<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:36:38.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moral Compass</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is for my venting purposes. If you disagree with my comments, please feel free to post your own. If it offends you, take it down the road. 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>705</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2457059664016324386</id><published>2012-01-05T07:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:40:38.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ineptocracy</title><content type='html'>Ineptocracy (in-ep-toc-ra-cy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a system of government where the least capable to lead are elected mostly by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2457059664016324386?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7532670847840942481</id><published>2012-01-05T07:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:38:42.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New quote for 2012</title><content type='html'>Those who work for a living are outnumbered by those who vote for a living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7532670847840942481?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7532670847840942481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7532670847840942481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7532670847840942481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7532670847840942481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-quote-for-2012.html' title='New quote for 2012'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-683625979581993950</id><published>2011-11-10T08:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:30:54.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three contractors are bidding to fix a broken fence at the White House</title><content type='html'>One is from Chicago, another is from Tennessee, and the third is from Minnesota.All three go with a White House official to examine the fence.The Minnesota contractor takes out a tape measure and does somemeasuring, then works some figures with a pencil.“Well,” he says, “I figure the job will run about $900: $400 formaterials, $400 for my crew and $100 profit for me.”The Tennessee contractor also does some measuring and figuring, thensays, “I can do this job for $700: $300 for materials, $300 for mycrew and $100 profit for me.”The Chicago contractor doesn’t measure or figure, but leans over tothe White House official and whispers, “$2,700.”The official, incredulous, says, “You didn’t even measure like theother guys! How did you come up with such a high figure?”The Chicago contractor whispers back, “$1000 for me, $1000 for you,and we hire the guy from Tennessee to fix the fence.”“Done!” replies the government official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is how the new stimulus plan works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-683625979581993950?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/683625979581993950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=683625979581993950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/683625979581993950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/683625979581993950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/11/three-contractors-are-bidding-to-fix.html' title='Three contractors are bidding to fix a broken fence at the White House'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5977691388796082990</id><published>2011-10-24T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:43:14.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seabag</title><content type='html'>There was a time when everything you owned had to fit in your seabag. Remember those nasty rascals? Fully packed, one of the suckers weighed more than the poor devil hauling it. The damn things weighed a ton and some idiot with an off-center sense of humor sewed a carry handle on it to help you haul it. Hell, you could bolt a handle on a Greyhound bus but it wouldn't make the damn thing portable. The Army, Marines, and Air Force got footlockers and WE got a big ole' canvas bag.&lt;br /&gt;After you warped your spine jackassing the goofy thing through a bus or train station, sat on it waiting for connecting transportation and made folks mad because it was too damn big to fit in any overhead rack on any bus, train, and airplane ever made, the contents looked like hell. All your gear appeared to have come from bums who slept on park benches. Traveling with a seabag was something left over from the "Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum" sailing ship days. Sailors used to sleep in hammocks, so you stowed your issue in a big canvas bag and lashed your hammock to it, hoisted it on your shoulder and, in effect, moved your entire home from ship to ship.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say you traveled light because with ONE strap it was a one shoulder load that could torque your skeletal frame and bust your ankles.&lt;br /&gt;It was like hauling a dead linebacker.&lt;br /&gt;They wasted a lot of time in boot camp telling you how to pack one of the suckers. There was an officially sanctioned method of organization that you forgot after ten minutes on the other side of the gate at Great Lakes or San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;You got rid of a lot of the 'issue' gear when you went to a SHIP. Did&lt;br /&gt;you EVER know a tin-can sailor who had a raincoat? A flat hat? One of those nut-hugger knit swimsuits? How bout those 'roll-your-own' neckerchiefs... the ones girls in a good Naval tailor shop would cut down &amp;amp; sew into a 'greasy snake' for two bucks?&lt;br /&gt;Within six months, EVERY fleet sailor was down to ONE set of dress blues, port &amp;amp; starboard, undress blues, and whites, a couple of white hats, boots, shoes, a watch cap, assorted skivvies, a pea coat, and three sets of bleached-out dungarees.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your original issue was either in the pea coat locker, lucky bag, or had been reduced to wipe-down rags in the paint locker. Underway ships were NOT ships that allowed vast accumulation of private gear.&lt;br /&gt;Hobos who lived in discarded refrigerator crates could amass greater&lt;br /&gt;loads of pack-rat crap than fleet sailors. The confines of a&lt;br /&gt;canvas-back rack, side locker, and a couple of bunk bags did NOT allow one to live a Donald Trump existence.&lt;br /&gt;Space and the going pay scale combined to make us envy the lifestyle of a mud-hut Ethiopian. We were global equivalents of nomadic Mongols without ponies to haul our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And after the rigid routine of boot camp, we learned the skill of random compression, known by mothers world-wide as 'cramming'. It is amazing what you can jam into a space no bigger than a bread-box if you pull a watch cap over a boot and push it with your foot.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it looks kinda weird when you pull it out, but they NEVER hold fashion shows at sea and wrinkles added character to a 'salty' appearance.&lt;br /&gt;There was a four-hundred mile gap between the images on recruiting&lt;br /&gt;posters and the ACTUAL appearance of sailors at sea. It was NOT without justifiable reason that we were called the tin-can Navy.&lt;br /&gt;We operated on the premise that if 'Cleanliness was next to Godliness' we must be next to the other end of that spectrum...&lt;br /&gt;We looked like our clothing had been pressed with a waffle iron and&lt;br /&gt;packed by a bulldozer. But what in hell did they expect from a bunch of swabs that lived in a crew's hole of a 2100 Fletcher Class can? After awhile you got used to it... You got used to everything you owned picking up and retaining that distinctive aroma... You got used to old ladies on busses taking a couple of wrinkled nose sniffs of your pea coat, then getting and finding another seat.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I look at all the crap stacked in my garage and home, close my eyes and smile, remembering a time when EVERYTHING I owned could be crammed into that one canvas bag...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5977691388796082990?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5977691388796082990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5977691388796082990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5977691388796082990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5977691388796082990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/10/seabag.html' title='The Seabag'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7543580059893791110</id><published>2011-10-21T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T16:07:22.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hank Jr</title><content type='html'>Hank Williams Jr. apologized for comparing President Obama to Adolf Hitler Sunday in a Fox News interview. It’s all smoothed over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within two days, the surviving members of the Hitler family appeared on German television and accepted Hank’s apology&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7543580059893791110?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7543580059893791110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7543580059893791110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7543580059893791110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7543580059893791110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/10/hank-jr.html' title='Hank Jr'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6885447676241546413</id><published>2011-10-05T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:23:21.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_WSiVcrmm8/ToxaPoUtR6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ru7crtGjQaU/s1600/Dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659998056266680226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_WSiVcrmm8/ToxaPoUtR6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ru7crtGjQaU/s320/Dentist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6885447676241546413?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6885447676241546413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6885447676241546413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6885447676241546413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6885447676241546413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/10/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_WSiVcrmm8/ToxaPoUtR6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ru7crtGjQaU/s72-c/Dentist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2435832690230966067</id><published>2011-10-05T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:22:16.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ph7dC6K-go/ToxZ-JnJpGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JpmP3i3CWv4/s1600/Memory%2Bstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659997755964761186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ph7dC6K-go/ToxZ-JnJpGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JpmP3i3CWv4/s320/Memory%2Bstick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2435832690230966067?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2435832690230966067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2435832690230966067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2435832690230966067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2435832690230966067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/10/memory-stick.html' title='Memory Stick'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ph7dC6K-go/ToxZ-JnJpGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JpmP3i3CWv4/s72-c/Memory%2Bstick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-1389269617132974906</id><published>2011-10-05T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:19:05.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Love</title><content type='html'>My wife said to me the other night “how come we don’t make love like they do in the movies?”So I bent her over the table, smacked her on the ass, grabbed her by the hair, fucked her hard and came on her face….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out we don’t watch the same movies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-1389269617132974906?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/1389269617132974906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=1389269617132974906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/1389269617132974906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/1389269617132974906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/10/making-love.html' title='Making Love'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-1163189325434092126</id><published>2011-10-03T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:02:03.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty Bars</title><content type='html'>I joined the Navy when i was 17 and shipped off to Boot camp 2 months after my 18th birthday. I completed Boot and "A" School in Great lakes IL. From there i was assigned the USS Belknap in Gaeta Italy. I have been to damn near every country that has a shore or harbor on the Mediterranean sea. I was 18 when i arrived in Gaeta and almost 21 when i left. I grew up in Liberty Bars. I found the following article and thought you might like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite liberty bars were unlike no other watering holes or dens of iniquity inhabited by seagoing men. They had to meet strict standards to be in compliance with the acceptable requirement for a sailor beer-swilling dump. The first and foremost requirement was a crusty old gal serving suds. She had to be able to wrestle King Kong to parade rest. Be able to balance a tray with one hand, knock sailors out of the way with the other hand and skillfully navigate through a roomful of milling around drunks. On slow nights, she had to be the kind of gal who would give you a back scratch or put her foot on the table so you could admire her new ankle bracelet some "mook" brought her back from a Hong Kong liberty. A good barmaid had to be able to whisper sweet nothings in your young sailor ear like, "I love you no shit, you buy me Honda??"&lt;br /&gt;"Buy a pack of Clorets and chew up the whole thing before you get within heaving range of any gal you ever want to see again." And, from the crusty old gal behind the bar, "Hey animals, I know we have a crowd tonight, but if any of you guys find the head facilities fully occupied and start pissing down the floor drain, you're gonna find yourself scrubbing the deck with your white hats!"&lt;br /&gt;The barmaids had to be able to admire great tattoos, look at pictures of ugly bucktooth kids and smile. Be able to help haul drunks to cabs and comfort 19 year-olds who had lost someone he thought loved him in a dark corner booth. They could look at your ship's identification shoulder tab and tell you the names of the Skippers back to the time you were a Cub Scout.&lt;br /&gt;If you came in after a late night maintenance problem and fell asleep with a half-eaten Slim-Jim in your hand, they tucked your peacoat around you, put out the cigarette you left burning in the ashtray and replaced the warm draft you left sitting on the table with a cold one when you woke up. Why? Simply because they were one of the few people on the face of the earth that knew what you did, and appreciated what you were doing.&lt;br /&gt;And if you treated them like a decent human being and didn't drive 'em nuts by playing songs they hated on the juke box, they would lean over the back of the booth and park their soft, warm tits on your neck when they sat two San Miguel beers in front of you. And the Imported table wipe down guy and glass washer, trash dumper, deck swabber and paper towel replacer. The guy had to have baggy tweed pants and a gold tooth and a grin like a 1950 Buick. And a name like "Ramon", "Juan", "Pedro" or "Tico". He had to smoke unfiltered Luckies, Camels or Raleighs. He wiped the tables down with a sour wash rag that smelled like a billy goats crotch and always said, "How are choo navee mans tonight? He was the indispensable man. The guy with credentials that allowed him to borrow Slim-Jims, Beer Nuts and pickled hard boiled eggs from other beer joints when they ran out where he worked.&lt;br /&gt;The establishment itself. The place had to have walls covered with ship and squadron plaques. The walls were adorned with enlarged unit patches and the dates of previous deployments. A dozen or more old, yellowed photographs of fellows named "Buster", "Chicago", "P-Boat Barney", "Flaming Hooker Harry", "Malone", "Honshu Harry", "Jackson", "Douche Bag Doug", and "Capt Slade Cutter" decorated any unused space. It had to have the obligatory Michelob, Pabst Blue Ribbon and "Beer Nuts sold here" neon signs. An eight-ball mystery beer tap handle and signs reading. "Your mother does not work here, so clean away your frickin trash.""Keep your hands off the barmaid.""Don't throw butts in urinal.""Barmaid's word is final in settling bets.""Take your fights out in the alley behind the bar!""Owner reserves the right to waltz your worthless sorry ass outside.""Shipmates are responsible for riding herd on their ship/squadron drunks." This was typical signage found in any good liberty bar.&lt;br /&gt;You had to have a juke box built along the lines of a Sherman tank loaded with Hank Williams, Mother Maybelle Carter, Johnny Horton, Johnny Cash and twenty other crooning goobers nobody ever heard of. The damn thing has to have "La Bamba", Herb Alpert's "Lonely Bull" and Johnny Cash's "Don't take your guns to town". The furniture in a real good liberty bar had to be made from coal mine shoring lumber and was not fully acceptable until it had 600 cigarette burns and your ship's numbers or "F**k the Navy" carved into it. The bar had to have a brass foot rail and at least six Slim-Jim containers, an oversized glass cookie jar full of Beer-Nuts, a jar of pickled hard boiled eggs that could produce rectal gas emissions that could shut down a sorority party, and big glass containers full of something called Pickled Pigs Feet and Polish Sausage.&lt;br /&gt;Only drunk Chiefs and starving Ethiopians ate pickled pig's feet and unless the last three feet of your colon had been manufactured by Midas, you didn't want to get anywhere near the Polish Napalm Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;No liberty bar was complete without a couple of hundred faded ship or airplane pictures and a "Shut the hell up!" sign taped on the mirror behind the bar along with several rather tasteless naked lady pictures. The pool table felt had to have at least three strategic rips as a result of drunken competitors and balls that looked as if a gorilla baby had teethed on the sonuvabitches.&lt;br /&gt;Liberty bars were home and it didn't matter what country, state, or city you were in. When you walked into a good liberty bar, you felt at home. These were also establishments where 19 year-old kids received an education available nowhere else on earth. You learned how to "tell" and "listen" to sea stories.&lt;br /&gt;You learned about sex at $10.00 a pop -- from professional ladies who taught you things your high school biology teacher didn't know were anatomically possible. You learned how to make a two cushion bank shot and how to toss down a beer and shot of Sun Torry known as a "depth charge."&lt;br /&gt;We were young, and a helluva long way from home. We were pulling down crappy wages for twenty-four hours a day, seven days a-week availability and loving the life we lived. We didn't know it at the time, but our association with the men we served with forged us into the men we became. And a lot of that association took place in bars where we shared the stories accumulated in our, up to then, short lives. We learned about women and that life could be tough on a gal.&lt;br /&gt;While many of our classmates were attending college, we were getting an education slicing through the green rolling seas in WestPac, experiencing the orgasmic rush of a night cat shot, the heart pounding drama of the return to the ship with the gut wrenching arrestment to a pitching deck. The hours of tedium, boring holes in the sky late at night, experiencing the periodic discomfort of turbulence, marveling at the creation of St. Elmo's Fire, and sometimes having our reverie interrupted with stark terror.&lt;br /&gt;But when we came ashore on liberty, we could rub shoulders with some of the finest men we would ever know, in bars our mothers would never have approved of, in saloons and cabarets that would live in our memories forever. Long live those liberties in WestPac and in the Med - They were the greatest! "Any man who may be asked in this century what he did to make his life worthwhile I think can respond with a good deal of pride and satisfaction, I SERVED IN THE UNITED STATES NAVY."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-1163189325434092126?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/1163189325434092126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=1163189325434092126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/1163189325434092126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/1163189325434092126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/10/liberty-bars.html' title='Liberty Bars'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4901111001677765418</id><published>2011-09-08T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:01:17.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free stuff</title><content type='html'>The folks who are getting free stuff,Don’t like the folks who are paying for the free stuff,Because the folks who are paying for the free stuff,Can no longer afford to pay for both the free stuff and their own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, The folks who are paying for the free stuff,Want the free stuff to stop.&lt;br /&gt;And the folks who are getting the free stuff,Want even MORE free stuff on top of the free stuff they’re getting already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now….. The people who are forcing people to PAY for the free stuff,Have told the people who are receiving the free stuff,That the people who are PAYING for the free stuff,Are being mean, prejudiced and racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So …. the people who are GETTING the free stuff,Have been convinced they need to HATE the people who are PAYING for thefree stuff because they are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are promised more free stuff if they will vote for the people who force the people who pay for the free stuff to to give them even more free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And – - – - – that’s the Straight Stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4901111001677765418?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4901111001677765418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4901111001677765418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4901111001677765418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4901111001677765418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/09/free-stuff.html' title='Free stuff'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4710782680427790290</id><published>2011-09-07T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:02:48.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two simple truths in life</title><content type='html'>SIMPLE TRUTH 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers help each other undress before sex.However, after sex they always dress on their own.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, no one helps you once you’re screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE TRUTH 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a lady is pregnant, all her friends touch the stomach and say “congrats”.But, none of them come and touch the man’s penis and say “Good job”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hard work is never appreciated”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4710782680427790290?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4710782680427790290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4710782680427790290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4710782680427790290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4710782680427790290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-simple-truths-in-life.html' title='Two simple truths in life'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2850433540078566364</id><published>2011-08-16T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:07:20.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding Derivatives</title><content type='html'>Heidi is the proprietor of a bar in Detroit . She realizes that virtually all of her customers are unemployed alcoholics and, as such, can no longer afford to patronize her bar. To solve this problem, she comes up with a new marketing plan that allows her customers to drink now, but pay later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi keeps track of the drinks consumed on a ledger (thereby granting the customers’ loans). Word gets around about Heidi’s “drink now, pay later” marketing strategy and, as a result, increasing numbers of customers flood into Heidi’s bar. Soon she has the largest sales volume for any bar in Detroit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By providing her customers freedom from immediate payment demands, Heidi gets no resistance when, at regular intervals, she substantially increases her prices for wine and beer, the most consumed beverages.Consequently, Heidi’s gross sales volume increases massively.A young and dynamic vice-president at the local bank recognizes that these customer debts constitute valuable future assets and increases Heidi’s borrowing limit. He sees no reason for any undue concern, since he has the debts of the unemployed alcoholics as collateral.&lt;br /&gt;At the bank’s corporate headquarters, expert traders figure a way to make huge commissions, and transform these customer loans into DRINKBONDS. These securities then are bundled and traded on international securities markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naive investors don’t really understand that the securities being sold to them as AAA secured bonds really are debts of unemployed alcoholics. Nevertheless, the bond prices continuously climb, and the securities soon become the hottest-selling items for some of the nation’s leading brokerage houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, even though the bond prices still are climbing, a risk manager at the original local bank decides that the time has come to demand payment on the debts incurred by the drinkers at Heidi’s bar. He so informs Heidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi then demands payment from her alcoholic patrons, but being unemployed alcoholics they cannot pay back their drinking debts. Since Heidi cannot fulfill her loan obligations she is forced into bankruptcy. The bar closes and Heidi’s 11 employees lose their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Overnight, DRINKBOND prices drop by 90%. The collapsed bond asset value destroys the bank’s liquidity and prevents it from issuing new loans, thus freezing credit and economic activity in the community.The suppliers of Heidi’s bar had granted her generous payment extensions and had invested their firms’ pension funds in the BOND securities. They find they are now faced with having to write off her bad debt and with losing over 90% of the presumed value of the bonds. Her wine supplier also claims bankruptcy, closing the doors on a family business that had endured for three generations, her beer supplier is taken over by a competitor, who immediately closes the local plant and lays off 150 workers.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately though, the bank, the brokerage houses and their respective executives are saved and bailed out by a multibillion dollar no-strings attached cash infusion from their cronies in government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funds required for this bailout are obtained by new taxes levied on employed, middle-class, non-drinkers who have never been in Heidi’s bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2850433540078566364?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2850433540078566364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2850433540078566364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2850433540078566364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2850433540078566364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/08/understanding-derivatives.html' title='Understanding Derivatives'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6758013391572600977</id><published>2011-08-16T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:57:35.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best logic behind our nation's debt</title><content type='html'>You come home from work and find there has been a sewer backup and you have sewage up to your ceilings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do? Raise the ceilings, or pump out the shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6758013391572600977?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6758013391572600977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6758013391572600977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6758013391572600977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6758013391572600977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-logic-behind-our-nations-debt.html' title='The best logic behind our nation&apos;s debt'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7217209968614183927</id><published>2011-07-07T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:28:13.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey Anthony - Single mom of the year</title><content type='html'>How many months of man-hours did Florida police spend searching for little Caylee Anthony back in 2008, while her mother, Casey Anthony, knew exactly where the child's body was?&lt;br /&gt;If you were the victim of a crime in Orlando, Fla., between July and December 2008, you should be enraged that the police couldn't prevent or investigate your crime because they were too busy looking for a missing child whose mother already knew the kid was dead.&lt;br /&gt;It's a zero-sum game with police resources. Cops combing through the woods searching for a missing child are not going to be patrolling your street or arresting suspects.&lt;br /&gt;From repeat domestic violence calls to Los Angeles car chases, hit-and-run drivers and the balloon-boy hoax, worthless louts consume vastly more law-enforcement resources than the rest of us. Cops in any town will tell you all the domestic violence calls come from the exact same homes, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we're looking for new revenue streams, how about billing these white trash low-lifes for their massive consumption of police resources? The dregs of society need to be assessed a fee for their abuse of government services and thrown in debtors prison in the unlikely event that they can't pay.&lt;br /&gt;As I described in my last book, &lt;a href="http://superstore.wnd.com/books/NYT-Bestsellers/Guilty-Liberal-Victims-and-Their-Assault-on-America-Autographed-Hardcover"&gt;"Guilty,"&lt;/a&gt; the leading cause of all social pathologies is single motherhood. One way or another, Casey Anthony's refusal to give up Caylee for adoption was going to cost society – and cost Caylee.&lt;br /&gt;The statistics are so jaw-dropping that not giving up an illegitimate child for adoption ought to be considered child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;Subscribe Here To Receive This Weekly Column In Your Email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various studies have shown that children raised by a single mother comprise about 70 percent of juvenile murderers, delinquents, teenaged mothers, drug abusers, dropouts, suicides and runaways. Imagine an America with 70 percent fewer of these social disorders and you will see what liberals' destruction of marriage has wrought.&lt;br /&gt;A 1990 study by the (liberal) Progressive Policy Institute showed that, after controlling for single motherhood, the difference in black and white crime rates disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, adopted kids, on average, turn out better than even biological kids raised in two-parent families.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there aren't a lot of studies of adopted children because they aren't constantly mugging us. They're too busy running Oracle (Larry Ellison), the District of Columbia (Anthony Williams), or fantastic political websites, like Big Government (Andrew Breitbart).&lt;br /&gt;One four-year study by the Search Institute in Minnesota found that adopted teenagers had greater empathy, higher self-esteem and more close friends than non-adopted teenagers in public schools, and were also less likely to engage in high-risk behavior, such as stealing and excessive drinking. In all, they scored higher than the control group on 16 indicators of well-being.&lt;br /&gt;They were as strongly attached to their parents as their non-adopted siblings. Indeed, contrary to Hollywood movies portraying adopted kids mystically driven to find their biological parents, the majority of adopted teenagers rarely thought about the fact that they were adopted. (Apple's Steve Jobs has shown little interest in his biological father and corrects people who refer to his "adoptive parents," saying, "They were my parents.")