also transitioned into and under the same "Commonwealth" structure.

Mit Romney is the Presidential pick to be promoted by the syndicate being the prior governor of Massachusetts. He is versed on operating procedure to implement the same nationally. That will be his primary mission if elected President and thus the Syndicate is moving forward full steam utilizing all of their contacts and tactics to force Mitt Romney's win as President.

I note Barack Obama as an attorney and current President is attempting to consolidate through restructuring federal government into the same transition.

This communication needs to go viral in all circles. Let all comprehend what is taking place right in their face and under their noses.

For government to be: "For the People by the People" this transition needs to be stopped cold in its tracks and reversed. It is well under way and if the roots of its structure hold it will no longer be: "For the People by the People" but For the Association by the Association" under the direction of the association's minions of attorneys direction.

As quoted from the front page of CAFR1.com as the bottom line at the end of the page:

"It appears that many attorneys have now taken over the House, Senate, and Governor's office. The separation of powers doctrine mandates attorneys being officers of the court (Judicial branch) that they should not be able to run for public office (Executive / Administrative branch)

Stop this now!

The ROOT of the corruption / graft / destruction of our country is coming from this breeding grounds. Here is why you are being bled dry! The very corrupt from the judicial branch have slithered their way into elected and appointed positions within the executive / administrative areas of government.

Again, it is the nature of this beast to bleed you dry, if they can that is.

If you from this point forward VOTE for an attorney running for office, you are more than foolish, you aid in the assured degradation  and plunder of your own country.

Remove these attorneys from public office NOW! Mandate a ten year lapse from being an officer of the court BEFORE an attorney can run for public office and ten years after leaving office. This is a must to do NOW. It is NOT an option. Make this the LAW NOW in your City, County, and State. You now know why you are being bled dry. It is the NATURE of this beast.

THEY SAY THIS IS A COUNTRY OF LAWS, WELL, WHEN THE LAW ITSELF IS LAWLESS BY APPLICATION AND WHEN THE INTENT OF THE LAW IS FOR EXTORTION OF WEALTH OR REPRISAL OVER PROTECTION OF THE PEOPLE, THEN THE LETTER OF THE LAW ITSELF BECOMES MUTE AND THE APPLICATION THEREOF A CRIME IN ITSELF TO BE REPUDIATED.

Should I really have joined Facebook?

A good laugh for people in the over 50 group !!!

When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grand kids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.

That was before one of my grand kids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting World.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship.

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.

The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look. I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."

P.S. I know some of you are not over 50. I sent it to you to allow you to forward it to those who are.

We senior citizens don't need anymore gadgets. The TV remote and the garage door remote are about all we can handle.

Phenylpropanolamine (PPA)

I am passing this email forwarded to me this morning. It's about a
Medication that is familiar to many of us. Note also the FDA 's comments
at the end of the message.

I received this information from a friend whose mother recently passed
away.

Apparently, this was caused by a *medication that is deadly.* Here are
the details and I suggest you pass it on to your loved ones and others.

I urge you to review the list of medicines with PPA and avoid these
medications. All drugs containing *PHENYLPROPANOLAMINE*are dangerous.
You may want to try calling the 800 number listed on most drug boxes and
inquire about a REFUND. Please read this CAREFULLY. Also, please pass
this on to everyone you know. STOP TAKING anything containing this
ingredient. It has been linked to increased hemorrhagic stroke
(*bleeding in brain*) among women ages 18-49 in the three days after
starting use of medication.. Problems were not found in men, but the FDA
recommended that everyone (even children) seek alternative medicine.

The *following medications contain Phenylpropanolamine*:

Acutrim Diet Gum Appetite Suppressant
Acutrim Plus Dietary Supplements
Acutrim Maximum Strength Appetite Control
Alka-Seltzer Plus Children's Cold Medicine Effervescent
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold medicine (cherry or or ange)
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold Medicine Original
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Cough Medicine Effervescent
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Flu Medicine
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Sinus Effervescent
Alka Seltzer Plus Night-Time Cold Medicine
BC Allergy Sinus Cold Powder
BC Sinus Cold Powder
Comtrex Flu Therapy & Fever Relief
Day & Night Contac 12-Hour Cold Capsules
Contac 12 Hour Caplets
Coricidin D Cold, Flu & Sinus
Dexatrim Caffeine Free
Dexatrim Extended Duration
Dexatrim Gelcaps
Dexatrim Vitamin C/Caffeine Free
Dimetapp Cold & Allergy Chewable Tablets
Dimetapp Cold & Cough Liqui-Gels
Dimetapp DM Cold & Cough Elixir
Dimetapp Elixir
Dimetapp 4 Hour Liquid Gels
Dimetapp 4 Hour Tablets
Dimetapp 12 Hour Extentabs Tablets
Naldecon DX Pediatric Drops
Permathene Mega-16
Robitussin CF
Tavist-D 12 Hour Relief of Sinus & Nasal Congestion
Triaminic DM Cough Rel! Ief
Triaminic Expectorant Chest & Head
Triaminic Syrup ! ! Cold & amp;am p; Allergy
Triaminic Triaminicol Cold & Cough