&lt;br /&gt;We could wipe out chronic poverty in America tomorrow – and the new iPad would be even more awesome, if such a thing were possible! – if only women would get married before having children or give up their illegitimate kids for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, between 1979 and 2003, we went from about 600,000 babies being born out of wedlock, with about a quarter of them put up for adoption, to 1.5 million illegitimate births with fewer than 1 percent of them (14,000) given up for adoption. That's why Angelina Jolie and Madonna are constantly having to break up tribal wars to adopt Third World children.&lt;br /&gt;A 2008 study led by Georgia State University economist Benjamin Scafidi conservatively estimated that single mothers cost the U.S. taxpayer $112 billion every year – in addition to asking the rest of us to keep an eye on their kids while they go clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;We could have had two Iraq wars – Obama could have "saved or created" half a million stimulus jobs – at that price.&lt;br /&gt;But in fact, Scafidi underestimated single mothers' burden to society by excluding additional costs of single mothers to poverty programs such as the Earned Income Tax Credit.&lt;br /&gt;That makes his estimates very low: Single mothers are six times more likely to be in poverty than married families. More than 80 percent of homeless families are single mothers.&lt;br /&gt;Scafidi's study also did not consider the burden single mothers place on law enforcement because of their higher likelihood to neglect or kill their children.&lt;br /&gt;Eighty-five percent of mothers who kill their children through neglect are single mothers.&lt;br /&gt;(Column continues below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plague of single motherhood isn't an inevitable decay brought on by stupid choices of the underclass. Destroying the family is the active social policy of liberals. They enjoy experimenting with other people's lives and leaving the taxpayer with the bill.&lt;br /&gt;The mainstream media and Hollywood studios are constantly issuing propaganda about the joys and triumphs of single mothers.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, for example, the noted scientific periodical Us Weekly celebrated single motherhood with an article titled "The New Single Moms and How They Do It," which delusionally proclaimed that the "sisters are doing it for themselves."&lt;br /&gt;No, they're not. They're "doing it" at an enormous and unasked-for cost to every man, woman and child in America. They're doing it at incalculable cost to the children themselves, such as helpless, innocent Caylee.&lt;br /&gt;A 2007 New York Times op-ed column about three gold-diggers fighting for custody of Anna Nicole Smith's illegitimate daughter said: "Surely this change is a welcome corrective to the injustice of traditional marriage laws and family values that stigmatized 'bastards' for life."&lt;br /&gt;Except one can't help noticing how many more illegitimate children there are – and the accompanying child abuse, neglect, suicide, runaways and murders – now that the stigma is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FDemonic-How-Liberal-Endangering-America%2Fdp%2F0307353486%3Fie%3DUTF8%26qid%3D1307568491%26sr%3D8-1&amp;amp;tag=worldnetdaily-20&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;Ann Coulter's latest book is "Demonic: How the Liberal Mob Is Endangering America."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: &lt;a style="COLOR: #003399" href="http://www.wnd.com/?pageId=319449#ixzz1RQhbbRVo"&gt;Casey Anthony: Single mom of the year!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: #003399" href="http://www.wnd.com/?pageId=319449#ixzz1RQhbbRVo"&gt;http://www.wnd.com/?pageId=319449#ixzz1RQhbbRVo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7217209968614183927?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7217209968614183927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7217209968614183927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7217209968614183927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7217209968614183927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/07/casey-anthony-single-mom-of-year.html' title='Casey Anthony - Single mom of the year'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6950691950054289862</id><published>2011-06-17T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T08:28:27.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice of the day</title><content type='html'>Never, never make eye contact with anyone when eating a banana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6950691950054289862?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6950691950054289862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6950691950054289862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6950691950054289862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6950691950054289862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/06/advice-of-day.html' title='Advice of the day'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4427959053599621036</id><published>2011-06-17T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T08:23:13.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehGIaegKfeo/TftVNZrZS6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qGr9ZC3B0Ic/s1600/Amazing_Society.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619178648794385314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehGIaegKfeo/TftVNZrZS6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qGr9ZC3B0Ic/s320/Amazing_Society.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4427959053599621036?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4427959053599621036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4427959053599621036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4427959053599621036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4427959053599621036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-true.html' title='So true'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehGIaegKfeo/TftVNZrZS6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qGr9ZC3B0Ic/s72-c/Amazing_Society.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-3172658390673342530</id><published>2011-06-16T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:22:56.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIcQBg3uCdU/TfofxQFsspI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Px_Rqz4xE5M/s1600/What_You_Looking_At.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618838416091034258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIcQBg3uCdU/TfofxQFsspI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Px_Rqz4xE5M/s320/What_You_Looking_At.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-3172658390673342530?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/3172658390673342530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=3172658390673342530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3172658390673342530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3172658390673342530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/06/flower-porn.html' title='Flower porn'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIcQBg3uCdU/TfofxQFsspI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Px_Rqz4xE5M/s72-c/What_You_Looking_At.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5772807877818870166</id><published>2011-06-16T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:26:16.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A pastor gets false teth</title><content type='html'>A Pastor goes to the dentist for a set of false teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Sunday after he gets his teeth, he talks for only eight minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second Sunday, he talks for only ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Sunday, he talks for 2 hours and 48 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The congregation had to mob him to get him down from the pulpit and they asked him what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor explains the first Sunday his gums hurt so bad he couldn’t talk for more than 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second Sunday his gums hurt too much to talk for more than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the third Sunday, by mistake he put his wife’s teeth in and couldn’t shut up…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5772807877818870166?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5772807877818870166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5772807877818870166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5772807877818870166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5772807877818870166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/06/pastor-gets-false-teth.html' title='A pastor gets false teth'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4299056477675137740</id><published>2011-06-15T09:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:59:34.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward and upward</title><content type='html'>Well, I managed to complete my studies and graduated with an associates degree in Business. I also managed to maintain my 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since completed one semester of my upper division classes and i must say they are a little bit more challenging. I recently completed Finance which is entirely based on TVM (Time Value of Money). It wasn't very fun. A whole damn lot of calculations and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my business core classes are completed so the rest of the classes are the cool stuff. I am currently taking Big Ideas in Science so we get to talk about evolution and other stuff. This should be a fun class to argue in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4299056477675137740?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4299056477675137740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4299056477675137740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4299056477675137740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4299056477675137740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/06/onward-and-upward.html' title='Onward and upward'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4568310803464576230</id><published>2011-06-15T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:55:05.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So wrong, but funny</title><content type='html'>We have a guy at work who has been dating the same girl for about eight (8) years. He just doesn't want to commit. We keep harassing him about but he just will not take the next step. So, we decided to help him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the guys gathered up a few engagement ring brochures and placed them strategically in his truck. Sure enough, the next day his girlfriend got in the truck and found one of the brochures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She automatically assumed he was looking for an engagement ring and she of course announced her excitement. This put ole boy in a tight spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he explained that the guys were playing a joke, he called everyone at the shop and cussed them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have been wrong, but it was funny as hell!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4568310803464576230?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4568310803464576230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4568310803464576230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4568310803464576230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4568310803464576230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-wrong-but-funny.html' title='So wrong, but funny'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5722705383164253435</id><published>2011-06-02T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:23:13.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight update</title><content type='html'>Since i have started my new lifestyle, i have lost 105 pounds. I started at 347 and got down to 242. i flucuate between 245 and 250. I have manged to keep it off for over a year so i think i got it beat. I haven't decided if i want to lose any more or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5722705383164253435?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5722705383164253435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5722705383164253435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5722705383164253435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5722705383164253435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/06/weight-update.html' title='Weight update'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7775555403539835724</id><published>2011-06-02T11:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:16:54.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stay out of trouble</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, my wife's family had a little get together. Some of the family was in from Alaska so they all decided to have a pot luck gathering. I must say that this family can cook. It is worth going to just to eat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i only know the family that lives local so my Father-n-Law was introducing me to the family that i have never met. I learned that i have several titles according to FIL. I was introduced as "That no account son in law, my coonass son in law, and that guy my daughter drug home". Nice to know you're loved ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my wife introduces me to cousin "skinny" (real names have been changed to protect the innocent). It seems that cousin skinny is an anorexic. I have never met one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later i was sitting alone and i started giggling. My wife and FIL come up and asked me what was so funny. I said "I'm gonna go up to cousin skinny and tell her that her ass is getting big"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point on i was not left alone. It seems that not everyone shares my sense of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7775555403539835724?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7775555403539835724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7775555403539835724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7775555403539835724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7775555403539835724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/06/cant-stay-out-of-trouble.html' title='Can&apos;t stay out of trouble'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6049499499199189123</id><published>2011-04-26T11:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:32:36.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F 350 Super Duty Dually</title><content type='html'>I cannot say enough good about my F-350. It is a 2002 model with the 7.3 liter diesel. Its pulling capability is AWESOME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, i took possession of a 16', 20,000 pound rated dump trailer. Mt neighbor, James, has a hook up at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caliche&lt;/span&gt; pit. We were able to get it for $5 per ton. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caliche&lt;/span&gt; pit is 25 miles from the house so i figured i wanted to haul the maximum on each load. Makes sense, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there and weigh in. 14,700 for the truck and trailer. We pull over to get loaded and i assumed, incorrectly, that the loader had a 10 yard bucket. He dumped a heaping bucket in the trailer and i signaled to dump another bucket. He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to leave, we had to go up about a 4 degree incline. I noticed that my truck was struggling. After i make it up the incline, we head to the scales. Side note, the person working the scale house, this was her first day. As we pulled on the scale, she told us we weighed 52,500 pounds. James and I looked at each other and said no way, that isn't possible. My wife asked me why i thought it was wrong and i told her that this truck couldn't move 52,000 pounds, the trailer is rated for 20,000 pounds and the hitch is rated for 30,000 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the load up to 50 MPH and James said to hold her steady at that speed. As we are driving along we hear a loud BOOM. My wife about come undone. We pull over and sure enough, we blew a tire. We are about 10 miles from the house so we limp along at 25 MPH hoping to make it home. About 2 miles down the road and BOOM. There goes another tire. This trailer is tandem wheeled, tandem axles. Both tires on one axle blew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call the tire place and they send someone out. He pulls up and throws is 10 ton jack under the axle. It will not lift it. He gets his 20 ton jack and it will not lift it. He looks at James and i and we just divert our eyes. Finally both jacks lift the axle and he is able to change the tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$340 dollars later and about 1.5 hours, we are making our way home, very slowly. During this time, we are beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, that scale was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get the load home, the dump bed will not budge. We have to use the tractor to unload what we can and we have to shovel the rest. After shoveling about half the load, the dump bed is able to raise up. 5 hours after we left home, we have the trailer emptied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next two trips, we had the loader only load about 3/4 of a bucket and that gave us a total weight of 32,000 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What impressed me is that i have had my truck weighed and i know it weighs 8,000 pounds. That means that i had 44,500 pounds of trailer and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caliche&lt;/span&gt; that i managed to pull. If that doesn't impress you, nothing will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine what would have happened if a cop had shown up? I can't even begin to imagine how many citations i would have received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all was said and done, i had 5 loads of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caliche&lt;/span&gt; in my driveway and James had two. I figure i need about 15 more loads to finish my whole driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, the tractor i bought worked fine. I picked up a Ford 600 series with a loader and shredder. The loader has a 3 foot bucket but that is about all the tractor could handle anyway. I got the tractor for a steal because the hydraulic rams on the loader was leaking. My other neighbor works for a hydraulic company so as of right now, the rams are torn apart and new seals should be in today. The tractor will be operational tonight at a cost of about $40.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6049499499199189123?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6049499499199189123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6049499499199189123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6049499499199189123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6049499499199189123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/04/f-350-super-duty-dually.html' title='F 350 Super Duty Dually'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6198304627985860141</id><published>2011-03-10T08:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:58:40.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Ironsides</title><content type='html'>The U. S. S.. Constitution (Old Ironsides), as a combat vessel, carried 48,600 gallons of fresh water for her crew of 475 officers and men. This was sufficient to last six months of sustained operations at sea. She carried no evaporators (i.e. fresh water distillers).&lt;br /&gt;However, let it be noted that according to her ship’s log, “On July 27, 1798, the U.S.S. Constitution sailed from Boston with a full complement of 475 officers and men, 48,600 gallons of fresh water, 7,400 cannon shot, 11,600 pounds of black powder and 79,400 gallons of rum.”&lt;br /&gt;Her mission: “To destroy and harass English shipping.”Making Jamaica on 6 October, she took on 826 pounds of flour and 68,300 gallons of rum.&lt;br /&gt;Then she headed for the Azores , arriving there 12 November. She provisioned with 550 pounds of beef and 64,300 gallons of Portuguese wine.&lt;br /&gt;On 18 November, she set sail for England. In the ensuing days she defeated five British men-of-war and captured and scuttled 12 English merchant ships, salvaging only the rum aboard each.&lt;br /&gt;By 26 January, her powder and shot were exhausted. Nevertheless, although unarmed she made a night raid up the Firth of Clyde in Scotland. Her landing party captured a whiskey distillery and transferred 40,000 gallons of single malt Scotch aboard by dawn. Then she headed home.&lt;br /&gt;The U. S. S. Constitution arrived in Boston on 20 February 1799, with no cannon shot, no food, no powder, no rum, no wine, no whiskey, and 38,600 gallons of water.&lt;br /&gt;GO NAVY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6198304627985860141?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6198304627985860141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6198304627985860141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6198304627985860141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6198304627985860141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-ironsides.html' title='Old Ironsides'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2654452862644069196</id><published>2011-02-09T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:14:33.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraprosdokians</title><content type='html'>A paraprosdokian is a figure of speech in which the latter part of asentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes thereader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It isfrequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, sometimes producing ananticlimax. For this reason, it is extremely popular among comedians andsatirists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn’t work that way, so Istole a bike and asked for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standingin a garage makes you a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but it’s still on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I agreed with you, we’d both be wrong. (I have to remember this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War does not determine who is right – only who is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it ina fruit salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening news is where they begin with ‘Good evening’, and thenproceed to tell you why it isn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; To steal from many isresearch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a trainstops. On my desk, I have a work station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphins are so smart that within a few weeks of captivity, they cantrain people to stand on the very edge of the pool and throw them fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted pay checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bank is a place that will lend you money, if you can prove that youdon’t need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says “In anemergency, notify:” I put “DOCTOR”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billionstars, but check when you say the paint is wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Americans choose from just two people to run for president and50 for Miss America ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute toskydive twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diplomat is someone who can tell you to go to hell in such a waythat you will look forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered I scream the same way whether I’m about to be devouredby a great white shark or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always take life with a grain of salt, plus a slice of lemon, and ashot of tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re never too old to learn something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever youhit the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus is a vehicle that runs twice as fast when you are after it aswhen you are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2654452862644069196?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2654452862644069196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2654452862644069196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2654452862644069196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2654452862644069196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/02/paraprosdokians.html' title='Paraprosdokians'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2843111309158000794</id><published>2011-02-07T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:13:29.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/TVAZ85-0xGI/AAAAAAAAAr8/WViLstiXk5I/s1600/Beaux.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981273204474978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/TVAZ85-0xGI/AAAAAAAAAr8/WViLstiXk5I/s320/Beaux.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2843111309158000794?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2843111309158000794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2843111309158000794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2843111309158000794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2843111309158000794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/02/beaux.html' title='Beaux'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/TVAZ85-0xGI/AAAAAAAAAr8/WViLstiXk5I/s72-c/Beaux.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-8305100821805869548</id><published>2011-02-07T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:11:24.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have joined the ranks of the terminally stupid</title><content type='html'>Yep, i have become one of the people i have always said were too stupid to procreate. Every month at work we get a list of accidents that happened. We have dubbed that list the Darwin awards. People who do really stupid shit and get themselves hurt. Unfortunately, I have become one of those idiots, although at home, not at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how the story goes. My daughter in law has been after me to adopt a dog. Since we got 4 acres, we have plenty of room. Finally i told her that if she found a Catahoula for adoption, i would adopt it. I figured the chances were slim and none of finding a Catahoula in West Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, she finds one. I was actually in Amarillo when she found him so she adopted him for me. I was to take ownership when i got home. According to adoption rules, she had to take the dog to the vet within 48 hours. While at the vet she called me and asked what i was going to name him. I had to name a dog i haven't seen. I decided to go with his heritage and named him Feet Pue Tan (Fee boo tan). I thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am with a Catahoula, a big yard and no dog house. I put something together for him but it wasn't very good. As you know, we had temperatures in the single digits last week. I decided that on Saturday i was going to build a dog condo for my new best friend. We call him Beaux for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enlist the oldest boy to help me out. We decided to build his condo in the old water well shed. The shed is constructed of cement board so it will keep the wind and moisture of the condo. $211 later, i have all the supplies i need to have a dog house with a living room and a bedroom and the entire condo will be heated along with a heated bed for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The condo currently has two rooms but one of them will be the sleeping quarters for the second dog i plan to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we build a floor out of treated lumber and start building the walls. We insulate the walls with R-30 insulation and seal all cracks. Everything is going good until i accidentally put some 3" nails in the pneumatic air gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i am building the roof, the air nailer jams up. I must add that i was already pissed off at this point. Beaux, the smart ass that he is, decided to make a run for it when i had the gate open. I had to chase his ass down on a UTV to catch him, not once but twice. I was plenty steamed when the air nailer jammed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was jiggling the safety device and messing with the trigger when BAM, the nailer went off and i felt a sharp pain in my index finger. I look down and there is a 3" nail shot through my glove and index finger. I just starred at it with disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the shed and oldest boy looked at it and thought i was joking around. When he realized i was serious, he looks at me and says "Damn, you want to go to the hospital?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "No, I just need to pull it out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you all right now that pulling the nail out hurt a lot more than it did going in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all puncture wounds, once the nail was removed, the bleeding began. After i got the bleeding under control and the wound bandaged, i finished up the condo. I liberally applied pain medication in the liquid form and hopefully there will be no infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because i was mad, in a hurry, and not paying attention, I get a nail through the finger. Just goes to show that we need to keep our focus no matter what we are doing or where we are doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-8305100821805869548?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/8305100821805869548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=8305100821805869548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/8305100821805869548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/8305100821805869548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-joined-ranks-of-terminally.html' title='I have joined the ranks of the terminally stupid'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5962299957318241628</id><published>2011-01-05T08:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:06:33.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying for the wicked we have done</title><content type='html'>Here is a simple yet complex question. How much good does a person have to do to repay for the wicked they have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we ever make good for the bad? I would guess that this question depends on the perspective of the person who was wronged. For example, can a killer make good with the family of a person he killed? Can a liar make good with the victim he lied to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously both examples are on each end of the spectrum, but the question still remains. Can we make good for our bad deeds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads us to further ask, when is the bad made good? Who makes that call? The victim? The family of the victim? or how about the person who is trying to reconcile the bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 43 years on this rock, i spent the first 17 years being a good boy with the exception of normal teenage crap. The next 15 or so years, i spent some time in the Navy and living a lifestyle that most would call, un-christian like. The last 11 years i have been trying to renew my faith, live a good life, and walk the path my religion says i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i started bringing religion back into my life, i started finding deeper meaning, a purpose for my life, and started to understand the difference between love and lust. All this, in my opinion, has made me a better man. My religion helped me get through some of the darkest days of my life. I always knew there was a reason for what happened and at times i walked by faith, not sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those 15 years sometimes haunt me. I tell people that i have not always been a nice person. I did things back then, that when i think of them now, it shames me for the way i acted and reacted to situations. So how do we make good or atone for those bad actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we take back all the hurtful things we have said to others? I don't know if there is an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we answer to God for our actions, do you think it is like a scale? With all the good on one side and the bad on the other? Or do you think it is a list and the good will never outweigh the bad? One way or the other, we have to pay for those bad deeds. Whether it is here in our lifetime or the after life. Atonement must be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Protestants tell me that Jesus died on the cross that my sins may be forgiven. I ask Jesus to forgive me, all is forgiven, and i am on my way to Heaven. My Priest says it isn't that easy. My Priest tells me that Christ died on the cross for mankind as a whole, to re-open the gates of Heaven, and allow us by Faith and Works, to works towards the ultimate goal of reaching Heaven upon our death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me an example; Let's say your neighbor builds a new house. The house is beautiful and you are jealous of his good fortune. One night, you take a can of paint and throw it on the wall of your neighbors new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, you start feeling guilty, and you go tell your neighbor that you did it. You agree to paint that part of the house and bring back the beauty of the new house. Although the new paint job covers up what you have done, the stain of what you did will always be there. My Priest said that the stain is like sins on our soul. We may cover them up, but they are always there under the surface. On the day of our judgement, those stains will be revealed, and then we will have to answer for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, unless the person you wronged truly forgives you, those stains will remain on your soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5962299957318241628?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5962299957318241628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5962299957318241628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5962299957318241628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5962299957318241628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2011/01/paying-for-wicked-we-have-done.html' title='Paying for the wicked we have done'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-3680444382919321072</id><published>2010-12-29T08:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T08:24:43.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Marines</title><content type='html'>On Nov 13, 2010 Lt General John Kelly, USMC gave a speech to the Semper Fi Society of St. Louis , MO. This was 4 days after his son, Lt Robert Kelly, USMC was killed by an IED while on his 3rd Combat tour. During his speech, General Kelly spoke about the dedication and valor of the young men and women who step forward each and every day to protect us. During the speech, he never mentioned the loss of his own son. He closed the speech with the moving account of the last 6 seconds in the lives of 2 young Marines who died with rifles blazing to protect their brother Marines.&lt;br /&gt;"I will leave you with a story about the kind of people they are...about the quality of the steel in their backs...about the kind of dedication they bring to our country while they serve in uniform and forever after as veterans. Two years ago when I was the Commander of all U.S. and Iraqi forces, in fact, the 22nd of April 2008, two Marine infantry battalions, 1/9 "The Walking Dead," and 2/8 were switching out in Ramadi. One battalion in the closing days of their deployment going home very soon, the other just starting its seven-month combat tour.&lt;br /&gt;Two Marines, Corporal Jonathan Yale and Lance Corporal Jordan Haerter, 22 and 20 years old respectively, one from each battalion, were assuming the watch together at the entrance gate of an outpost that contained a makeshift barracks housing 50 Marines. The same broken down ramshackle building was also home to 100 Iraqi police, also my men and our allies in the fight against the terrorists in Ramadi, a city until recently the most dangerous city on earth and owned by Al Qaeda.&lt;br /&gt;Yale was a dirt poor mixed-race kid from Virginia with a wife and daughter, and a mother and sister who lived with him and he supported as well. He did this on a yearly salary of less than $23,000.&lt;br /&gt;Haerter, on the other hand, was a middle class white kid from Long Island . They were from two completely different worlds. Had they not joined the Marines they would never have met each other, or understood that multiple America's exist simultaneously depending on one's race, education level, economic status, and where you might have been born. But they were Marines, combat Marines, forged in thesame crucible of Marine training, and because of this bond they were brothers as close, or closer, than if they were born of the same woman.&lt;br /&gt;The mission orders they received from the sergeant squad leader I am sure went something like: "Okay you two clowns, stand this post and let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass." "You clear?" I am also sure Yale and Haerter then rolled their eyes and said in unison something like: "Yes Sergeant," with just enough attitude that made the point without saying the words, "No kidding sweetheart, we know what we're doing."&lt;br /&gt;They then relieved two other Marines on watch and took up their post at the entry control point of Joint Security Station Nasser, in the Sophia section of Ramadi, Al Anbar, Iraq .&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later a large blue truck turned down the alley way-perhaps 60-70 yards in length-and sped its way through the serpentine of concrete jersey walls. The truck stopped just short of where the two were posted and detonated, killing them both catastrophically. Twenty-four brick masonry houses were damaged or destroyed. A mosque 100 yards away collapsed. The truck's engine came to rest two hundred yards away knocking most of a house down before it stopped. Our explosive experts reckoned the blast was made of 2,000 pounds of explosives.&lt;br /&gt;Two died, and because these two young infantrymen didn't have it in their DNA to run from danger, they saved 150 of their Iraqi and American brothers-in-arms.&lt;br /&gt;When I read the situation report about the incident a few hours after it happened I called the regimental commander for details as something about this struck me as different. Marines dying or being seriously wounded iscommonplace in combat. We expect Marines regardless of rank or MOS to stand their ground and do their duty, and even die in the process, if that is what the mission takes. But this just seemed different. The regimental commander had just returned from the site and he agreed, but reported that there were no American witnesses to the event-just Iraqi police. I figured if there was any chance of finding out what actually happened and then to decorate the two Marines to acknowledge their bravery, I'd have to do it as a combat award that requires two eye-witnesses and we figured the bureaucrats back in Washington would never buy Iraqi statements. If it had any chance at all, it had to come under the signature of a general officer.&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to Ramadi the next day and spoke individually to a half-dozen Iraqi police all of whom told the same story. The blue truck turned down into the alley and immediately sped up as it made its way through the serpentine. They all said, "We knew immediately what was going on as soon as the two Marines began firing." The Iraqi police then related that some of them also fired, and then to a man, ran for safety just prior to the explosion. All survived. Many were injured...some seriously. One of the Iraqis elaborated and with tears welling up said, "They'd run like any normal man would to save his life." "What he didn't know until then," he said, "and what he learned that very instant, was that Marines are not normal." Choking past the emotion he said, "Sir, in the name of God no sane man would have stood there and done what they did." "No sane man." "They saved us all."&lt;br /&gt;What we didn't know at the time, and only learned a couple of days later after I wrote a summary and submitted both Yale and Haerter for posthumous Navy Crosses, was that one of our security cameras, damaged initially in the blast, recorded some of the suicide attack. It happened exactly as the Iraqis had described it. It took exactly six seconds from when the truck entered the alley until it detonated.&lt;br /&gt;You can watch the last six seconds of their young lives. Putting myself in their heads I supposed it took about a second for the two Marines to separately come to the same conclusion about what was going on once the truck came into their view at the far end of the alley. Exactly no time to talk it over, or call the sergeant to ask what they should do. Only enough time to take half an instant and think about what the sergeant told them to do only a few minutes before: "...let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass."&lt;br /&gt;The two Marines had about five seconds left to live.&lt;br /&gt;It took maybe another two seconds for them to present their weapons, take aim, and open up. By this time the truck was half-way through the barriers and gaining speed the whole time. Here, the recording shows a number of Iraqi police, some of whom had fired their AKs, now scattering like the normal and rational men they were-some running right past the Marines.&lt;br /&gt;They had three seconds left to live.&lt;br /&gt;For about two seconds more, the recording shows the Marines' weapons firing non-stop...the truck's windshield exploding into shards of glass as their rounds take it apart and tore in to the body of the son-of-a-bitch who is trying to get past them to kill their brothers-American and Iraqi-bedded down in the barracks totally unaware of the fact that their lives at that moment depended entirely on two Marines standing their ground. If they had been aware, they would have known they were safe...because two Marines stood between them and a crazed suicide bomber. The recording shows the truck careening to a stop immediately in front of the two Marines. In all of the instantaneous violence Yale and Haerter never hesitated. By all reports and by the recording, they never stepped back. They never even started to step aside. They never even shifted their weight. With their feet spread shoulder width apart, they leaned into the danger, firing as fast as they could work their weapons.&lt;br /&gt;They had only one second left to live.&lt;br /&gt;The truck explodes. The camera goes blank. Two young men go to their God. Six seconds. Not enough time to think about their families, their country, their flag, or about their lives or their deaths, but more than enough time for two very brave young men to do their duty...into eternity. Those are the kind of people who are on watch all over the world tonight-for you.&lt;br /&gt;We Marines believe that God gave America the greatest gift he could bestow to man while he lived on this earth-freedom. We also believe he gave us another gift nearly as precious-our soldiers, sailors, airmen, Coast Guardsmen, and Marines-to safeguard that gift and guarantee no force on this earth can every steal it away. It has been my distinct honor to have been with you here today. Rest assured our America, this experiment in democracy started over two centuries ago, will forever remain the "land of the free and home of the brave" so long as we never run out of tough young Americans who are willing to look beyond their own self-interest and comfortable lives, and go into the darkest and most dangerous places on earth to hunt down, and kill, those who would do us harm.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America , and....SEMPER FIDELIS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-3680444382919321072?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/3680444382919321072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=3680444382919321072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3680444382919321072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3680444382919321072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-marines.html' title='Two Marines'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7091158170728449324</id><published>2010-12-17T14:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:43:56.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral/Ethical Dilemma</title><content type='html'>You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night, when you passby a bus stop, and you see three people waiting for the bus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An old friend who once saved your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question was posed on an application to see how people would respond. Which one would you give a ride to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7091158170728449324?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7091158170728449324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7091158170728449324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7091158170728449324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7091158170728449324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/12/moralethical-dilemma.html' title='Moral/Ethical Dilemma'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-3865095799939871478</id><published>2010-11-23T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:14:50.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old flame</title><content type='html'>I received a phone call from a gorgeous ex-girlfriend who this morning called ‘out-of-the-blue’ to see if I was still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost track of time, chatting about the wild, romantic times we used to enjoy together.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe it when she asked if I’d be interested in meeting up and rekindling a little of that “old magic”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow!” I was flabbergasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know if I could keep pace with you now”, I said, “I’m a bit older and a bit greyer and balder than when you last saw me. Plus I don’t really have the energy I used to have.”&lt;br /&gt;She just giggled and said she was sure I would “rise to the challenge”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.” I said. “Just so long as you don’t mind a waistline that’s a few inches wider these days! Not to mention my total lack of muscle tone…everything is sagging, my teeth are a bit yellowed and I am developing jowls like a Great Dane!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and told me to stop being so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She teased me saying that tubby, gray haired, older men were cute, and she was sure I would still be a great lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she giggled and said, “I’ve put on a few pounds myself!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told her to piss off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-3865095799939871478?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/3865095799939871478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=3865095799939871478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3865095799939871478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3865095799939871478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-flame.html' title='Old flame'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6811315912850999299</id><published>2010-11-23T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:13:18.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf lessons</title><content type='html'>A foursome of guys is waiting at the men’s tee while a foursome of women is hitting from the ladies’ tee. The ladies are taking their time. When the final lady is ready to hit her ball, she hacks it 10 feet. Then she goes over and whiffs it completely. Then she hacks it another ten feet and finally hacks it another five feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks up at the patiently waiting men and says apologetically, “I guess all those fucking lessons I took over the winter didn’t help.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the men immediately responds, “Well, there you have it! You should have taken golf lessons instead!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never even had a chance to duck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6811315912850999299?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6811315912850999299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6811315912850999299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6811315912850999299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6811315912850999299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/golf-lessons.html' title='Golf lessons'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-9222321147207541298</id><published>2010-11-22T15:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:53:22.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitman</title><content type='html'>Two old friends were just about to tee off at the first hole of their local golf course when a guy carrying a golf bag called out to them, “Do you mind if I join you? My partner didn’t turn up.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure,” they said, “You’re welcome.” So they started playing and enjoyed the game and the company of the newcomer. Part way around the course, one of the friends asked the newcomer, “What do you do for a living?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a hit man,” was the reply. “You’re joking!” was the response.“No, I’m not,” he said, reaching into his golf bag, and pulling out a beautiful Martini sniper’s rifle with a large telescopic sight. ! “Here are my tools.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a beautiful telescopic sight,” said the other friend, “Can I take a look? I think I might be able to see my house from here.” So he picked up the rifle and looked through the sight in the direction of his house. “Yeah, I can see my house all right. This sight is fantastic. I can see right in the window.” “Wow, I can see my wife in the bedroom. Ha ha, I can see she’s naked!! Wait a minute, that’s my neighbor in there with her…… He’s naked, too!!! The bitch!”&lt;br /&gt;He turned to the hit man, “How much do you charge for a hit?” I’ll do a flat rate, for you, one thousand dollars every time I pull the trigger.” “Can you do two for me now?” “Sure, what do you want?”&lt;br /&gt;“First, shoot my wife. She’s always been mouthy, so shoot her in the mouth. Then the neighbor, he’s a friend of mine, so just shoot his dick off to teach him a lesson.The hit man took the rifle and took aim, standing perfectly still for a few minutes.“Are you going to do it or not?” said the friend impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;“Just be patient,” said the hit man calmly, “I think I can save you a grand here…..”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-9222321147207541298?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/9222321147207541298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=9222321147207541298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/9222321147207541298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/9222321147207541298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/hitman.html' title='Hitman'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2794178337262165892</id><published>2010-11-22T15:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:50:47.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The sinister secret behind inflation</title><content type='html'>By David Hayden, webmaster  March 07, 2010 at 07:46 PM EST  2 commentsMy mother and father would hark back to the days when a loaf of bread was only 8 cents. “Mom”, I would say, “things just cost more.”Could I have been more wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Things don’t cost more, it is a hidden tax!How Inflation is Created&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to common thought, inflation is not the normal order of things. It will all become very clear when you read this short analogy.&lt;br /&gt;There are 10 people in a community.Abe makes tractorsBill makes gasCharlie builds housesDarin is a developerEdward makes tractor partsFrank is a produce farmerGeorge raises cattleHank is a tractor mechanicIan owns and drives a delivery vanJasper is a laborerThese hardworking folks soon learned a simple barter system would not work. When Charlie built a house for Hank, he wanted to be paid, but did not need tractor parts.&lt;br /&gt;They needed something else of value to trade. Everyone knew this was a problem for them too. So they all got together and created an advanced barter system called money.They created the “DayCredit” or as it became known the DC.&lt;br /&gt;A DayCredit was equal to exactly (1) 12 hour day of work. Since it takes Charlie 3600 hours to build a house, the house is worth 300 DC’s. That means Hank is going to have to labor as a mechanic for 300 days to pay for the house.&lt;br /&gt;With DC currency, it does not matter for whom Hank works, as long as they pay him in equivalent DC currency. Charlie knows that the money he receives can be used to buy goods or services from anyone else in their group.So far; so good.One day, the Fedrev family moves into town. The whole town is excited and welcome the Fedrev’s with open arms. They explain to them how their barter system works and the Fedrevs agree to accept and use the DC currency.Up until this point, everyone printed their own currency based on integrity and full guarantee of their 12 hr work day per DC.Fedrev was a printer and supplied printing services. Then one day they offered to be the sole printer of the DC currency. A reasonable idea but unfortunately Fedrev was lazy and dishonest.Fedrev wanted to have the nicest house in the community but did not have enough DCs to purchase the house from Charlie. So they very quietly printed a little extra money and gave it to themselves as a 10% interest bonus. They then used that money to buy the most expensive house Charlie could build.Everyone knew there were more DCs in the system than there were labor hours to back them up. So when Frank went to buy a tractor, Edward would no longer accept 1 DC per 12 hr day. Edward now wanted 1.1 DCs for each labor day he needed to build a tractor.Jasper the laborer could no longer afford to buy produce because Frank had to raise his prices to cover the cost of the tractor. So he demanded a cost of living adjustment from George the Cattle farmer.Upon learning that George’s beef prices went up by 10% Bill raised his gas prices to cover his family expenses.And so on.Sadly, due to dishonest money policy, 10% of the value of the money simply disappeared. A day’s work is still a days work, but for this community, a day’s work is only worth 91% of what it used to be.For those that could raise their prices, it was a wash.But for those who could not raise their prices, their money now buys less. A day of delivery for Ian is no longer worth a 12 hours of Bill’s gas production.Rising prices are absolute proof that too much money is being pumped into the system!I get inflation, but how is this a hidden tax?&lt;br /&gt;Great Question.Who benefited in the community of 10?The Fedrev’s. They immediately got 10% more value out of their DCs than anyone else. The few that could raise their prices accordingly and immediately maintained the value of their products and services but those that could not lost out.Professional politicians, like the rest of us want to keep their jobs. But in order to even get the job they have to make unrealistic promises like “a chicken in every pot, a car in every garage” or better yet “Health Care for Everyone!”However, there is a finite amount of money available for them to use to pay for this pandering. If they campaign on the promise that “Universal Health Care will only cost you an additional 25% in taxes” no one will elect them.Since politicians know the truth will not work, but will say anything to get or keep their jobs, they need to tax you with out you knowing it.Politicians, like the Fedrevs know that if they ask the Federal Reserve to pump a bunch of money in the system their dollars buy a lot more than your dollars.&lt;br /&gt;The important part of this is knowing how the Federal Reserve creates the money they pump into the system.&lt;br /&gt;Basically they have a book of blank checks. That’s it.The checks are NOT attached to any accounts, any reserve of gold or silver, it is just a check book.The Federal Reserve writes a check to the US Government for billions of dollars and presto chango, money is created out of thin air by the stroke of a pen and the miracle of the printing press.Politicians get billions of dollars to spend (In Obama’s case trillions).The secret is, when politicians use the dollars they get current value.Unfortunately, by time you get your dollar, it is now worth far less than it was when you earned it.The really sick part is that the private bankers, affectionately known as the Federal Reserve, charge the citizens interest on the money they created out of thin air!Through the Federal Reserve Act, the politicians guaranteed the private bankers that the interest would be paid by a direct tax on the income of the us citizens.By devaluing Your dollar, but not the government’s, you get hit with a hidden tax. To keep the illusion alive, the government and media quickly shift all the blame to companies raising prices.Can anything be done to stop this train wreck?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were more optimistic on this subject. To put an end to this would require a few actions that I just do not see happening.Citizens must take time to fully understand the Federal Reserve. A good place to start is by reading The Creature from Jekyll Island: A Second Look at the Federal Reserve., watching these videos and watching The Money Masters Video.Remove from office all politicians that embrace the Federal Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;Demand and fight for a complete audit of the Federal Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;Demand a list of names of the actual owners of the Federal Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;Insist the politicians fire the Federal Reserve and retake the Constitutional right of our Government to print its own money. (Lincoln did and Kennedy wanted to.)&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy up and realize there is no free ride. It is pay as you go,regardless of what politicians promise.&lt;br /&gt;Demand the elimination of the Federal Reserve Note and insist that currency be backed by gold or some other commodity. (definitely not something stupid like carbon credits)&lt;br /&gt;Ok let’s wrap this up&lt;br /&gt;Inflation is NOT caused by rising prices based or evil profits.&lt;br /&gt;Inflation is direct evidence politicians have intentionally mismanaged money for job security.&lt;br /&gt;The Federal Reserve prints money out of thin air at the behest of the politicians.&lt;br /&gt;The Federal Reserve is gauranteed your income will be taxed to pay them interest on the money they created out of thin air.&lt;br /&gt;The politicians get to spend uninflated dollars that have far more value than the dollars that trickle down to you.Inflation is just secret code for taxation without representation.Ok, maybe we will not be able to return to the days (1935) when milk was 8 cents a gallon or the average cost of a new house was $3450.Focus on value, not dollars. In 1935, based on the average annual income of $1600, an hour of labor would buy 7.6 gallons of gas.In 2009, based on an average annual income of $55,000, an hour of labor will buy 8.8 gallons of gas. Remember, a good percentage of current gas prices are TAXES, so the price of gas, in terms of our direct labor to acquire it, is far less than in 1935.Things do not cost more in effort than they did in the past, in fact, they are often less expensive in terms bartering labor for goods.Politicians are happy to pump too much money into the monetary system to buy their votes becasue it is easy to hide the tax behind slipery words like inflation and pass the blame to the corporations that provide the lifestyle we enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2794178337262165892?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2794178337262165892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2794178337262165892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2794178337262165892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2794178337262165892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/sinister-secret-behind-inflation.html' title='The sinister secret behind inflation'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4763865706347123406</id><published>2010-11-22T10:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:58:12.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting perspective</title><content type='html'>Here at my company, our insurance program has a 2 million dollar lifetime maximum. I don't know if this is standard or not. I have heard of other companies have maximum benefits though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a dilemma, we have an employee that is in his/her late fifties. This person has had two boughts with cancer and a mild stroke that revealed some aneurysms. This person also has the cancer returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since undergoing all this medical procedures, this person has reached the $2,000,000 point. What to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the new obamacare has eliminated the lifetime maximum, but what if it hadn't eliminated it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet, what if this person didn't have private insurance and they were on medicare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it enough? If you have spent $2M on medical and still fighting the same thing, should you continue to fight it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person is on medicare and our tax dollars are paying for it, when is it enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is that we really need to evaluate end of life planning. Should medicare pay for a 70 year old to have a heart transplant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three biggest items in the federal budget are medicare, medicaid, and ssi. To lower our federal budget, we will have to make cuts to the big three. Are we, as a society, going to tell grandpa and grandma that you are too old for that procedure? Should we spend $2M to keep an elderly person alive with little to no quality of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question really becomes who determines the quality of life. The family probably would want to keep grandpa alive but me, the taxpayer, says let nature take its course. Can we allow government officials to make this call? Does grandpa really want to be kept alive to sit in a wheelchair not knowing who he is or who his family is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are the decisions that will have to be made in the future. It will be hard but they must be made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4763865706347123406?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4763865706347123406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4763865706347123406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4763865706347123406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4763865706347123406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/interesting-perspective.html' title='An interesting perspective'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5410534332691582763</id><published>2010-11-12T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:37:05.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the 100MPH goat</title><content type='html'>Two Tennessee rednecks are out hunting, and as they are walking along they come upon a huge hole in the ground. They approach it and are amazed by the size of it.&lt;br /&gt;The first hunter says, “Wow, that’s some hole; I can’t even see the bottom. I wonder how deep it is.”&lt;br /&gt;The second hunter says,” I don’t know, let’s throw something down and listen and see how long it takes to hit bottom.”&lt;br /&gt;The first hunter says, “There’s this old automobile transmission here, give me a hand and we’ll throw it in and see”. So they pick it up and carry it over, and count one, and two and three, and throw it in the hole.&lt;br /&gt;They are standing there listening and looking over the edge and they hear a rustling in the brush behind them. As they turn around they see a goat come crashing through the brush, run up to the hole and with no hesitation, and jump in head first.&lt;br /&gt;While they are standing there looking at each other, looking in the hole and trying to figure out what that was all about, an old farmer walks up. “Say there,” says the farmer, “you fellers didn’t happen to see my goat around here anywhere, did you?”&lt;br /&gt;The first hunter says, ” Funny you should ask, but we were just standing here a minute ago and a goat came running out of the bushes doin’ about a hunert miles an hour and jumped headfirst into this hole here!”&lt;br /&gt;The old farmer said, “That’s impossible. I had him chained to an old junk transmission!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5410534332691582763?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5410534332691582763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5410534332691582763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5410534332691582763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5410534332691582763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/100mph-goat.html' title='the 100MPH goat'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6439105792535213392</id><published>2010-11-12T09:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:35:41.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>A salesman goes up to a house and knocks on the front door…&lt;br /&gt;It’s opened by a little ten year-old boy who has a lighted cigar in one hand,a glass of whiskey in the other and a Penthouse magazine tucked under his arm…&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: “Hello son. Is your mom or dad home?”…&lt;br /&gt;Little boy: “What the fuck do you think?”…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6439105792535213392?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6439105792535213392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6439105792535213392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6439105792535213392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6439105792535213392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-8339799187486461250</id><published>2010-11-10T12:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T12:35:43.