I just found out and called the*800#*on the container for Triaminic and
They informed me that they are voluntarily recalling the following
medicines

Because of a certain ingredient that is causing *strokes***and***seizures***in CHILDREN:

Orange 3D Cold & Allergy Cherry (Pink)
3D Cold & Cough Berry
3D Cough Relief Yellow 3D Expectorant

They are asking you to call them at *800-548-3708 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting  800-548-3708  end_of_the_skype_highlighting *with the lot number on the box so they can send you postage for you to send it back to them, and they will also issue you a refund. 


To confirm these findings please take time to check the following:
http://www.fda.gov/Drugs/DrugSafety/InformationbyDrugClass/ucm150767.htm

Natural Born Citizen

This just might make your day a little brighter!!

You, who worry about democrats versus republicans -- relax, here is our real problem.

In a Purdue University classroom, they were discussing the qualifications to be President of the United States . It was pretty simple. The candidate must be a natural born citizen of at least 35 years of age.

However, one girl in the class immediately started in on how unfair was the requirement to be a natural born citizen.

In short, her opinion was that this requirement prevented many capable individuals from becoming president. The class was taking it in and letting her rant, and not many jaws hit the floor when she wrapped up her argument by stating,

"What makes a natural born citizen any more qualified to lead this country than one born by C-section?"

Yep, these are the same kinds of 18-year-olds that are now voting in our elections!

THEY BREED AND WALK AMONG US...WE NEED MORE HELP THAN WE THOUGHT WE DID!

She gets it...

This was written by a 21 yr old female who gets it.  It's her future she’s worried about and this is how she feels about the social welfare big government state that she’s being forced to live in!  These solutions are just common sense in her opinion.

This was in the Waco Tribune Herald, Waco , TX Nov 18, 2010

Put me in charge . . .

Put me in charge of food stamps. I'd get rid of Lone Star cards; no cash for Ding Dongs or Ho Ho's, just money for 50-pound bags of rice and beans, blocks of cheese and all the powdered milk you can haul away. If you want steak and frozen pizza, then get a job.

Put me in charge of Medicaid. The first thing I'd do is to get women Norplant birth control implants or tubal ligations. Then, we'll test recipients for drugs, alcohol, and nicotine and document all tattoos and piercings. If you want to reproduce or use drugs, alcohol, smoke or get tats and piercings, then get a job.

Put me in charge of government housing. Ever live in a military  barracks?

You will maintain our property in a clean and good state of repair. Your "home" will be subject to inspections anytime and possessions will be inventoried. If you want a plasma TV or Xbox 360, then get a job and your own place.

In addition, you will either present a check stub from a job each week or you will report to a "government" job. It may be cleaning the roadways of trash, painting and repairing public housing, whatever we find for you. We will sell your 22 inch rims and low profile tires and your blasting stereo and speakers and put that money toward the “common good..”

Before you write that I've violated someone's rights, realize that all of the above is voluntary. If you want our money, accept our rules.. Before you say that this would be  "demeaning" and ruin their "self esteem," consider that it wasn't that long ago that taking someone else's money for doing absolutely nothing was demeaning and lowered self esteem.

If we are expected to pay for other people's mistakes we should at least attempt to make them learn from their bad choices. The current system rewards them for continuing to make bad choices.

AND While you are on Gov’t subsistence, you no longer can VOTE! Yes that is correct. For you to vote would be a conflict of interest. You will voluntarily remove yourself from voting while you are receiving a Gov’t welfare check. If you want to vote, then get a job.     

Pickle Jar

The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on  the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom.

When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.

As a small boy, I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. 

They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.

I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar to admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.

Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production.

Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.

Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. 'Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son. You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back.'

Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly. 'These are for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me.'

We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. 'When we get home, we'll start filling the jar again.' He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other.