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A public groping</title><content type='html'>The wife and I flew to Nashville TN two weekends ago for an awards banquet with her company. As the wife has allergies, we have to take her drops with us. We have a very small collapsible cooler that we put her drops in and then place the cooler in our backpack. The drops are in a 2 ounce bottle so we didn't think we would have any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go thru Midland airport without any issues and we have a great time in Nashville. When we are going through the Nashville airport, things get a little hairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the backpack so i unloaded it and took my boots off and everything else to pass through security. Everything goes thru the scanner ok and they do a wipe test on the cooler and find traces of nitrates or explosives. Apparently, this gets every one's attention including the TSA supervisors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They surround me and start asking if that is my bag. I said yes and then one of the TSA people escort me to the glass cubicle they have for semi-private searches. About this time the wife is about to panic because she thinks they are taking me to Gitmo or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young TSA agent tells me that he needs to pat me down. Not a normal pat down but an aggressive pat down to ensure i am not trying to blow up a plane. He informs me that we can go to a private and secure location or we can do it right there. I look at my wife and from her eyes i can tell that if i'm taken to a private spot she would probably have a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look him in the eyes and say "Bubba, i spent 4 years in the Navy. If you want to grope me, you're gonna have to do it where everyone can see, hell, i will buck down right here if that will make you happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cracked a smile and said " I understand, i did 6 years in the Corps"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, " So, you get your jollys groping old sailors do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "No, but i do like pissing ya'll off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explains the procedure to me and ask if i consent to being searched. I asked if i had a choice and he said absolutely, if you don't want to fly. Naturally i consented and the groping began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was checking my groin area i said "Hey jarhead, my wife is watching so don't look like your enjoying it" He responded with something about squids being queer or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all this was going on, other TSA agents were standing around my wife and asking her questions about where i had been and such. The whole time she is watching to make sure they don't slap the cuffs on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my searcher was coming up my other leg and checking my left nut, i said " You get it up, you get it off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head, finished his search and took the latex gloves he was wearing to have a wipe test done on them the see if i had explosives on my clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they put the wipe in the testing device, what do you know, the device wasn't working. Some TSA agent got on the radio and was requesting another tester when the jarhead that groped me said to the agent "Just let them go, do you really think they are terrorist?" and my wife overheard him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in, apologized to me and we talked about duty stations as i was getting dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a big deal to me, hell, i could really care less. The problem is that there are people like my wife who would freak out if that happened to them. I really think there is a better way to screen passengers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-8339799187486461250?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/8339799187486461250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=8339799187486461250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/8339799187486461250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/8339799187486461250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/wife-and-i-flew-to-nashville-tn-two.html' title='A public groping'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6412552131592296182</id><published>2010-11-10T11:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:12:52.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Education</title><content type='html'>A man is stopped by the police at midnight and asked where he’s going.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m on the way to listen to a lecture about the effects of alcohol and drug abuse on the human body.”&lt;br /&gt;The policeman asks, “Really?&lt;br /&gt;And who’s going to give a lecture at this time of night?”&lt;br /&gt;“My wife”, comes the reply&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6412552131592296182?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6412552131592296182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6412552131592296182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6412552131592296182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6412552131592296182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/education.html' title='Education'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-1752737213484413247</id><published>2010-11-08T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:28:13.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another article by Eddie Sessions</title><content type='html'>A short article from the Wall Street Journal that needs to be read by every level headed American!!!&lt;br /&gt;Article from the Wall Street Journal – by Eddie Sessions:&lt;br /&gt;“I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he’s led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House.&lt;br /&gt;In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? “Dreams of My Father” was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The “Audacity of Hope” followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a “communist with a small ‘c’” was the real author.&lt;br /&gt;His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley’s formidable political machine at his disposal.&lt;br /&gt;He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before?&lt;br /&gt;He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed “cool” in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance.&lt;br /&gt;And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska . It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984’s Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat.&lt;br /&gt;The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Now, nearly a full 2 years into his first term, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters.&lt;br /&gt;Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to “wish away” some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain .&lt;br /&gt;The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign “world tour” were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party’s hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an “obstreperous” Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against “jumping to conclusions” about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted “Allahu Akbar.” The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber “an isolated extremist” only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot.&lt;br /&gt;He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America . He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame.&lt;br /&gt;The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual’s life.&lt;br /&gt;When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man has spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh at the ventriloquist’s dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States of America ?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-1752737213484413247?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/1752737213484413247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=1752737213484413247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/1752737213484413247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/1752737213484413247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-article-by-eddie-sessions.html' title='Another article by Eddie Sessions'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-1210792168946083607</id><published>2010-11-01T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:59:25.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a few one liners</title><content type='html'>A bloke walks into a Glasgow library and says to the prime librarian,&lt;br /&gt;‘Excuse me Miss, dey ye hiv ony books on suicide?’&lt;br /&gt;She stops doing her tasks, looks at him over the top of her glasses and says,&lt;br /&gt;‘Buzz off, ye’ll no bring it back!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man took his dog to the cinema. At the end of the film the dog applauded.“That’s amazing,” said the usherette.“Yes, it is,” said the man. “He didn’t think much of the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-1210792168946083607?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/1210792168946083607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=1210792168946083607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/1210792168946083607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/1210792168946083607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/few-one-liners.html' title='a few one liners'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-810256682155640855</id><published>2010-11-01T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:52:06.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow EMS response</title><content type='html'>I saw a Muslim fall off the 21st Street bridge into the Arkansas River at 8:00 this morning. Being a responsible citizen, I immediately informed emergency services.&lt;br /&gt;It’s now 6:00 PM and they still haven’t responded!&lt;br /&gt;I’m beginning to think that I wasted a stamp !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-810256682155640855?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/810256682155640855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=810256682155640855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/810256682155640855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/810256682155640855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/11/slow-ems-response.html' title='Slow EMS response'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6961297474322971699</id><published>2010-10-27T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:25:18.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How old is the earth</title><content type='html'>My counterpart in our sister company is a geologist. The other day, we had a discussion about God, he isn't a believer, and how old the earth is. As a geologist, he believes that they have effectively used &lt;a href="http://www.tulane.edu/~sanelson/eens211/radiometric_dating.htm"&gt;radiometric dating&lt;/a&gt; to date the age of the earth at about 4.54 billion years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in creation, 4.54 billion years old doesn't hold with the story in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+1&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Genesis&lt;/a&gt;. When two theories are presented, at least one has to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, which one is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who believes in creation, i tend to lean more toward the biblical explanation than the scientific explanation. Now go back and re-read Genesis 1:1. The answer may lie in the time frame between the first and second sentence of Genesis. Nowhere does it mention time. You see, time as we know it, it determined by the rotation of the earth and its orbit around the sun. This is how we define time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read Genesis, you notice that the sun wasn't created until day four. One may argue that time didn't exist before day four. Those first 3 days of creation could be hundreds, thousands, millions, or billions of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know from reading in Job and Isaiah, Psalms, Luke and Ezekiel that angles existed. I am tending to believe that the angels ruled the world and the war in heaven between God and the angels took place between the first and second sentence of Genesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth" (Genesis 1:1, emphasis added throughout). "Heavens" refers to the galaxies, planets and stars, including our sun. We aren't given a date when this occurred. This verse does not restrict the time frame to either 6,000 or billions of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 then says, "The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep." As with most of the Old Testament, this verse was originally written in Hebrew. And the Hebrew word translated "was" here can have the sense of became. The same word is used in Genesis 3:20, where we read that Eve "became the mother of all the living" (New American Bible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next let's consider the phrase "without form." The Hebrew word for this phrase is tohu, which means formless, confusion, empty, wasteland, a place of chaos. The word "void" is the Hebrew word bohu, which means emptiness, void, waste or ruin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Arthur Custance, in his book Without Form and Void: A Study of the Meaning of Genesis 1:2, states, "I am persuaded that there is, on the basis of the evidence, far more reason to translate Genesis 1:2 as 'But the earth had become a ruin and a desolation, etc.' than there is for any of the conventional translations in our modern versions" (p. 7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Genesis 1:2 can either mean that the earth was or that it became "without form, and void," what do additional scriptures indicate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 45:18 says of the earth that God "did not create it in vain [tohu]," but instead "formed it to be inhabited." The Hebrew word for "vain" is the same word used in Genesis 1:2. If God did not create the earth (originally) as a formless wasteland, then something happened that caused it to become that way, sometime after God created it. We'll address what likely caused this state of confusion in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 1:2 continues, "And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters." Psalm 104 also describes some of God's creative works. Verse 30 says, "You send forth Your Spirit, they are created; and You renew the face of the earth." The word translated "renew" means to rebuild, renew or repair. This harmonizes with the understanding that the first two verses of Genesis show an initial creation of the heavens and the earth that was not in vain (tohu), followed by a catastrophic event that left the earth in ruins, followed by God renewing the earth by His Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3, then, actually begins the record of God's creative work of renewing the earth and preparing it for His new creative masterpiece—human beings!&lt;br /&gt;Now, how long before this destruction and renewal was the earth itself created? A day before? A year before? A million years or more before? The account simply does not say when the earth itself was created. What it says is that during the six-day period described in the verses that follow, God brought the planet into an orderly arrangement that would support life as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels and the biblical record&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creation of angels and the record of their activity best harmonizes with a creation that existed prior to the seven days of re-creation or renewing the earth for human beings.&lt;br /&gt;In Job 38:4-7 God asks Job, "Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth...when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terms "morning stars" and "sons of God" both refer to angels. They all shouted for joy when God first created the earth. All the angels—including Lucifer, who later became Satan—were in agreement with God and were ecstatic about what He had just made. When the earth was first created, Lucifer was not yet corrupted with iniquity. It certainly seems that considerable time must have passed between the creation of the earth, when Lucifer was in agreement with God, and his later appearance as the evil deceiver to Adam and Eve in Genesis 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find more details in Isaiah 14:12, where God says: "How you are fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground." Jesus Christ, who lived in glory with the Father from eternity past before becoming human, said that He saw Lucifer fall from heaven (Luke 10:18).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 14:13-14 explains some of Satan's motivation: "For you have said in your heart: 'I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will also sit on the mount of the congregation on the farthest sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, I will be like the Most High.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ezekiel 28:14-16 God sheds more light on the story: "You were the anointed cherub who covers; I established you; you were on the holy mountain of God; you walked back and forth in the midst of fiery stones. You were perfect in your ways from the day you were created, till iniquity was found in you. By the abundance of your trading you became filled with violence within, and you sinned; therefore I cast you as a profane thing out of the mountain of God."&lt;br /&gt;Something caused the beautiful earth—which all the angels were thrilled to see—to become a wasteland, choked with debris and incapable of supporting life. It seems likely that the rebellion of Lucifer led to this devastation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice also Jude 6: "And the angels who did not keep their proper domain, but left their own abode, He has reserved in everlasting chains under darkness for the judgment of the great day." These angels abandoned the domain God gave them, the earth, either by leaving it (perhaps in the attempt to take over God's throne) or abandoning their responsibility to properly maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary of the scenario&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we don't know how long ago God originally created the heavens and the earth, but the biblical account reveals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• God first created the angels at an unspecified time in the past.&lt;br /&gt;• He then created the earth and material universe—including the sun and other stars. At this time all the angels were still righteous and rejoiced.&lt;br /&gt;• The angels were given a domain, which included the earth.&lt;br /&gt;• The angels may then have spent hundreds, thousands, millions or billions of years active in this domain, which likely included plant and animal life on the earth. There is nothing in the Bible to prohibit the existence of life-forms such as the dinosaurs in this pre-Adamic world.&lt;br /&gt;• Lucifer eventually deviated from God's righteous way. He ultimately convinced one third of the angels to follow him in rebelling against God (Revelation 12:4).&lt;br /&gt;• These angels became dissatisfied with their domain. Satan plotted to ascend into heaven and dethrone God.&lt;br /&gt;• God cast Satan and the sinful angels down to the earth to await judgment. We find Satan already here to turn Adam and Eve against God soon after they were created.&lt;br /&gt;• The result of Satan's rebellion likely resulted in the devastation (whether suddenly or over a long period of time) of the beautiful earth God originally created.&lt;br /&gt;• God renewed the surface of the earth to support life and be suitable for His new creation—human beings! The Bible actually shows an existing creation—earth and universe—preceding the six-day account of Genesis 1:3-31. Based on this record of angelic activity before the preparation of the earth for humankind, we conclude that the earth is much older than 6,000 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6961297474322971699?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6961297474322971699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6961297474322971699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6961297474322971699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6961297474322971699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-old-is-earth.html' title='How old is the earth'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7583241124628227240</id><published>2010-10-25T08:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:29:59.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If he had only known</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/TMWGMvaTQNI/AAAAAAAAArs/t9GU1UtTQRE/s1600/teach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531975270737854674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/TMWGMvaTQNI/AAAAAAAAArs/t9GU1UtTQRE/s320/teach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7583241124628227240?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7583241124628227240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7583241124628227240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7583241124628227240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7583241124628227240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-he-had-only-known.html' title='If he had only known'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/TMWGMvaTQNI/AAAAAAAAArs/t9GU1UtTQRE/s72-c/teach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2971443784679043004</id><published>2010-10-25T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:26:16.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obama accomplishments</title><content type='html'>1. He has destroyed the Clinton Political Machine – Driving a stake thru the Heart of Hillary’s Presidential aspirations–something no Republican was ever able to do. Remember when a Hillary Presidency scared the daylights out of you!&lt;br /&gt;2. He killed off the Kennedy Dynasty – No more Kennedys trolling Washington looking for booze and women wanting rides home. American women and freedom are safer tonight!&lt;br /&gt;3. He is destroying the Democratic Party before our eyes!Dennis Moore had never lost a race – quitEvan Bayh had never lost a race – quitByron Dorgan – had never lost a race – quitHarry Reid – bid for re-election doesn’t look good .Powerful House leader 40 year veteran David Obey ( Wis ) refuses to run again and loseAl Gore lost his voice, his wife and now has TWO mansions to “live green” in.California ’s Barbara Boxer has gone silent….Carly Fiorina will beat her in Nov.&lt;br /&gt;These are just a handful of the Democrats whose political careers Obama has destroyed! By the end of 2010 dozens more!&lt;br /&gt;In December of 2008 the Democrats were on the rise. In the last two election cycles they had picked up 14 senate seats and 52 house seats.The press was touting the death of the Conservative Movement and the Republican Party.&lt;br /&gt;In one year Obama put a stop to all of this and will probably give the house, if not the senate back to the Republicans.Obama was named Gun Salesman of the Decade. He also has helped the ammunition industry so much that the factories are operating 24-7 trying to keep up with the demand.&lt;br /&gt;He has completely exposed liberals and progressives for what they are.&lt;br /&gt;Every generation seems to need to relearn the lesson on why they should never actually put liberals in charge.&lt;br /&gt;He is bringing home the lesson very well!Liberals tax, borrow and spendLiberals won’t bring themselves to protect AmericaLiberals want to take over the economyLiberals think they know what is best for everyoneLiberals aren’t happy till they are running YOUR life&lt;br /&gt;He has brought more Americans back to conservatism than anyone since Reagan.In one year he rejuvenated the Conservative Movement and brought out to the streets millions of Freedom Loving Americans.&lt;br /&gt;Name me one other time in your life that you saw your friends and neighbors this interested in taking back America!&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty one year ago I was more afraid than I had ever been in my life. Not of the economy, but of the direction our country was going. I thought Americans had forgotten what this country was all about. My neighbors, friends, strangers proved to me that my lack of confidence of the greatness and wisdom of the American people was flat out wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When the American People wake up, no smooth talking teleprompter reader can fool them!&lt;br /&gt;Obama woke up these Great Americans!Again, I say, Thank you, Mr. Obama!&lt;br /&gt;So, Let’s Recap “2009″………what a year! WOW!!!1. The American people inaugurate a president with a total of 142 days experience as a US Senator from the most politically corrupt state (city) in America whose governors have been ousted from office. The President’s first official act is to order the close of Gitmo and make sure terrorist’s civil rights are not violated. ( Honest mistake?)&lt;br /&gt;2. The U.S. Congress rushes to confirm a black Attorney General, Eric Holder, whose law firm we later find out represents seventeen Gitmo Terrorists. ( An honest mistake?)&lt;br /&gt;3. The CIA Boss appointee, Leon Panetta, has absolutely no experience.&lt;br /&gt;4. We got the second most corrupt American woman (Pelosi is #1) as Secretary of State; bought and paid for.&lt;br /&gt;5. We got a Tax Cheat for Treasury Secretary who did not properly file his own taxes for 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;6. A Commerce Secretary nominee who withdrew due to corruption charges.&lt;br /&gt;7. A Tax cheat nominee for Chief Performance Officer who withdrew under charges.&lt;br /&gt;8. A Labor Secretary nominee who withdrew under charges of unethical conduct.&lt;br /&gt;9. A Secretary HHS nominee (Daschle) who withdrew under charges of cheating on his taxes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Multiple appointments of former lobbyists after an absolute campaign statement that no lobbyists would be appointed.&lt;br /&gt;All this occurred just during the first three weeks. . . But who’s counting?&lt;br /&gt;America is being run by the modern-day Three Stooges; Barry, Nancy and Harry and they are still trying to define stimulus…”it’s spending!!!”&lt;br /&gt;The congress passes the $800,000,000,000 (that’s $800 billion) pork-loaded spending bill where the government gives you a smidgen of your tax dollars ($13 per week), making you feel so good about yourself [stimulated], that you want to run out to Wal-Mart and buy a new Chinese-made HDTV! Only with the Liberals…&lt;br /&gt;Pray for our country.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the good news though – Obama took Air Force One to Denver to sign the stimulus package, wasting as much as 10,000 gallons of fuel OR 24 JOBS FOR ONE YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you just love hypocrites?Obama went to the International Olympic Committee to have them choose Chicago for a host city, he failed.Obama went to Copenhagen to lecture them on global warming, he failed.Obama went to New Jersey to promote the Democratic candidate for governor, he failed.Obama went to Virginia to promote the Democratic candidate for governor, he failed.Obama went to Massachusetts to promote the Democratic candidate for senator, he failed.Obama went to Louisiana 45 days late to calm the folks down, he failed.&lt;br /&gt;B.O. went on bended knee to the Arabs to win their love &amp;amp; affection, and failed.&lt;br /&gt;He spent nearly a trillion dollars to “stimulate job growth” and this month we get 41,000, another failure.&lt;br /&gt;He has signed the death of NASA and blunted spaced exploration while being the “education president”, a failure.&lt;br /&gt;He calls himself a Christian but has yet to select or attend a Wash D.C. church, failed again.&lt;br /&gt;Obama ran in 2008 to end partisan politics, oops, failed yet again.&lt;br /&gt;He promised to be the most “transparent” President and recent events within the White House have shown MORE FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;Obama is the 1st president in history who did not attend any Christmas religious observance.&lt;br /&gt;He is the first President in modern times to ignore the laying of the wreath ceremony at Arlington National Cemetery , preferring to vacation in Chicago and play basketball as the Gulf Coast is drenched in oil….FAIL, FAIL, FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, he is the 1st president to remain on vacation after a terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;In these times I’ll keep my God, my freedom, my gun and my money.Anyone that supports this insanity can keep “THE CHANGE”.&lt;br /&gt;Just Facts………………………….those on the Left will say this is no big deal!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2971443784679043004?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2971443784679043004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2971443784679043004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2971443784679043004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2971443784679043004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/10/obama-accomplishments.html' title='obama accomplishments'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4144927024291616387</id><published>2010-10-05T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:58:49.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my father's son</title><content type='html'>The past few days i have been thinking about my childhood, in particular, the time spent with my dad and how he influenced me. I am the oldest child and i think dad wanted me to follow in his footsteps. He wanted me to be like him. In many ways i am like him and in many other ways we are polar opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad taught me the basics that all fathers teach their sons. He taught me how to ride a horse and how to be a good rodeo cowboy. He taught me how to weld, to hunt, basic gunsmithing, mechanics, how to shoe a horse, how to doctor a horse, how to work cattle, how to be a man, but most importantly, he taught me pride and honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many of the lessons came later in life, he did teach them to me. He taught me well, and when i didn't listen, he used words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home at 18. I was too smart to be living with a couple of antiquated people and joined the Navy. From the Navy i went to work in the oil patch and i have never looked back nor moved back home. As an adult, we have always had a long distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw dad a couple times a year but we always met on the first weeked of October for hunting season. This has been a family gathering since 1994. A lot of issues were cussed and discussed in the camp over the years and a lot of life's lessons were learned there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i grew older, i started appreciating the time we spent together. Dad was my Best Man when i married my late wife and he was there when i laid her in her final resting place. Although many miles always seperated us, he was there when i needed him the most. I could always count on him to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only seen my dad cry once in my life. It was at my grandmother's funeral. That was the first and last time. I guess maybe that is why it is so hard for me to shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best to make him proud of me. I came back to the Church and became well versed in my faith. I joined the Knights of Columbus and moved up to District Deputy, the highest position he held. I say i did it for myself but deep down, i did it for him as well. It has been a journey worth taking and the change was for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advice he ever gave me came a few days after my late wife's funeral. He said "Son, don't worry about what other people think, you never have before. Live your faith, trust in God, be true to yourself, and follow your heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following his advice, i picked myself up and moved on. It wasn't easy sometimes but i had to do it. I met the most perfect woman i could ever hope to meet and followed my heart. I proposed to her and took her home to meet the parents. They got along so well. Dad knew i had a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got married but dad couldn't be there because of his illness. He wanted to but just couldn't. As i moved forward in my new life, i talked to dad often. Saught his advice and told him he was full of shit from time to time. Just typical father/son stuff. We talked regulary after the wife and I bought our dream home in the country. Ever time dad called it seemed i was burning a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad called me Sunday night and we talked for about 30-45 minutes or so. We talked about everything we had to do to prepare for our annual camping trip. He was getting excited and was ready to go. We talked about him stopping his medical treatments because he was tired of fighting it. We agreed to talk about it at the camp. About 2230 i told him i had to go to bed. Unlike him, I had to get up and go to work the next day. We said our goodbyes and I went on and went to bed planning all i had to get done before leaving for Louisiana. Sweet dreams lay ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 0630 Monday morning i am driving to work and mom calls me and tells me that dad passed away about an hour ago. I pulled over on the side of the road and let it sink in. I always knew this call was coming, just not this week. I turned around and went home and told the wife. After that, i loaded up and went to work. There was no need for me to rush to Louisiana. Dad has been fighting this disease and we knew he was on borrowed time. All arrangements had been made and his body was donated to the HHT foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a long drive home thinking of dad for most of it i'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4144927024291616387?