'You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,' he said. 'But you'll get there; I'll see to that. No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar.

To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make a way out for me 'When you finish college, Son,' he told me, his eyes glistening, 'You'll never have to eat beans again - unless you want to.'

The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed.

A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words: he never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me.

The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. 'She probably needs to be changed,' she said, carrying the baby into my parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.

She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room. 'Look,' she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser.

To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.

This truly touched my heart. Sometimes we are so busy adding up our troubles that we forget to count our blessings. Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for GOOD in others.

The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched - they must be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller

- Happy moments, praise God.

- Difficult moments, seek God.

- Quiet moments, worship God.

- Painful moments, trust God.

- Every moment, thank God.

THE STRANGER

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.
(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing..

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first.  Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?....

(Note: This should be required reading for every household!)
He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'
Their first child is "Cell Phone".
Second child "I Pod We just call him 'TV.'

WHO AM I?

I was born in one country, raised in another.
My father was born in another country.
I was not his only child.
He fathered several children with numerous women.
I became very close to my mother, as my father showed no interest in me.
My mother died at an early age from cancer.
Although my father deserted me and my mother raised me,
I later wrote a book idolizing my father not my mother.
Later in life, questions arose over my real name.
My birth records were sketchy.
No one was able to produce a legitimate, reliable birth certificate.
I grew up practicing one faith but converted to Christianity, as it was widely accepted in my new country, but I practiced non-traditional beliefs and didn't follow Christianity, except in the public eye under scrutiny.
I worked and lived among lower-class people as a young adult, disguising myself as someone who really cared about them.
That was before I decided it was time to get serious about my life, and I embarked on a new career.
I wrote a book about my struggles growing up.
It was clear to those who read my memoirs, that I had difficulties accepting that my father abandoned me as a child.
I became active in local politics in my 30's then, with help behind the scenes,
I literally burst onto the scene as a candidate for national office in my 40s.
They said I had a golden tongue and could talk anyone into anything.
I had a virtually non-existent resume, little work history, and no experience in leading a single organization.
Yet I was a powerful speaker and citizens were drawn to me, as though I were a magnet and they were small roofing tacks.
I drew incredibly large crowds during my public appearances.  This bolstered my ego.
At first, my political campaign focused on my country's foreign policy...
I was very critical of my country in the last war, and seized every opportunity to bash my country.
But what launched my rise to national prominence were my views on the country's economy.
I pretended to have a really good plan on how we could do better, and every poor person would be fed and housed for free.
I knew which group was responsible for getting us into this mess.
It was the free market, banks and corporations.
I decided to start making citizens hate them and, if they became envious of others who did well, the plan was clinched tight.
I called mine "A People's Campaign".
That sounded good to all people.
I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside the traditional path of politics and was able to gain widespread popular support.
I knew that, if I merely offered the people 'hope', together we could change our country and the world.
So, I started to make my speeches sound like they were on behalf of the downtrodden, poor, ignorant to include "persecuted minorities".
My true views were not widely known and I kept them unknown, until after I became my nation's leader.
I had to carefully guard reality, as anybody, if they had simply read my writings and examined those people I associated with.
I'm glad they didn't.
Then I became the most powerful man in the world.
And the world learned the truth.
Who am I?
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ADOLPH HITLER

A Cowboy and his Two Faithful Friends

An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his faithful dog along an unfamiliar road. The man was enjoying the new scenery, when he suddenly remembered dying, and realized that the dog beside him had been dead for years, as had his horse. Confused, he wondered what was happening, and where the trail was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch topped by a golden letter "H" that glowed in the sunlight.

Standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like gold.

He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. Parched and tired out by his journey, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'

'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.

'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.

'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'

As the gate began to open, the cowboy asked, 'Can I bring my partners, too?'

'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'

The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road and continued riding, his dog trotting by his side.

After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been closed. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

'Excuse me,' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'

'Sure, there's a pump right over there. Help yourself.'

'How about my friends here?' the traveler gestured to the dog and his horse.

'Of course! They look thirsty, too,' said the man.

The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with buckets beside it. The traveler filled a cup and the buckets with wonderfully cool water and took a long drink, as did his horse and dog.

When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still standing by the tree. 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.

'This is Heaven,' he answered.

'That's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'

'Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold street and fake pearly gates? That's hell'

'Doesn't it make you angry when they use your name like that?'

'Not at all. Actually, we're happy they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'

Howdy Friends!!