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4144927024291616387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4144927024291616387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4144927024291616387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4144927024291616387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-my-fathers-son.html' title='I am my father&apos;s son'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7967729187916643702</id><published>2010-09-23T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:01:46.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evils of masturbation</title><content type='html'>The other day, a few of my Brother Knights and I were enjoying a refreshing beverage and discussing common sins that we think people don't think are sins. Obviously masturbation came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular sin is one that always sparks a good discussion. You have those that believe that masturbation is a natural act and they have to shave their palms regularly and those who believe it is truly a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were discussing the merits of both sides of the topic, our Priest walks in and joins the discussion. Our Priest loves our discussions and actually enjoys being a part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father explains to us that masturbation is one of the causes of marital decline. He explains that when a person masturbates, they are usually visualizing someone other than their spouse. As they pleasure themselves thinking of someone else, this actually creates a rift in the relationship with their married spouse. Over time this rift can become quite large and the man feels that the wife doesn't meet his needs and that leads to infidelity. He also stated that pornography has the same affect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since statistics show that 50% of all marriages fail within 5 years, it is hard to argue with Father's logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being the smart ass that i am asked him, "Father, if God didn't want me to play with it, why didn't he put it on my back between my shoulder blades?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father looks at me and smiles and said "Ray, knowing you like i do, you would find a way to abuse it if it was on your back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say, the man knows me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7967729187916643702?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7967729187916643702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7967729187916643702' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7967729187916643702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7967729187916643702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/09/evils-of-masturbation.html' title='Evils of masturbation'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-196304743547082460</id><published>2010-09-23T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:48:07.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while because i have been busy as hell. September 1 we closed on our new house. We found "Our Dream Home". It has 2,150 square feet, two car over sized garage that fits my Dually, a 20' x 40' carport, a 16' x 16' carport, a 30' x 18' carport, a 30' x 40' shop, two acres and a stocked pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 3 miles from the city limits so we are in the country but to far out. I can ride my 4-wheeler or whatever now and not get harassed. The landowners actually own the road. The law can't do shit about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night i took the rhino to go check the mail. A couple of neighbors were drinking cold beer in the garage and flagged me down. A couple hours later i tried to find my drunk way home and forgot i had lights on the rhino. Life is good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pond is about 60' diameter and was dug to a depth of 14'. we estimate that it is about 9' deep now. The water was crystal clear and you could see the bottom. It had an overgrowth of algae growing beneath the surface which really interferes with my fishing so i decided it was time for the algae to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go down to the coop and they have this copper sulfate to kill the algae. I read the directions and estimated the water volume of the pond. I guess i put too much of the chemicals in the pond because now the water is no longer clear and it smells awful. Freakin algae is ruining my pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i figure since i am a man of exceptional talent for coming up with presidential fixes, i decided to invent a tool to remove the algae. I call it Ray's algae grappler. I built it out of square tubing and it is 24" x 30" and i welded 3" long rebar to it. It looks like a small spring harrow that i tied a rope to and can throw out into the pond. When i pull it in, it rakes up a butt load of algae. Excellent tool but it requires a lot of labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i get the place cleaned up i will post some pics. I have already hauled off three 16' trailer loads of scrap metal and burned tons of trash. Now i have to trim some trees because the previous owner didn't maintain them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-196304743547082460?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/196304743547082460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=196304743547082460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/196304743547082460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/196304743547082460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2462799763796831495</id><published>2010-08-31T07:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T07:11:35.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>If it is true that the mosque near Ground Zero is to promote tolerance;&lt;br /&gt;It was suggested that a gay nightclub be opened next door to the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;Two names suggested are; “The Turban Cowboy”, and “You Mecca Me Hot”.&lt;br /&gt; On the other side they should open a butcher shop that specializes in pork!&lt;br /&gt;And across the street a store that sells and displays bikinis or ladies lingerie on manikins…or live models.&lt;br /&gt;In the alley, they should put Obama’s 2012 campaign headquarters!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then we’ll see if tolerance works both ways!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2462799763796831495?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2462799763796831495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2462799763796831495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2462799763796831495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2462799763796831495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/08/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4295877183482266274</id><published>2010-08-16T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T14:53:01.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper stickers seen on Military bases</title><content type='html'>“Except For Ending Slavery, Fascism, Nazism andCommunism, WAR has Never Solved Anything.”&lt;br /&gt;” U.S. Marines – Certified Counselors to the 72 VirginsDating Club.”&lt;br /&gt;” U.S. Air Force – Travel Agents To Allah”&lt;br /&gt;“Stop Global Whining”&lt;br /&gt;“When In Doubt, Empty The Magazine”&lt;br /&gt;Naval Corollary: Dead Men Don’t Testify.&lt;br /&gt;“The Marine Corps – When It Absolutely, Positively HasTo Be Destroyed Overnight”&lt;br /&gt;“Death Smiles At Everyone – Marines Smile Back”&lt;br /&gt;“Marine Sniper – You can run, but you’ll just die tired!”&lt;br /&gt;“Marines – Providing Enemies of America an Opportunity ToDie For their Country Since 1775″&lt;br /&gt;“Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Anyone Who Threatens It”&lt;br /&gt;“Happiness Is A Belt-Fed Weapon”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s God’s Job to Forgive Bin Laden – It’s Our Job To ArrangeThe Meeting”&lt;br /&gt;“Artillery Brings Dignity to What Would Otherwise Be Just AVulgar Brawl”&lt;br /&gt;“One Shot, Twelve Kills – U.S. Naval Gun Fire Support”&lt;br /&gt;“My Kid Fought In Iraq So Your Kid Can Party In College”&lt;br /&gt;“Machine Gunners – Accuracy By Volume”&lt;br /&gt;“A Dead Enemy Is A Peaceful Enemy – Blessed Be The Peacemakers”&lt;br /&gt;“If You Can Read This, Thank A Teacher..  If You Can Read It InEnglish, Thank A Veteran”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4295877183482266274?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4295877183482266274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4295877183482266274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4295877183482266274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4295877183482266274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/08/bumper-stickers-seen-on-military-bases.html' title='Bumper stickers seen on Military bases'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7907987538431276040</id><published>2010-08-12T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:59:23.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever Truisms</title><content type='html'>1. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt; 3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt; 4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt; 5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt; 6. Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt; 7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt; 8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt; 9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt; 10. Bad decisions make good stories.&lt;br /&gt; 11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt; 12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.&lt;br /&gt; 13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt; 14. “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this – ever.&lt;br /&gt; 15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away??&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;17. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.  19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.?&lt;br /&gt; 20. I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option&lt;br /&gt; 21. Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.  22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.?&lt;br /&gt; 23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.?&lt;br /&gt; 24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.?&lt;br /&gt; 25. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said??&lt;br /&gt; 26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!?&lt;br /&gt; 27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt; 28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber &amp;amp; dumber every year?&lt;br /&gt; 29. There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.?&lt;br /&gt; 30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt; 31. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt; 32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Don key – but I’d bet my all everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7907987538431276040?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7907987538431276040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7907987538431276040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7907987538431276040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7907987538431276040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/08/clever-truisms.html' title='Clever Truisms'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-711700075477693711</id><published>2010-08-11T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:32:42.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do sharks swim in circles before attacking?</title><content type='html'>Two great white sharks, swimming in the ocean, spied survivors of a sunkenship.&lt;br /&gt;“Follow me, son.” the father shark said to the son sharkand they swam to the mass of people.&lt;br /&gt;“First we swim around them a few times with just the tipof our fins showing.”&lt;br /&gt;And they did.&lt;br /&gt;“Well done, son! Now we swim around them a few more times with all of ourfins showing.”&lt;br /&gt;And they did.&lt;br /&gt;“Now we eat everybody.” And they did.&lt;br /&gt;When they were both gorged, the son asked, “Dad,why didn’t we just eat them all at first?&lt;br /&gt;Why did we swim around and around them?&lt;br /&gt;His wise father replied,&lt;br /&gt;“Because they taste better without the shit inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-711700075477693711?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/711700075477693711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=711700075477693711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/711700075477693711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/711700075477693711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-do-sharks-swim-in-circles-before.html' title='Why do sharks swim in circles before attacking?'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-675981660152919655</id><published>2010-08-09T14:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:03:44.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How congress got to where it is</title><content type='html'>Start with a cage containing five monkeys. Inside the cage, hang a banana on a string and place a set of stairs under it. Before long, a monkey will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the banana. As soon as he touches the stairs, spray all the other monkeys with cold water. After a while another monkey makes the attempt with same result, all the other monkeys are sprayed with cold water. Pretty soon when another Monkey tries to climb the stairs, the other monkeys will try to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, put the cold water away. Remove one monkey from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana and wants to climb the Stairs. To his shock, all of the other monkeys attack him. After another attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs he will be assaulted.&lt;br /&gt;Next, remove another of the original five monkeys and replace it with a new one.&lt;br /&gt;The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, replace a third original monkey with a new one, then a fourth, then the fifth. Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs he is attacked.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the monkeys that are beating him up have no idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs or why they are participating in the beating of the newest monkey. After replacing all of the original monkeys, none of the remaining monkeys have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nevertheless, no monkey ever again approaches the stairs to try for the banana.&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Because as far as they know, that is the way it has always been done around here.&lt;br /&gt;And that, my fellow monkeys, is how Congress operates . . . . so, we need to replace all the original monkeys this November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-675981660152919655?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/675981660152919655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=675981660152919655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/675981660152919655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/675981660152919655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-congress-got-to-where-it-is.html' title='How congress got to where it is'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7425022109479360988</id><published>2010-08-03T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:04:30.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissing off the layity</title><content type='html'>Last night after a meeting we were enjoying a light snack. My Priest and a few other Brother Knights and I had gathered around the table and were just chatting. The conversation turned to the war. Everyone had their opinions and I, being the conservative type, just kept to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually someone asked my opinion and that is when the conversation turned interesting. I explained that the mess we have over there is what happens when politicians run a war instead of the Generals and Admirals. War is the worst case scenario. When one is committed to a war, that country must do EVERYTHING in its power to win. I understand that innocent people will die, that is the nature of war. Our job is to terminate everyone that is the enemy or harboring the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The looks i got were of shock. I was asked if i condone the killing of innocent women and children. I said i don't think we need to go out and hunt women and children but they will die in a war. It is a fact that must be accepted. If it requires to take out a family to terminate a high level target, shit happens. Take them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object is to win. Not win hearts and minds of the people who live in the country we are bombing. They are going to hate us anyway.  It may be tragic but it is a fact of war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7425022109479360988?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7425022109479360988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7425022109479360988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7425022109479360988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7425022109479360988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/08/pissing-off-layity.html' title='Pissing off the layity'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-3999275395886468707</id><published>2010-08-03T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:55:55.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosque at ground zero</title><content type='html'>Well, it is all over the news, again. The muslims want to build a 13 story building near or at ground zero to showcase the muslim faith. Well that really puts a knot in my knickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The religion of peaces wants to build a building where followers of the religion of peaces killed innocent Americans. Hum,,,,, doesn't sound like a good idea to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure they have some goal of educating us as to the religion of peace and how it was extremist who did it blah blah blah. I don't really give a shit. Those people should be kicked out of New York. I don't feel like being tolerant of their religion. Those peaceful people have been at war for over 2,000 years in the middle east and then they brought it to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time that we stand up and tell them to take their peaceful asses down the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-3999275395886468707?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/3999275395886468707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=3999275395886468707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3999275395886468707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3999275395886468707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/08/mosque-at-ground-zero.html' title='Mosque at ground zero'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-9024853465860263727</id><published>2010-07-19T12:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:20:21.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best posture for prayer</title><content type='html'>A priest, a minister  and a guru sat discussing the best positions for prayer, while a  telephone repairman worked nearby.?“Kneeling is definitely the best way  to pray,” the priest said.?&lt;br /&gt;“No,” said the minister. “I get the  best results standing with my hands outstretched to  Heaven.”?&lt;br /&gt;“You’re both wrong,” the guru said.  ”The most effective prayer position is lying down on the  floor.”?&lt;br /&gt;The repairman could contain himself no  longer. “Hey, fellas,” he interrupted. “The best prayin’ I ever  did was when I was hangin’ upside down from a telephone  pole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-9024853465860263727?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/9024853465860263727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=9024853465860263727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/9024853465860263727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/9024853465860263727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-posture-for-prayer.html' title='The best posture for prayer'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-1463042383036961586</id><published>2010-07-19T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:19:07.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The $1 and the $20</title><content type='html'>A well-worn one-dollar bill and a  similarly distressed twenty-dollar bill arrived at a Federal  Reserve Bank to be retired. As they moved along the conveyor  belt to be burned, they struck up a conversation.  The  twenty-dollar bill reminisced about its travels all over the  country.?&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve had a pretty good life,” the  twenty proclaimed. “Why I’ve been to Las Vegasand Atlantic City , the finest restaurants in New York, performances on Broadway,  and even a cruise to the Caribbean. “?&lt;br /&gt;“Wow!” said the one-dollar bill.  ”You’ve really had an exciting life!”?&lt;br /&gt;“So tell me,” says the  twenty, “where have you been throughout your lifetime?” ?&lt;br /&gt;The one dollar  bill replies, “Oh, I’ve been to the MethodistChurch, the  BaptistChurch , the LutheranChurch.”?&lt;br /&gt;The twenty-dollar bill  interrupts, “What’s a church?”?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-1463042383036961586?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/1463042383036961586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=1463042383036961586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/1463042383036961586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/1463042383036961586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-and-20.html' title='The $1 and the $20'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-8227913572051989675</id><published>2010-07-07T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T09:01:08.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minding my own business</title><content type='html'>So there i was minding my own business as usual when the wife decided it was time to start looking for "our place". Yippee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started going through everything that had real estate listings. We drove around neighborhoods we liked, we actually went and knocked on doors that had for sale signs in the yard. Suprisingly, no one ever complained about it, they all welcomed us in to look at it or talk to us about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about looking at houses, you get to see some shit. I am surprised at how some people live. Some clean and others not so clean. It was an eye opening experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing in my favor was that "our house" was going to be very difficult to find. It is a good thing because i was hoping to put this process off till next year. Our house had to have the following; 2 living areas, modern kitchen, separate pantry, separate laundry room, sequestered master with modern bathroom, hers and hers closets, dual sinks, garden tub and stand alone shower, 2100 square feet or larger, central air and heat, shop or large lot to build shop, and a fence to keep the dogs in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at every property that came close to our description. We found one house that we really liked. The house was awesome on one third acre so it had room from my shop. One third of the house was the Master suite. The shower alone was 5'X10' with double doors and double shower heads. I would live in the bathroom. It had TV, stereo, telephone, everything you needed in a bathroom. The couple was getting a divorce so they wanted to sell badly. The issue was the easement to the back of the property. The county couldn't tell us who owned it. If i built a shop, i need that back easement to access it due to the configuration of the lot. When we finally got an answer, the couple decided to reconcile so they took the house off the market. Time to start all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent all last weekend looking and driving our realtor crazy. I picked this house about 4 miles from city limits out in the country, you know where the pavement ends and dirt roads begin. After my wife went in the house and looked around, she turned to me and said "get it". After quite the negotiation, the realtor should be having the contract signed by the seller this morning. We should have "our house". Even my realtor asked me if i was Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is awesome. 2150 square feet, sequestered master, in-law plan for bedroom #2 and all three bedrooms have their own bathroom. The house meets the wife expectations so I'm happy about that. My portion is the lot. It is awesome. 2 acres, 30'x40' shop with 30'x18' carport attached to it, two additional carports for RV and tractor, two car garage, all fenced in and a stocked pond with fishing dock to boot. Separate electric meters for shop and house, water well, and trees galore. Trees are a very valuable commodity here in West Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will get closed end of August and be moving in September. Seller's request to postpone closing for a cheaper price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-8227913572051989675?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/8227913572051989675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=8227913572051989675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/8227913572051989675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/8227913572051989675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/07/minding-my-own-business.html' title='Minding my own business'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4610952997389943013</id><published>2010-07-01T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:42:16.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Laws</title><content type='html'>1. Law of Mechanical Repair – After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch and you’ll have to pee.&lt;br /&gt;2. Law of Gravity – Any tool, nut, bolt, screw, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.&lt;br /&gt;3. Law of Probability -The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act&lt;br /&gt;4. Law of Random Numbers – If you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal and someone always answers.&lt;br /&gt;5. Law of the Alibi – If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;6. Variation Law – If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will always move faster than the one you are in now (works every time).&lt;br /&gt;7. Law of the Bath – When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt;8. Law of Close Encounters -The probability of meeting someone you know increases dramatically when you are with someone you don’t want to be seen with.&lt;br /&gt;9. Law of the Result – When you try to prove to someone that a machine won’t work, it will.&lt;br /&gt;10. Law of bio mechanics – The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.&lt;br /&gt;11.. Law of the Theater and Hockey Arena – At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle, always arrive last. They are the ones who will leave their seats several times to go for food, beer, or the toilet and who leave early before the end of the performance or the game is over. The folks in the aisle seats come early, never move once, have long gangly legs or big bellies, and stay to the bitter end of the performance. The aisle people also are very surly folk.&lt;br /&gt;12. The Coffee Law – As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.&lt;br /&gt;13. Murphy’s Law of Lockers – If there are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent lockers.&lt;br /&gt;14. Law of Physical Surfaces – The chances of an open-faced jelly sandwich landing face down on a floor, are directly correlated to the newness and cost of the carpet or rug.&lt;br /&gt;15. Law of Logical Argument – Anything is possible if you don’t know what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;16. Brown’s Law of Physical Appearance – If the clothes fit, they’re ugly.&lt;br /&gt;17. Oliver’s Law of Public Speaking – A closed mouth gathers no feet.&lt;br /&gt;18. Wilson’s Law of Commercial Marketing Strategy – As soon as you find a product that you really like, they will stop making it.&lt;br /&gt;19. Doctors’ Law – If you don’t feel well, make an appointment to go to the doctor, by the time you get there you’ll feel better. But don’t make an appointment, and you’ll stay sick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4610952997389943013?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4610952997389943013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4610952997389943013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4610952997389943013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4610952997389943013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/07/universal-laws.html' title='Universal Laws'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2737159472661458087</id><published>2010-07-01T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:39:33.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Economics Class</title><content type='html'>My professor asked us in the seminar to give an example of a complete business failure owing to professional negligence. I thought about for a minute and answered: A Pregnant Hooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was instructed that although my answer was correct, that wasn't exactly what he was looking for. I said, OK, a drug dealer in rehab. Once again, not the answer he was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to win with this guy. Come to find out, he meant legal business. Humpf, he should have clarified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2737159472661458087?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2737159472661458087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2737159472661458087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2737159472661458087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2737159472661458087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/07/economics-class.html' title='Economics Class'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4377060970558984372</id><published>2010-06-30T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:24:18.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the       &lt;br /&gt;   Declaration of Independence?                                            &lt;br /&gt;   Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured     &lt;br /&gt;   before they died.                                                       &lt;br /&gt;   Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.  Two lost their sons       &lt;br /&gt;   serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.       &lt;br /&gt;   Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the          &lt;br /&gt;   Revolutionary War.                                                      &lt;br /&gt;   They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their     &lt;br /&gt;   sacred honor.                                                           &lt;br /&gt;   What kind of men were they?                                             &lt;br /&gt;   Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists.  Eleven were merchants, nine were &lt;br /&gt;   farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but   &lt;br /&gt;   they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the  &lt;br /&gt;   penalty would be death if they were captured.                           &lt;br /&gt;   Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his Ships &lt;br /&gt;   swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties&lt;br /&gt;   to pay his debts, and died in rags.                                     &lt;br /&gt;   Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move  &lt;br /&gt;   his family almost constantly.  He served in the Congress without pay,   &lt;br /&gt;   and his family was kept in hiding.  His possessions were taken from him,&lt;br /&gt;   and poverty was his reward.                                             &lt;br /&gt;   Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer,     &lt;br /&gt;   Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.                    &lt;br /&gt;   At the battle of Yorktown , Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British  &lt;br /&gt;   General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. &lt;br /&gt;   He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was   &lt;br /&gt;   destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.                                    &lt;br /&gt;   Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed.  The enemy jailed  &lt;br /&gt;   his wife, and she died within a few months.                             &lt;br /&gt;   John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying.  Their 13&lt;br /&gt;   children fled for their lives.  His fields and his gristmill were laid  &lt;br /&gt;   to waste.  For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning&lt;br /&gt;   home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.  Some of us take  &lt;br /&gt;   these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't.                  &lt;br /&gt;   So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and      &lt;br /&gt;   silently thank these patriots.  It's not much to ask for the price they &lt;br /&gt;   paid.                                                                       Remember: freedom is never free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4377060970558984372?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4377060970558984372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4377060970558984372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4377060970558984372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4377060970558984372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/06/4th-of-july.html' title='The 4th of July'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5561225461467203172</id><published>2010-06-03T13:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:10:27.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycott Church's Chicken</title><content type='html'>Church's chicken has made my shit list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a sign in their Odessa TX store saying that they do not want me to legally carry my concealed handgun. That is their right of course and it is my right to go eat elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure that since they don't like us God fearing CHL holders, we need to spread the word that Church's chicken doesn't want our business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5561225461467203172?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5561225461467203172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5561225461467203172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5561225461467203172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5561225461467203172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/06/boycott-churchs-chicken.html' title='Boycott Church&apos;s Chicken'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-814720194627816979</id><published>2010-06-01T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:36:52.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas does it right. CHL holders have express lane to visit Capital.</title><content type='html'>By &lt;a class="authorContact" href="http://www.statesman.com/news/texas-politics/start-of-airport-style-security-at-texas-capitol-702452.html?service=popup&amp;amp;authorContact=702452&amp;amp;authorContactField=0" target="_blank" jquery1275417050511="2"&gt;Mike Ward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without fanfare, the first step to airport-style security checkpoints was opened Friday at the four entrances to the Texas Capitol.&lt;br /&gt;The visitors and lobbyists must walk through metal detectors and have their purses and briefcases searched. In coming weeks, their belongings will have to go through X-ray machines yet to be installed.&lt;br /&gt;State employees can walk around the checkpoint if they show valid state identification, as can Texans who carry a pistol with a concealed handgun license.&lt;br /&gt;It's perhaps the only public building in the country where pistol-packing average Joes can walk through security undeterred.&lt;br /&gt;The express lane for gun owners is clearly marked: "CHL Holders."&lt;br /&gt;"It's quite intimidating. We've never had to go through this before," said Beth Lord, a retired personnel manager who was visiting the statehouse with her grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;"If they're going to have security like this, why are they letting some people to come in with guns? That doesn't make too much sense."&lt;br /&gt;Other visitors who came through the checkpoints seemed to agree.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Casey, a Katy engineer who was touring with his family, called the checkpoint policy "bizarre."&lt;br /&gt;"I would hope our officials feel safer in a building where only they are allowed to carry guns," he said. "If terrorists and criminals with guns can't get in, why does anyone need one in here?"&lt;br /&gt;Officials have justified their decision this way: Concealed handgun license holders are required to undergo training and pass a background check — steps that are expected to weed out potential nuts and terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;A number of lobbyists who come and go at the Capitol several times each day — and who have been grousing about the checkpoints for months — say they plan to get concealed handgun permits so they can go through the express lane and save time. They said they do not plan to carry a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;With visitor traffic light Friday, the checkpoints had no lines, and most people were smiling. Along with the checkpoints, more uniformed state troopers were noticeable in the Capitol and on its grounds.&lt;br /&gt;As part of the plan to upgrade Capitol security, officials had said they planned to increase the number of troopers, install dozens of additional surveillance cameras and implement new programs to thwart any terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mward@statesman.com; 445-1712&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-814720194627816979?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/814720194627816979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=814720194627816979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/814720194627816979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/814720194627816979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/06/texas-does-it-right-chl-holders-have.html' title='Texas does it right. CHL holders have express lane to visit Capital.'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5949834231529098777</id><published>2010-05-17T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:37:29.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple solution to Airline passenger searches</title><content type='html'>Here's a solution to all the controversy over full-body scanners at the airports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Provide a booth that each person can step into, that will not x-ray the person, but will detonate any explosive device the person may have on him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the bystanders within a few feet of the booth would hear a muffled explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a win-win for everyone, and there would be none of this junk about racial profiling and this method would eliminate a long and expensive trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice would be quick and swift.  Case Closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, thereafter, an announcement would come over the PA system,"Attention standby passengers:  We now have a seat available on flight number..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5949834231529098777?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5949834231529098777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5949834231529098777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5949834231529098777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5949834231529098777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/05/simple-solution-to-airline-passenger.html' title='Simple solution to Airline passenger searches'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2493825218820255828</id><published>2010-05-12T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:30:46.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holistic medicine</title><content type='html'>Ahkmed the Arab came to the United States from the Middle East and he was only here a few months when he became very ill. He went to doctor after doctor, but none of them could help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he went to an Arab doctor who said: 'Take dees bocket, go intode  odder room, poop in de bocket, pee on de poop, and den put your headdown  over de bocket and breathe in de fumes for ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ahkmed took the bucket, went into the other room, pooped in the bucket,peed on the poop, bent over and breathed in the fumes for ten minutes.Coming back to the doctor he said, 'It worked. I feel terrific! What waswrong with me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said.... You were homesick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2493825218820255828?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2493825218820255828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2493825218820255828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2493825218820255828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2493825218820255828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/05/holistic-medicine.html' title='Holistic medicine'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6459217374500657337</id><published>2010-05-12T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:31:46.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women goes to the doctor</title><content type='html'>A woman goes to the doctor and she is beaten black and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: What in the heck happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Every time my husband comes home for the bar, he beats me to a pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Well, i have a cure for that. Every time your husband comes home from the bar, take a glass of sweet tea and swish the sweet tea around in your mouth until your husband goes to bed. just swish and swish and don't swallow until your husband goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later the woman goes back to the doctor looking fresh and reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Doctor, that was a brilliant idea. Every time my husband came home from the bar i just took that sweet tea and swished and swished and he didn't touch me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: You see how much keeping your mouth shut helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6459217374500657337?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6459217374500657337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6459217374500657337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6459217374500657337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6459217374500657337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/05/women-goes-to-doctor.html' title='Women goes to the doctor'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-3892837744602317048</id><published>2010-05-12T10:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:19:04.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference between a slut and a real man</title><content type='html'>The wife ask me the other day why is it that if a girls has sex with many men she is a slut but if a man has sex with many women, he is a real man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her the answer was realy quite simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when a lock is opened by many different keys, it is a bad lock. When one key opens many different locks, it is a Master Key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viola!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-3892837744602317048?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/3892837744602317048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=3892837744602317048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3892837744602317048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3892837744602317048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/05/difference-between-slut-and-real-man.html' title='Difference between a slut and a real man'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4665332886910209014</id><published>2010-05-10T12:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:50:48.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Profiling</title><content type='html'>So everyone thinks that the new Arizona law will lead to racial profiling, hum.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if your trying to catch illegal immigrants from Mexico, who should you be looking for? Jews? Germans? Cajuns? oh, i know, Mexicans? Well Duh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit the cops will have to profile, you stupid idiots that's are who they are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your an American Citizen then you shouldn't mind or have a hard time proving it. What is the big deal? Here at my company, we have to use a system called E-Verify whenever we hire someone. It is the same thing. You have to be able to prove you are here legally. I don't understand what is the big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like it, tough shit, suck it up and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4665332886910209014?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4665332886910209014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4665332886910209014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4665332886910209014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4665332886910209014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/05/racial-profiling.html' title='Racial Profiling'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-9210256713707677702</id><published>2010-05-07T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:28:44.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupidity of others</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm going to get philosophical for a bit. Just to give you something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had to deal with someone who you thought was just stupid? How did you deal with them? Have you ever been driving along and someone do something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my profession, i deal with what i used to call stupid people everyday. Webster defines stupid as lacking normal intelligence. Now there is a difference between ignorant and stupid. Ignorance i can live with, stupid i can't. At least, that is how i used to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Priest has been talking about stupidity and what it means in our life. From his point of view, we should welcome stupidity. After talking to him a few times, i have come to realize that what he is saying makes perfect sense. i will try to convey this to you, if i fail, don't blame my Priest, it is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a question. Why did the Angels get mad at God and some of them leave Heaven? It was because how much God favored us. You see, we need redemption where Angels do not. Why is that you ask? Angels were created with all the intelligence that they needed. We were not. We, humans, are stupid. We have redemption because of our stupidity. I can even prove it. Remember when Jesus was hanging on the cross, He ask God to forgive them because they knew not what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember also that Jesus summed up the Ten Commandments by saying "Love your brother as you love yourself". He was telling us to love stupid people as well as anyone else. Doesn't the Golden Rule teach us to do as to others as we would have them do unto us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God gave us redemption because of our stupidity, Jesus asked God to forgive them because they were stupid and Jesus commanded us to love others as ourselves, then our salvation lies in our own stupidity. It is because of our stupidity that we have salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time someone pisses you off and you call them stupid, stop and think about what you are saying. We need that stupidity in others and ourselves to get into Heaven. It was given to us as a tool and we should learn to use it as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus ends today's lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-9210256713707677702?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/9210256713707677702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=9210256713707677702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/9210256713707677702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/9210256713707677702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupidity-of-others.html' title='The stupidity of others'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-786186855143329948</id><published>2010-05-06T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:03:25.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting the record straight</title><content type='html'>Even after the recent Super Bowl victory of the New Orleans Saints, I have noticed a large number of people implying, with bad jokes, that Cajuns aren't smart.  I would like to state for the record that I disagree with that assessment.  People that would build a city 10' below sea level in a hurricane zone and fill it with Democrats are damn geniuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-786186855143329948?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/786186855143329948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=786186855143329948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/786186855143329948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/786186855143329948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/05/setting-record-straight.html' title='Setting the record straight'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5936064086457780738</id><published>2010-04-21T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:14:24.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fairy tale</title><content type='html'>A beautiful fairy appeared one day to a destitute Mexican refugeeoutside an Arizona immigration office.&lt;br /&gt;“Good man,” the fairy said, “I’ve been sent here by President Obama andtold to grant you three wishes, since you just arrived in the UnitedStates with your wife and eight children.”&lt;br /&gt;The man told the fairy,  ”Well, where I come from we don’t have goodteeth, so I want new teeth, maybe a lot of gold in them.”&lt;br /&gt;The fairy looked at the man’s almost toothless grin and — PING ! — hehad a brand new shining set of gold teeth in his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;“What else?” asked the fairy, “Two more to go.”&lt;br /&gt;The refugee claimant now got bolder.  ”I need a big house with a threecar garage  on the water with twelve bedrooms for my familyand the rest of my relatives who still live in my country..  I want tobring them all over here” — and — PING ! — in the distance therecould be seen a beautiful mansion with a three car garage, a longdriveway, a walkout patio with a BBQ in an upscale neighborhoodoverlooking the bay.&lt;br /&gt;“One more wish”, said the fairy, waving her wand.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, one more wish.  I want to be like an American with Americanclothes instead of these torn clothes, and a baseball cap instead ofthis sombrero .  And I want to have white skin like Americans” —and –- PING ! — The man was transformed – wearing worn out jeans,a Baltimore Orioles T-shirt and a baseball cap. He had his bad teethback and the mansion had disappeared from the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;“What happened to my new teeth?”  he wailed, “Where is my new house?”&lt;br /&gt;                            THIS IS GOOD . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;                            NO, ACTUALLY THIS IS VERY GOOD . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy said: “Tough s**t, Amigo, Now that you are a White American, you have to fend for yourself.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5936064086457780738?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5936064086457780738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5936064086457780738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5936064086457780738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5936064086457780738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/04/fairy-tale.html' title='A fairy tale'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5014418898084310446</id><published>2010-04-20T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:03:40.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Proud to be a Catholic? I am!!</title><content type='html'>Redemption Comes Through The Jews… Jewish Businessman, Sam Miller, Whaps Anti-Catholic Bias in News Media (Full Text)&lt;br /&gt;Posted on June 24, 2008 by &lt;a title="Posts by james mary evans" href="http://fratres.wordpress.com/author/jamesevans/"&gt;james mary evans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fratres.wordpress.com/2008/06/24/redemption-comes-through-the-jews-jewish-businessman-sam-miller-whaps-anti-catholic-bias-in-news-media-full-text/#comments"&gt;64&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(emphasis are mine)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://fratres.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam Miller, prominent Cleveland businessman – Jewish, not Catholic – is fighting mad about &amp;amp; concentrated effort by the media to denigrate the Catholic Church in this country.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to say things here today that many Catholics should have said 18 months ago. Maybe it’s easier for me to say because I am not Catholic, but I have had enough, more than enough, disgustingly enough.&lt;br /&gt;During my entire life I’ve never seen a greater vindictive, more scurrilous, biased campaign against the Catholic Church as I have seen in the last 18 months, and the strangest thing is that it is in a country like the United States where there is supposed to be mutual respect and freedom for all religions.&lt;br /&gt;This has bothered me because I too am a minority in this country. You see, unfortunately and I say this very advisedly the Catholics have forgotten that in the early 1850’s when the Italians, the Poles, the Latvians, the Lithuanians, all of Catholic persuasion, came to this country looking for opportunity because of famine, (particularly the Irish) they were already looked upon with derision, suspicion and hatred. Consequently the jobs they were forced to take were the jobs that nobody else wanted bricklayers, ditch diggers, Jewish junkmen, street cleaners, etc.&lt;br /&gt;This prejudice against your religion and mine has never left this country and don’t ever forget it, and (sic) never will. Your people were called Papists, Waps, Guineas, frogs, fish eaters, ad infinitum.&lt;br /&gt;And then after the Civil War, around 1864, the fundamentalists, conservatives, Protestants and a few WASP’s began planting burning crosses throughout the country, particularly in the South. And today; as far as I’m concerned, very little has changed. These gentlemen now have a new style of clothing they’ve gone from bed sheets to gentlemen’s suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is a concentrated effort by the media today to totally denigrate in every way the Catholic Church in this country. You don’t find it this bad overseas at all. They have now blamed the disease of pedophilia on the Catholic Church, which is as irresponsible as blaming adultery on the institution of marriage. You and me have been living in a false paradise. Wake up and recognize that many people don’t like Catholics. What are these people trying to accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;From the Sojourner’s Magazine dated August, 2002, listen carefully to a quote, “While much of the recent media hype has focused on the Catholic Church’s pedophilia scandal, relatively little attention has been given to the high rate of sexual misconduct in the rest of American Christendom. This is truly a crisis that crosses the borders of all religions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now let me give you some figures that you as Catholics should know and remember. For example, research by Richard Blackman at Fuller Theological Seminary shows that 12% of the 300 Protestant clergy surveyed admitted to sexual intercourse with a parishioner; 38% acknowledged other inappropriate sexual contact. In a 1990 study by the United Methodist Church, 41.8% of clergywomen reported unwanted sexual behavior by a colleague; 17% of laywomen said that their own pastors had sexually harassed them. Phillip Jenkins concludes in his book “Pedophiles and Priests” that while 1.7% of the Catholic clergy has been found guilty of pedophilia, 10% of Protestant ministers have been found guilty of pedophilia.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a Catholic problem. This is a problem of pure prejudice. Why the papers, day after day, week after week, month after month, see fit to do nothing but come out with these scurrilous stories? When I spoke recently to one of the higher ups in the newspaper I said, “This is wrong”. He said, “Why, do you want us to shoot the messenger?” I said, “No, just change the message”. He said, “How?” I said, “I’ll tell you how”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Obviously, this is not just a Catholic problem. And solutions must be broader and deeper than those carried out by Catholic cardinals. The whole church has a responsibility to offer decisive leadership in the area of sexual misconduct whether it is child abuse, sexual exploitation, or sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, churches have shown unprecedented unity on issues of poverty and welfare reform. Now it is necessary to call for a broad based ecumenical council addressing the issue of sexual misconduct in the church not only the Catholic Church, all churches, including synagogues. Its goal would be transparency and openness in developing stringent, forward?looking guidelines, consistent with denominational distinctions, for preventing and addressing sexual misconduct within Christian churches and church?related institutions.&lt;br /&gt;Such a council could include not only denominational representatives but also a majority presence from external organizations such as child protection agencies, law enforcement, psychiatric services, victims’ agencies, and legal and legislative representatives.&lt;br /&gt;Crisis. “Crisis” in Chinese is one word. “Crisis” in Chinese means, on the one side, a real crisis problems etc., but the other side means great opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;We have a great opportunity facing us. Crisis is often accompanied by an opportunity for extraordinary growth and leadership. We have that today. Even though you are the lowest ?? by far the lowest of any organized religion today when it comes to sexual harassment ?? American churches have a unique opening to develop and adopt a single set of policies, principles, practices, and common language on sexual misconduct in Christian institutions that is binding across denominations.&lt;br /&gt;A system of cross denomination review boards could be established to help compliance and accountability. A centralized resource bank could be formed that provides church wide updates on new legal, financial, psychological and spiritual developments in the field. Guidelines, both moral and legal, could be established on how clergy, churches, and victims should best use civil and criminal actions in pursuit of justice and financial restitution for injury. A national database could be established with information on all applicants for ordination in any member Christian religion. Every diocese, conference, presbytery, and district could have a designated child protection representative whose job is to ensure that the policies and procedures are understood and implemented and that training is provided.&lt;br /&gt;Any religious institution, or system, that leaves power unexamined or smothers sexuality with silence rather than promoting open conversation that can lead to moral and spiritual maturity becomes implicated in creating an unhealthy and potentially abusive environment. An ecumenical Christian council authentically dedicated to strong moral leadership in the area of clergy sexual misconduct might move the church beyond the extremes of policing our own or abandoning our own.&lt;br /&gt;For Christians, the true scandal is not about priests. It’s about a manipulation of power to abuse the weak. When Jesus said, “Whoever receives the child, receives me”, he was rebuking his followers for putting stumbling blocks in front of the defenseless. Church is supposed to be a place where one can lay one’s defenses down; where one is welcomed, embraced, and blessed. This can only be authentically expressed in a culture that requires absolute respect for each individual’s freedom and self hood. Until all churches bow humbly under the requirement, the indictments by wounded women and children will stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just what are these Kangaroo journalists trying to accomplish? Think about it. If you get the New York Times day’ ,after day; the Los Angeles Times day after day, our own paper day after day ………………….. looking at the record, some of these writers are apostates, Catholics or ex-Catholics who have been denied something they wanted from the Church and are on a mission of vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Why would newspapers carry on this vendetta on one of the most important institutions that we have today in the United States, namely the Catholic Church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know and maybe some of you don’t the Catholic Church educates 2.6 million students everyday, at cost to your Church of 10 billion dollars, and a savings on the other hand to the American taxpayer of 18 billion dollars. Needless to say, that Catholic education at this time stands head and shoulders above every other form of education that we have in this country. And the cost is approximately 30% less.&lt;br /&gt;If you look at our own Cleveland school system, they can boast of an average graduation rate of 36%. Do you know what it costs you and me as far as the other 64% who didn’t make it?&lt;br /&gt;Look at your own records. You (Catholic schools) graduate 89% of your students Your graduates in turn go on to graduate studies at the rate of 92%, and all at a cost to you. To the rest of the Americans it’s free, but it costs you Catholics at least 30% less to educate students compared to the costs that the public education system pays out for education that cannot compare.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why would these enemies of the Church try to destroy an institution that has 230 colleges and universities in the United States with an enrollment of 700,000 students?&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone want to destroy an institution like the Catholic Church which has a non profit hospital system of 637 hospitals which account for hospital treatment of 1 out of every 5 people not just Catholics in the . United States today?&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone want to destroy an institution like that? Why would anyone want to destroy an institution that clothes and feeds and houses the indigent 1 of 5 indigents in the United States, I’ve been to many of your shelters and no one asks them if you are a Catholic, a Protestant or a Jew; just “come, be fed, here’s a sweater for you and a place to sleep at night” at a cost to the Church of 2.3 billion dollars a year?&lt;br /&gt;The Catholic Church today has 64 million members in the United States and is the largest non-governmental agency in the country. It has 20,000 churches in this country alone. Every year they raise approximately $10 billion to help support these agencies.&lt;br /&gt;Why, after the “respected” publication, the New York Times, running their daily expose’ on the Church, finally came to the conclusion of their particular investigation, which was ongoing for a long time. And guess what: buried in the last paragraph, they came up with a mouse. In their article “Decades of Damage” the Times reported that 1.8% of American priests were found guilty of this crime whereas your own Cardinal Ratzinger in Rome reported 1.7% the figure I gave you earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Then again they launched an attack on the Church and its celibate priests. However, the New York Times did not mention in their study of American priests that most are happy in the priesthood and find it even better than they had expected, and that most, if given the choice, would choose to be priests again in the face of all this obnoxious PR the church has been receiving.&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn’t the New York Times, the paper of record they call themselves, mention this? You had to read it in the Los Angeles Times. The New York Times refused to print it.&lt;br /&gt;If you read only the New York Times, you would begin to believe that priests are cowards; craven; sexually frustrated; unhealthy criminals; that prey on the innocent. What a shame.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes freedom of the press should have some type of responsibility, too.&lt;strong&gt; So I say this to you: instead of walking around with a hangdog look ?? I talk to a lot of Catholics all the time, “how’s everything going?” ………… “Well, in the face of things I guess okay”. That’s the wrong answer! The wrong answer!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I ran into a fellow who said they started a discussion at some social function on pedophilia and he said, “I excused myself and left the room.” I said, “why did you do that?” “Well, you know how it is”.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if Catholics had the figures that I enumerated here, you don’t have to be ashamed of anything. Not only are you as good as the rest, but you’re better, in every respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Catholic Church helps millions of people every day of the week, every week of the month, and every month of the year. People who are not Catholics, and I sit on your Catholic Foundation and I can tell you, and what I am telling you is so. Priests have their problems, they have their failings just as you and I in this room do, but they do not deserve to be calumniated as they have been.&lt;br /&gt;In small measure let’s give the media its due. If it had not come out with this story of abusive priests, (but they just as well could have mentioned reverends, pastors and rabbis and whatever), probably little or nothing would have been. done. But what bothers me the most is this has given an excuse to every Catholic hater and Catholic basher to come out loudly for the denigration of your Church.&lt;br /&gt;If some CEO’s are crooks it does not follow that every CEO is crooked; and if some priests are sexually ill it does not follow that all are sick. And your Church teaches that you’ve got to take in the sick and a priest who is this way has to be taken in and cannot be thrown out the 21st story of a building. He’s got to be looked upon and given the same type of health that you would give anybody who has a broken leg or cancer or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Church today, and when I say the Church keep in mind I am talking about the Catholic Church, is bleeding from self-inflicted wounds. The agony that Catholics have felt and suffered is not necessarily the fault of the Church. You have been hurt by an infinitesimally small number of wayward priests that, I feel, have probably been totally weeded out by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You see, the Catholic Church is much too viable to be put down by the New York Times, The Los Angeles Times, The Cleveland Plain Dealer take your choice, they can’t do it, they’re not going to do it and sooner or later they are going to give up. But you’ve got to make sure that you don’t give up first.&lt;br /&gt;In 1799 a notice was placed in a French newspaper that a citizen Brachi had died in prison. Little did the people realize that this was Pope Pius VI who had occupied the Chair of Saint Peter for 25 years. He had been taken prisoner by Napoleon’s forces and died in prison as an indigent. At that time the thought was that this was the end of the Catholic Church, this was 200 and some odd years ago. And the reason was that there was no Pope to succeed him at that time.&lt;br /&gt;But you fooled them then, and we’re going to fool them again.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been talking more or less about the United States of America as far as the importance of the Church. Let’s bring it home to Cuyahoga County and the seven surrounding counties.&lt;br /&gt;In education, you save the county 420 million dollars per year. Wherever there’s a Church and most other churches have fled the inner city there’s a Catholic Church; and wherever there’s a Catholic Church there’s an absence of drug dealers. You talk to any bank that has real estate mortgages in the inner city, and they will tell you that the one thing that keeps up the value in that particular area is your Church. I’ve seen, for example, on Lorain near the Metro Catholic Schools there at the Church the nuns used to go out in the morning with brooms and sweep away the drug dealers from around the particular area.&lt;br /&gt;On Health and Human Services, the homeless, adoption, drugs, adult care and so on, you saved the county 170 million dollars a year.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day the difference that your local Catholic institutions make in the eight counties that comprise this diocese are several billion dollars per year.&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we hear about this? Why, because it’s good news. If some priest was caught with his hand in the collection plate it would be front page news. But the fact that you have thousands of students being education (sic) free, as far as the rest of the country is concerned, doesn’t make news. Why? Because it is not newsworthy, it’s not dirty.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not here to deny freedom of the press, but I believe that with freedom comes responsibility, and with rights you have an obligation. You cannot have rights that are irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, our society today is protected by all rights and ruled by some of their wickedness. Anybody who expects to reap the benefits of freedom must understand the total fatigue of supporting it. The most important element of political speech, as Aristotle taught, is the character of the speaker. In this respect, no matter what message a man brings in, it shouldn’t collide with his character.&lt;br /&gt;The other day was shocked when I opened up America, a Catholic magazine, and my good friend Cardinal Keeler, who is a very dear friend of mine, was being fingerprinted by the Baltimore police not for a crime, but as part of the new law put in place that all members of the Church hierarchy must be fingerprinted.&lt;br /&gt;Amos, of the Old Testament, accused the people of Samaria in words that seared and phrases that smote. They “cram their palaces,” he said, “with violence and extortion.” They had “sold the upright for silver and the poor for a pair of sandals” from Gucci, no doubt. But he also said that all this could be reversed, if only the people of Samaria would turn away from their own self absorption and toward those who, however silently, cry out for help. “Then,” promised Amos, “shall your justice flow like water and your compassion like a never failing stream” (Amos 5:24)&lt;br /&gt;The worst feature of contemporary society is its tendency to leave each of us Locked up in himself or herself, connection less. To lessen this isolation we have developed all kinds of therapies spiritual, psychological, and physical front groups that meet and talk endlessly all day long in spas week spas, month spas, life spas. But none of these things, from primal screams to herbal wrap, seem to be doing the trick, any more than the huge houses and wine parties the.: the Samaritan did.&lt;br /&gt;What we need to do is open our heart to the plight of others, even some of your priests who have been condemned. They’re human beings and they should be shown the same type of compassion we have shown anybody who is critically ill. We need to open our hearts to the plights of others, like our hearts were a dam, so that indeed our justice and compassion may flow to all.&lt;br /&gt;What is essential is that each of us steps forward to hold out our hand to someone. There is no other way to walk with God.&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest Catholic bashers in the United States wrote “Only a minority, a tiny minority of priests, have abused the bodies of children.” He continues, “I am not advocating this course of action, but as much as I would like to see the Roman Catholic Church ruined. I hate opportunistically retrospective litigation even more.”&lt;br /&gt;Now he’s talking about our tort monsters. “Lawyers who grow fat by digging up dirt on long?forgotten wrongs and hounding their aged perpetrators are no friends of mine.”&lt;br /&gt;I’m still quoting this man, “All I’m doing” he said, “is calling attention to an anomaly. By all means, let’s kick a nasty institution when it is down, but there are better ways than litigation.” These words are from a Catholic hater.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought in my life I would ever see these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk with your shoulders high and your head higher. Be a proud member of the most important non governmental agency today in the United States. Then remember what Jeremiah said: “Stand by the roads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way is and walk in it, and find rest for your souls.” And be proud, speak up for your faith with pride and reverence and learn what your Church does for all other religions. Be proud that you’re a Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NOTE: Even though of the Jewish faith, Miller has been a staunch supporter of the Cleveland Diocese and Bishop Anthony Pilla. 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I am!!'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-231019167826046792</id><published>2010-04-14T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:54:38.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder why men wear earings?</title><content type='html'>A man is at work one day when he notices that his co-worker is wearing an earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man knows his co-worker to be a normally conservative fellow, and is curious about his sudden change in "fashion sense"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The man walks up to him and says, "I didn't know you were into earrings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Don't make such a big deal, it's only an earring," he replies sheepishly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend falls silent for a few minutes, but then his curiosity prods him to ask, "So, how long have you been wearing one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ever since my wife found it in my truck."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-231019167826046792?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/231019167826046792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=231019167826046792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/231019167826046792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/231019167826046792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/04/ever-wonder-why-men-wear-earings.html' title='Ever wonder why men wear earings?'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4620264499693992767</id><published>2010-04-14T08:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:52:53.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Jesse James</title><content type='html'>Jessie James&lt;br /&gt;You Stupid Bastard!  You cheated on Sandra Bullock?&lt;br /&gt;How in the world can you be so stupid?  You are married to one of the most beautiful women in the world.&lt;br /&gt;She has a body to die for and her current wealth shadowed only by Oprah.Your wife, recently beat out Julia Roberts in the polls and is now named ” America ’s Sweetheart.”&lt;br /&gt;You also remember, she just one an Oscar and praised you up and down in front of the worldwhile you were porkin’ away.&lt;br /&gt;You are really a piece of work!  You are the most hated asshole cheater on the planet!&lt;br /&gt;How can you live with yourself!&lt;br /&gt;I only have one thing to say to the despicable, miserable, cheating piece of shit that you are:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the heat off of me. Let’s do lunch.&lt;br /&gt; ~Tiger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4620264499693992767?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4620264499693992767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4620264499693992767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4620264499693992767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4620264499693992767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-to-jesse-james.html' title='Letter to Jesse James'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-648795696248681025</id><published>2010-04-14T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:50:03.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Socialism ... 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Buy a Ford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-648795696248681025?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/648795696248681025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=648795696248681025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/648795696248681025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/648795696248681025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/04/fight-socialism-buy-ford.html' title='Fight Socialism ... Buy a Ford'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2455015074497827472</id><published>2010-04-14T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:46:11.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Economics 101</title><content type='html'>These are possibly the 5 best sentences you’ll ever read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is the beginning of the end of any nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2455015074497827472?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2455015074497827472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2455015074497827472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2455015074497827472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2455015074497827472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/04/economics-101.html' title='Economics 101'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7826876998792438358</id><published>2010-04-09T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:06:14.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best quote of the year</title><content type='html'>The danger to America is not Barack Obama but a citizenry capable of entrusting a man like him with the presidency. It will be easier to limit and undo the follies of an Obama presidency than to restore the necessary common sense and good judgment to an electorate willing to have such a man for their president. The problem is much deeper and far more serious than Mr. Obama, who is a mere symptom of what ails us. Blaming the prince of the fools should not blind anyone to the vast confederacy of fools that made him their prince. The republic can survive a Barack Obama. It is less likely to survive a multitude of fools such as those who made him their president.” — Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7826876998792438358?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7826876998792438358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7826876998792438358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7826876998792438358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7826876998792438358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-quote-of-year.html' title='Best quote of the year'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-3523818785045744290</id><published>2010-04-05T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:15:01.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny</title><content type='html'>My brother found this guy who answers emails on craigs list. He is funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend in Longview who wanted to get on of his buddies. he took out an ad in the thrifty nickle about wanting to sale a 4-wheeler. He put a super low price on it and said in the ad that he worked the second shift so to call him after midnight when he got home. He obviously gave his buddies phone number. He got all kinds of calls in the middle of the night for that 4-wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original ad: I need a whole roll of carpet doesnt matter what kind will pay cash i need it fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Me to &lt;a href="mailto:***********@*************.org"&gt;***********@*************.org&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Hey,Do you still need rolls of carpet? I have a deal worked out with a carpet wholesaler and can get you as many carpets as you need. Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MikeFrom *********@comcast.net to Me:&lt;br /&gt;yeah I just need one how much do you want for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Me to &lt;a href="mailto:*********@comcast.net"&gt;*********@comcast.net&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I am asking $50 for the roll of carpet. It sounds like you also need some cleaning supplies. Luckily, I also sell gloves, mops, buckets, spray bottles, garbage bags, as well as disinfectants, odor removal chemicals, and enzyme solvents, in case you are interested in any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MikeFrom *********@comcast.net to Me:&lt;br /&gt;what? I dont need any of that just the rug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Me to &lt;a href="mailto:*********@comcast.net"&gt;*********@comcast.net&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure? It sounds like you need this rug to take care of a "problem", and you might want the cleaning supplies to clean up the rest of that problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MikeFrom *********@comcast.net to Me:&lt;br /&gt;my only problem is that i need this carpet and you are trying to sell me cleaning stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Me to &lt;a href="mailto:*********@comcast.net"&gt;*********@comcast.net&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Look, you don't have to fool me. There is only one reason to urgently need a rug. It is pretty clear that you killed someone and need to get rid of them.I've been there, man...whether it is a friend who overdosed on drugs, or a dead hooker, it is important that you clean everything up. You can't just roll them up in a carpet and forget about them. Don't worry, I can help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MikeFrom *********@comcast.net to Me:&lt;br /&gt;i didnt kill a hooker what the hell is wrong with you? i need the carpet for my apartment to replace my old stained carpet so i dont get screwed on my security deposit which is why i need it fast&lt;br /&gt;From Me to &lt;a href="mailto:*********@comcast.net"&gt;*********@comcast.net&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, I'm not one to judge you. I understand that accidents happen. Maybe she didn't tell you when to stop choking her, or maybe you didn't realize that roofie you slipped in her Cosmo was actually cyanide. Either way, a dead hooker isn't the end of the world. Hookers die all the time; it comes with their line of work. The important thing is to stay calm and make sure that you clean everything up.You have a good cover story with the security deposit. You are smart to get rid of the old blood-stained carpet, but you still will need my cleaning supplies. A small blood stain on the top of the rug is usually a much larger stain underneath the rug, and you can't simply put a new rug on top of it. With my dead hooker cleanup package, it comes with everything you need to clean up the "accident" and make it look like it never happened. The entire package, including the rug, will only cost you $100. You should act soon before it is too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MikeFrom *********@comcast.net to Me:&lt;br /&gt;is everyone on craigslist this crazy or is it just you? all i want is the carpet and you are being a huge pain in my ass. ill find one from someone who isnt a goddamn psycho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-3523818785045744290?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/3523818785045744290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=3523818785045744290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3523818785045744290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/3523818785045744290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2410294062739261828</id><published>2010-04-04T18:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:43:36.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New addition to the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S7kkF82lNcI/AAAAAAAAArc/twKmIqgDl9M/s1600/Venture+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456432108189070786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S7kkF82lNcI/AAAAAAAAArc/twKmIqgDl9M/s320/Venture+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S7kjnkDwq2I/AAAAAAAAArU/sXZmCZKYZnE/s1600/Venture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456431586137385826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S7kjnkDwq2I/AAAAAAAAArU/sXZmCZKYZnE/s320/Venture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day the wife and I were talking about going for a ride on the motorcycle. She explained to me that she didn't like riding on my bike because it wasn't comfortable. The she told me that if i bought a nice tour bike, she would ride with me. So i asked if she was giving me permission to go buy a bike. She said Hell yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked the type of bike and she picked the color and accessories. We found what we wanted ad we have been riding all weekend. Life is great!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2410294062739261828?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2410294062739261828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2410294062739261828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2410294062739261828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2410294062739261828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-addition-to-family.html' title='New addition to the family'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S7kkF82lNcI/AAAAAAAAArc/twKmIqgDl9M/s72-c/Venture+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-320682325988122029</id><published>2010-03-25T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:22:26.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good not to post</title><content type='html'>Genesis 47:13-27&lt;br /&gt;ALL I CAN SAY ABOUT THIS IS WOW !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;RECENT VIRGINIA CHURCH SERVICE - STIMULUS SERMON&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 47:13-27&lt;br /&gt;I would love to give the Pastor of this predominantly black church in  Virginia a hug and a high five. This guy is obviously a leader.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should each decide who our real leader is.....It is amazing to see that very little has changed in 4,000 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, brothers and sisters; it's always a delight to see the pews crowded on Sunday morning, and so eager to get into God's Word.  Turn with me in your Bibles, if you will to the 47th chapter of Genesis, we'll begin our reading at verse 13, and go through verse 27.&lt;br /&gt;Brother Ray, would you stand and read that great passage for us? .....(reading)...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for that fine reading, Brother Ray.  So we see that economic hard times fell upon Egypt, and the people turned to the government of Pharaoh to deal with this for them.  And Pharaoh nationalized the grain harvest, and placed the grain in great storehouses that he had built.  So the people brought their money to Pharaoh, like a great tax increase, and gave it all to him willingly in return for grain.  And this went on until their money ran out, and they were hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;So when they went to Pharaoh after that, they brought their livestock -their cattle, their horses, their sheep, and their donkey - to barter for grain, and verse 17 says that only took them through the end of that year.&lt;br /&gt;But the famine wasn't over, was it?  So the next year, the people came before Pharaoh and admitted they had nothing left, except their land and their own lives. "There is nothing left in the sight of my lord but our bodies and our land.  Why should we die before your eyes, both we and our land?  Buy us and our land for food, and we with our land will be servants to Pharaoh."  So they surrendered their homes, their land, and their real estate to Pharaoh's government, and then sold themselves into slavery to him, in return for grain.&lt;br /&gt;What can we learn from this, brothers and sisters?&lt;br /&gt;That turning to the government instead of to God to be our provider in hard times only leads to slavery?  Yes.. That the only reason government wants to be our provider is to also become our master?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;But look how that passage ends, brothers and sisters!  Thus Israel settled in the land of Egypt, in the land of  Goshen.  And they gained possessions in it, and were fruitful and multiplied greatly."  God provided for His people, just as He always has!  They didn't end up giving all their possessions to government, no, it says they gained possessions!  But I also tell you a great truth today, and an ominous one.&lt;br /&gt;We see the same thing happening today - the government today wants to "share the wealth" once again, to take it from us and redistribute it back to us.  It wants to take control of healthcare, just as it has taken control of education, and ration it back to us, and when government rations it, then government decides who gets it, and how much, and what kind.  And if we go along with it, and do it willingly, then we will wind up no differently than the people of Egypt did four thousand years ago - as slaves to the government, and as slaves to our leaders.&lt;br /&gt;What Mr. Obama's government is doing now is no different from what Pharaoh's government did then, and it will end the same.  And a lot of people like to call Mr.Obama a "Messiah," don't they?  Is he a Messiah?  A savior?  Didn't the Egyptians say, after Pharaoh made them his slaves, "You have saved our lives; may it please my lord, we will be servants to Pharaoh"?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tell you this - I know the Messiah; the Messiah is a friend of mine; and Mr. OBAMA IS NO MESSIAH!  No, brothers and sisters, if Mr. Obama is a character from the Bible, then he is Pharaoh.  Bow with me in prayer, if you will...&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You alone are worthy to be served, and we rely on You, and You alone.  We confess that the government is not our deliverer, and never rightly will be. We read in the eighth chapter of 1 Samuel, when Samuel warned the people of what a ruler would do, where it says "And in that day you will cry out because of your king, whom you have chosen for yourselves, but the LORD will not answer you in that day.."&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, we acknowledge that day has come. We cry out to you because of the ruler that we have chosen for ourselves as a nation. Lord, we pray for this nation.  We pray for revival, and we pray for deliverance from those who would be our masters.  Give us hearts to seek You and hands to serve You, and protect Your people from the atrocities of Pharaoh's government.&lt;br /&gt;In God We Trust...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-320682325988122029?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/320682325988122029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=320682325988122029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/320682325988122029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/320682325988122029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-good-not-to-post.html' title='Too good not to post'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2397720262273483739</id><published>2010-03-24T17:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:13:52.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>message from the president</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S6qOlG6UDLI/AAAAAAAAArM/5ZRSLRWUM_g/s1600/Hot-Air-225x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452327067046907058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S6qOlG6UDLI/AAAAAAAAArM/5ZRSLRWUM_g/s320/Hot-Air-225x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2397720262273483739?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2397720262273483739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2397720262273483739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2397720262273483739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2397720262273483739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/message-from-president.html' title='message from the president'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S6qOlG6UDLI/AAAAAAAAArM/5ZRSLRWUM_g/s72-c/Hot-Air-225x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7627673088867718444</id><published>2010-03-22T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:37:26.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Devistating to America, by Rick Santorum</title><content type='html'>Rick Santorum is a former Republican senator from Pennsylvania and a senior fellow of the Ethics and Public Policy Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This legislation will indeed be historic in its destructive effect if it is not repealed or substantially altered. This bill will devastate our economy and its ability to create jobs and a higher standard of living; government spending and debt will explode; health care quality and choices for most Americans will suffer; &lt;strong&gt;and millions more innocent children in the womb will be killed&lt;/strong&gt;. Worse still, to avoid bankrupting the country, care will be rationed so only those “useful lives” will be given the care they need. (emphasis mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day will go down as either the day that America turned its back on our unique system of democratic capitalism or the day that ignited a firestorm to reclaim the vision that has made our country the greatest in the history of the world. Today is owned by those who believe that an all powerful federal government is the future of our republic, tomorrow freedom-loving patriots will begin the fight against this tyranny to reclaim our birthright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7627673088867718444?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7627673088867718444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7627673088867718444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7627673088867718444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7627673088867718444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/devistating-to-america-by-rick-santorum.html' title='Devistating to America, by Rick Santorum'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4546257839709825847</id><published>2010-03-22T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:32:12.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why obama won't show his birth certificate.</title><content type='html'>I was listening to talk radio yesterday and a guy called in with a really good idea about obama's birth certificate. My wife Karin said the same thing to me a while back and i never made the connection. Here is their beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When obama was born, his mother was single. When a single woman has a child, the race of the mother is listed on the birth certificate as the race of the child. After all, the hospital has no way of knowing what the fathers race is.  Since obama's mother was single at the time, what race do you think is listed on his birth certificate? Yep, white as a snowflake. So you see, we have not elected the first black president yet, obama is just a typical lying white rich blue blood politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he was born in Hawaii like he says, he just doesn't want the world to know that he is white. It makes sense when you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4546257839709825847?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4546257839709825847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4546257839709825847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4546257839709825847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4546257839709825847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-obama-wont-show-his-birth.html' title='Why obama won&apos;t show his birth certificate.'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7662618233902204195</id><published>2010-03-22T13:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:25:15.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GPS Logic</title><content type='html'>I finally broke down and bought a GPS unit. I held out for years because i am quite capable of reading a map. I decided that it may be easier to use the GPS than dragging a map with me in my travels. Now i have the GPS and maps as a backup because i don't trust the GPS. I know, it makes me laugh as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the GPS and played with it around town to determine how well it works. It works well enough to get me close which is good enough for me. I don't however agree with its logic. So this got me to thinking, how does the GPS use logic to map a route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to program some preferences into my GPS unit so it will map according to my preferences. The problem is that the logic the GPS devices uses doesn't necessarily mean it's logical. For example, logically, the shortest distance is also the fastest route. Logically, that makes sense. Realistically, it's not true. I can go past a destination and come back on a route with no traffic lights and be faster than the shortest route with traffic lights. The GPS doesn't factor traffic lights. It also doesn't even consider going past the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the data uploaded to the GPS is only as good as what is provided. Sometimes the searches do not bring the right results. I guess it's because the GPS units are only updated annually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GPS would be fine In a place where i am unfamiliar. It will get me to the destination which is what it was meant for. It may not be the best route to take but what do i know, i am using it because i don't know where i am going to begin with. I will tell you what works really well, my GPS in conjunction with my blackberry. My blackberry can look up places in real time and it also can map a route to the destination. If i program the GPS with the destination, it gets me there better than the blackberry because it constantly refreshes it's position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out and good luck with national healthcare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7662618233902204195?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7662618233902204195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7662618233902204195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7662618233902204195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7662618233902204195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/gps-logic.html' title='GPS Logic'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4355416841914107342</id><published>2010-03-19T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:16:33.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me i am wrong, please!!</title><content type='html'>Let me get this straight……we’re trying to pass a health care plan written by a committee whose chairman says he doesn’t understand it, passed by a Congress that hasn’t read it but exempts themselves from it, to be signed by a president that also hasn’t read it and who smokes, with funding administered by a treasury chief who didn’t pay his taxes, all to be overseen by a surgeon general who is obese, and financed by a country that’s broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraudulent? Why would you say that???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4355416841914107342?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4355416841914107342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4355416841914107342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4355416841914107342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4355416841914107342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-me-i-am-wrong-please.html' title='Tell me i am wrong, please!!'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6505393539643063604</id><published>2010-03-16T09:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:12:41.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I made someone's shit list</title><content type='html'>Our Bishop for our diocese decided last year to ramp up the pressure that the community needs to put on planned parenthood. He started a group called Midland Catholics For Life to do just that. Being a member of the Knights of Columbus and pro-life, the Bishop taxed us Knights to step up and help out. One of the request of the Bishop was for us to write letters to the editor trying to bring awareness of what planned parenthood is doing in our town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the planned parenthood in Midland serves 50 counties in West Texas. They are the only abortion mill in these 50 counties. They have a circuit abortionist who comes by on Friday's to perform these abortions. They kill between 20-30 babies a week in Midland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planned parenthood hosted the Vagina Monologue's (V-Day)as a fund raiser in Midland. V-Day was founded as a battered women's awareness group and they tour the country raising awareness of battered and abused women. All told, V-Day seems to be a good organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a letter to the paper stating that i thought it was funny that a company that made its living abusing and killing innocent babies sponsored a company that made its living by stopping abuse to women. Apparently i pissed the CEO of the local planned parenthood off. I Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded by trying to make me out as an idiot in the paper. The problem is that we can only write a letter to the editor once a month and she got the last word. It is GAME ON as far as i am concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am patiently waiting for my month to pass and i am going to call her out like a cheap whore at a revival. I am going to ask her why on their website they explain the abortion process as "gently emptying your uterus" when they are actually using a suction machine to tear a baby apart limb from limb and vacuum it out of the uterus. I guess her way sounds better. They worry about the discomfort of the woman getting the abortion but the little baby inside her, not at all. I am sure that having your arms, legs, ribs, and head sucked off your body would be described as anything but gentle. But hey, you can make money by proving a negative can you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6505393539643063604?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6505393539643063604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6505393539643063604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6505393539643063604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6505393539643063604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-made-someones-shit-list.html' title='I made someone&apos;s shit list'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5046461578791735797</id><published>2010-03-15T16:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:45:07.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New additions to the family</title><content type='html'>I was out doing nothing today when i decided to step into one of my favorite little guns stores. I was looking for something odd that not a whole lot of people have. I cam across this little Beretta .32 Tomcat. My wife wants to get her concealed carry license and she wants a little pistol to keep in her truck. I thought, why the hell not. It should fit perfectly in her little hand. Be being the loving husband that i am, i got it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S56otVZE8pI/AAAAAAAAArE/M7jYx7Ybj0w/s1600-h/Me+holding+tomcat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448978095954784914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S56otVZE8pI/AAAAAAAAArE/M7jYx7Ybj0w/s320/Me+holding+tomcat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she got a new toy, i had to get one for myself. This is a sweet little jewel that should only increase in value. It is a GSG-5 made in Germany and distributed by ATI. the GSG-5 is an exact duplicate of the H&amp;amp;K MP 5. It is chambered in .22LR so i can shoot all day for pennies on the trigger pull. In 2009, H&amp;amp;K instituted a lawsuit against both German Sport Guns and American Tactical Imports, Inc., over trade dress infringements. The lawsuit was settled in October of 2009, and resulted in the production and importation of the original GSG-5 design to cease as of Oct. 8, 2009. The remaining stocks will continue to be sold until January 31, 2010, at which time all sales of the GSG-5 by American Tactical Imports must be concluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S56ombPmsoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/otQNIvsT_h8/s1600-h/gsg-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448977977266582146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S56ombPmsoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/otQNIvsT_h8/s320/gsg-5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5046461578791735797?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5046461578791735797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5046461578791735797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5046461578791735797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5046461578791735797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-additions-to-family.html' title='New additions to the family'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S56otVZE8pI/AAAAAAAAArE/M7jYx7Ybj0w/s72-c/Me+holding+tomcat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4517979211928229274</id><published>2010-03-08T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:15:12.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>QUESTION?What was the most positive result of the “Cash for Clunkers” program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:It took 95% of the Obama bumper stickers off the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4517979211928229274?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4517979211928229274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4517979211928229274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4517979211928229274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4517979211928229274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-9203893379721501631</id><published>2010-03-01T16:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:15:53.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer whale</title><content type='html'>OK, i have heard enough about the trainer who was attacked by the whale. I really don't care. The person knew he was working with a KILLER WHALE. How did he think they got that name, by being all snuggly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody should be shocked in my opinion. I am sure no one expected it but hey, it is a KILLER WHALE after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-9203893379721501631?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/9203893379721501631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=9203893379721501631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/9203893379721501631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/9203893379721501631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/killer-whale.html' title='Killer whale'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-974766849628342105</id><published>2010-03-01T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:12:32.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 most appropriate uses of the F word in history</title><content type='html'>10th – “Scattered f***ing showers, my ass!” – Noah, 4314 BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th “How the f*** did you work that out?” – Pythagoras, 126 BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th – “You want WHAT on the f***ing ceiling?” – Michelangelo, 1566&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th – “Where did all those f***ing Indians come from?” – Custer, 1877&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th – “It does so f***ing look like her!” – Picasso, 1926&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th – “Where the f*** are we?” – Amelia Earhart, 1937&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th – “Any f***ing idiot could understand that.” – Einstein, 1938&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd – “What the f*** was that?” – Mayor Of Hiroshima , 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd – “I need this parade like I need a f***ing hole in the head!” – JFK,1963&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum roll please …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The # 1 most appropriate time for using the “F” word is:“Aw, c’mon. Who the f*** is going to find out?” – Tiger Woods, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-974766849628342105?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/974766849628342105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=974766849628342105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/974766849628342105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/974766849628342105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-most-appropriate-uses-of-f-word-in.html' title='10 most appropriate uses of the F word in history'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-9008148538997260333</id><published>2010-02-25T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:10:39.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap for the idiots who voted for him</title><content type='html'>So, Let’s Recap&lt;br /&gt;1. The American people elect a black president with a total of 142 days experience as a US Senator from the most politically corrupt state (city) in America whose governors have been ousted from office. The President’s first official act is to order the close of Gitmo and make sure terrorists civil rights are not violated.(honest mistake?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The U.S. Congress rushes to confirm a black Attorney General, Eric Holder, whose law firm we later find out represents seventeen Gitmo Terrorists.(An honest mistake?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The CIA Boss appointee, Leon Panetta, has absolutely no experience, has a daughter Linda, we find out, who is a true radical anti-American activist and a supporter of all the Anti-American regimes in the western hemisphere. (There were socio-economic factors involved!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We got the second most corrupt American woman (Pelosi is #1) as Secretary of State; bought and paid for. (You can put lipstick on a pig, but it still stinks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We got a Tax Cheat for Treasury Secretary who did not properly file his own taxes for 12 years.(He misspoke!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A Commerce Secretary nominee who withdrew due to corruption charges.(Another honest mistake???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A Tax cheat nominee for Chief Performance Officer who withdrew under charges.(Hmmm… another screw-up?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A Labor Secretary nominee who withdrew under charges of unethical conduct.(Ok, maybe this person was just plain stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.. A Secretary HHS nominee (Daschle) who withdrew under charges of cheating on his taxes.(I’m running out of excuses for these idiots!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Multiple appointments of former lobbyists after an absolute campaign statement that no lobbyists would be appointed.(Dear God, I am getting a headache!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this occurred just during the first three weeks. . . but who’s counting?America is being run by the modern-day Three Stooges ; Barry, Nancy and Harry and they are still trying to define stimulus…”it’s spending!!!”The congress passes the $800,000,000,000 (that’s $800 billion) pork-loaded spending bill where the government gives you a smidgen of your tax dollars ($13 per week), making you feel so good about yourself [stimulated], that you want to run out to Wal-Mart and buy a new Chinese-made HDTV and go home and watch Telemundo!Pray for our country.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the good news though – Obama took Air Force One to Denver to sign the stimulus package, wasting as much as 10,000 gallons of fuel OR 24 JOBS FOR ONE YEAR. – Don’t you just love this hypocrite?Speaking of praying, Obama has now been president for twelve months and yet he &amp;amp; wife (first lady) Michelle, the Christian family they claim to be, have not attended church since the inauguration. – He must miss Reverend Wright!In these times ‘I’ll keep my God, my freedom, my gun and my money. Anyone that supports this insanity can keep “THE CHANGE”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-9008148538997260333?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/9008148538997260333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=9008148538997260333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/9008148538997260333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/9008148538997260333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/02/recap-for-idiots-who-voted-for-him.html' title='Recap for the idiots who voted for him'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4314670766189971690</id><published>2010-02-22T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:34:24.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>obama to honor Bush</title><content type='html'>Just heard that the Obama Administration will be honoring the 43rd Presidentof the United States by naming the gap between the tectonic plates beneathHaiti after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area will now officially be referred to as “Bush’s Fault”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4314670766189971690?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4314670766189971690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4314670766189971690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4314670766189971690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4314670766189971690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/02/obama-to-honor-bush.html' title='obama to honor Bush'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-8215566982260757679</id><published>2010-02-10T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:09:01.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>planned parenthood doesn't think we can raise our children</title><content type='html'>The idiots at planned parenthood has determined that children should be taught sex education as young as ten years old. Not only that, they want the government to teach it because the parents will not teach it. planned parenthood specifically cites Catholics and Muslims as those backwards thinkers who want their children to wait till marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the opening thesis statement of their book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young people are not only the future generation, we are the present. In&lt;br /&gt;my own experience, young people are not fully aware of their sexual and&lt;br /&gt;reproductive health and rights (SRHR )."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you shitting me? What reproductive health rights does a 13 year old have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the article &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,585108,00.html?test=latestnews"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Some of the things they say really blow my mind. Here is another example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young people's sexuality is still contentious for many religious institutions. Fundamentalist and other religious groups — the Catholic Church and madrasas (Islamic Schools) for example — have imposed tremendous barriers that prevent young people, particularly, from obtaining information and services related to sex and reproduction. Currently, many religious teachings deny the pleasurable and positive aspects of sex." the report states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we Catholics  are telling our 13 year old daughters that you cannot engage in sexual activity because it's wrong, you're too young, you can't raise a child, and you are too immature to make a decision like this, and we are wrong for telling them that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around people, what would happen if we told every child from age ten that sex was OK for pleasure? Who would support these children? I cannot find one single point in their argument that makes sense. We have too many people sucking from the government teat now and these idiots are trying to promote it. Please tell me that i am not the only one who sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report argues that sex education should be "recast" to show sexuality as a "positive force for change and development, as a source of pleasure, an embodiment of human rights and an expression of self." Why would any organization try to teach 10 year old children this concept? There must be some reason behind it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed Mechmann, spokesman for New York Archbishop Timothy Dolan, charged that Planned Parenthood was "trying to teach children sex without values and that sex is a matter of pleasure and done without consequences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mechmann also charged that Planned Parenthood's report was compromised because it has a financial stake advocating the changes. "The difference between Planned Parenthood and us is that we don't make money off what we teach and say. They do. They make money off contraceptives and abortions," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the answer. They sale contraceptives and abortions. These ass sucking slime balls want to educate your 10 year old children about sex so they can sale contraceptives and abortions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blows my mind that people will allow organizations such as planned parenthood to operate in a business such as abortions and then let them try to arrange for our children to become repeat customers. If you are not outraged by this atrocious act, you are an IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of that great American, Earl Pitts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP AMERICA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-8215566982260757679?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/8215566982260757679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=8215566982260757679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/8215566982260757679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/8215566982260757679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/02/planned-parenthood-doesnt-think-we-can.html' title='planned parenthood doesn&apos;t think we can raise our children'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5621171919874148531</id><published>2010-02-09T11:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:30:08.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>United States Flag Code</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of pictures going around of obama not rendering the proper posture during the singing or playing of the National Anthem. The other day the wife and i were watching the nascar race and when they played the National Anthem, i stood up and placed my hand over my heart. She looked at me like i was crazy. I told her that every American is supposed to stand at attention with their right hand over their heart when the National Anthem is played. She didn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We googled it. We found a lot of peoples opinion about it. Some said to stand at attention and put your hands where you want them. One site said you only have to salute (hand over heart) during the Pledge of Allegiance. They are all wrong. I still remember being taught this in boot camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The American Flag represents a living country and is itself considered a living thing" US flag code, sect. 8j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in this country need to learn the proper posture to pay respect to our flag. There are so many violations to the flag code because people simply are ignorant. During the Superbowl, a giant flag was held by many people. This is a violation. obama doesn't salute during National Anthem, this is a violation. You can read the &lt;a href="http://www.ushistory.org/betsy/flagcode.htm"&gt;Flag Code &lt;/a&gt; here for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an American recites the Pledge of allegiance, their hand should be over their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the National Anthem is played, American should have their hand over their heart unless they are in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an American Flag passes you in a parade, active duty military will salute and veterans can salute, all others should stand and place their hand over their heart until the flag passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the flag is hoisted or lowered, all active duty military will salute, veterans can salute, all other should stand with their hand over their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any man wearing non-religious head ware should place the head ware at their left shoulder, placing hand over their heart anytime a salute is needed for the flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the POTUS, a Governor, or the Mayor of Washington DC can order a flag to be flown at half mast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flag code is a codification of tradition and etiquette we must use. It is not law that is subject to criminal penalties. It is, however,  a guideline as to how one should act to show proper respect for our flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have heard that Texas is the only state that can fly its flag the same height as the American Flag. This is incorrect. All states can fly their flag at the same height provided they have separate staffs and the state flag is not in a position of prominence to the American Flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the flag code so you can correct the ignorance when you come across it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5621171919874148531?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5621171919874148531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5621171919874148531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5621171919874148531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5621171919874148531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/02/united-states-flag-code.html' title='United States Flag Code'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-4239830464402612171</id><published>2010-02-08T08:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:46:27.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Article form the Wall Street Journal Form by Eddie Sessions</title><content type='html'>“I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he’s led a kind ofmake-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House.&lt;br /&gt;In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? “Dreams of My Father” was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The “Audacity of Hope” followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a “communist with a small ‘c’” was the real author.&lt;br /&gt;His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial.. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley’s formidable political machine at his disposal.&lt;br /&gt;He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital.&lt;br /&gt;How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before?&lt;br /&gt;He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed “cool” in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance.&lt;br /&gt;And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska . It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984’s Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat.&lt;br /&gt;The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Now, nearly a full year into his first term, all of those gilded yearsleading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters.&lt;br /&gt;Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to “wish away” some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe , having gained a foothold in Spain .&lt;br /&gt;The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign “world tour” were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party’s hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an “obstreperous” Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against “jumping to conclusions” about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted “Allahu Akbar.” The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber “anisolated extremist” only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot.&lt;br /&gt;He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America . He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame.&lt;br /&gt;The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual’s life.&lt;br /&gt;When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man has spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh at the ventriloquist’s dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States of America ?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-4239830464402612171?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/4239830464402612171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=4239830464402612171' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4239830464402612171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/4239830464402612171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/02/article-form-wall-street-journal-form.html' title='Article form the Wall Street Journal Form by Eddie Sessions'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-7802885547209028515</id><published>2010-02-04T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:15:05.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye to mother</title><content type='html'>We were dressed and ready to go out for the New Years Eve Party.  We turned on a night light, turned the answering machine on, covered our pet parakeet and put the cat in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We phoned the local cab company and requested a taxi.  The taxi arrived and we opened the front door to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat we put out in the yard, scoots back into the house.  We didn't want the cat shut in the house because she always tries to eat the bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife goes out to the taxi, while I went inside to get the cat.  The cat runs upstairs, with me in hot pursuit. Waiting in the cab, my wife doesn't want the driver to know that the house will be empty for the night..  So, she explains to the taxi driver that I will be out soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He's just going upstairs to say Goodbye to my mother.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, I get into the cab.  'Sorry I took so long,' I said, as we drove away.  'That stupid bitch was hiding under the bed.  I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out! She tried to take off, so I grabbed her by the neck.  Then, I had to wrap her in a blanket to keep her from scratching me.  But it worked! I hauled her fat ass downstairs and threw her out into the back yard!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab driver hit a parked car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-7802885547209028515?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/7802885547209028515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=7802885547209028515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7802885547209028515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/7802885547209028515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/02/saying-goodbye-to-mother.html' title='Saying goodbye to mother'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-2305875641090981252</id><published>2010-02-04T08:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:41:05.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydrogen Barackside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S2rcbj-_BSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dZeCn3patAA/s1600-h/hydrogen+barackside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434398266449921314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S2rcbj-_BSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dZeCn3patAA/s320/hydrogen+barackside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-2305875641090981252?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/2305875641090981252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=2305875641090981252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2305875641090981252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/2305875641090981252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/02/hydrogen-barackside.html' title='Hydrogen Barackside'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/S2rcbj-_BSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dZeCn3patAA/s72-c/hydrogen+barackside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-5424082284805883946</id><published>2010-02-03T10:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:47:54.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smartass wife</title><content type='html'>The other day I was reading a newspaper. On page two was a pictureof a famous politician and his gorgeous wife.Slightly jealous of the politician, I turned to my wife and said,“It’s unfair that the biggest jerks in the world catch the most beautiful wives.”My wife smiled and replied, “Why, thank you dear.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-5424082284805883946?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/5424082284805883946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=5424082284805883946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5424082284805883946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/5424082284805883946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/02/smartass-wife.html' title='Smartass wife'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-6624983856522759490</id><published>2010-02-03T10:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:25:52.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastard versus lawyer</title><content type='html'>For three years, the young attorney had been taking his briefvacations at a country inn. The last time, he’d finally managed anaffair with the innkeeper’s daughter. Looking forward to an excitingfew days, he dragged his suitcase up the stairs of the inn, thenstopped short. There sat his lover with an infant on her lap!“Helen, why didn’t you write or telephone me when you learnedyou were pregnant?” he cried. “I would have rushed up here, wecould have gotten married, and the baby would have my name!”“Well,” she said, “when my folks found out about my condition,we sat up all night talkin’ and talkin’ and decided it would bebetter to have a bastard in the family than a lawyer.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-6624983856522759490?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/6624983856522759490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=6624983856522759490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6624983856522759490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/6624983856522759490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/02/bastard-versus-lawyer.html' title='Bastard versus lawyer'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839984573757505963.post-801023509524194461</id><published>2010-02-03T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:24:04.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When you might have to be gay</title><content type='html'>Boss, to four of his employees: “I’m really sorry, but I’m going tohave to let one of you go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Employee: “I’m a protected minority.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female Employee: “And I’m a woman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest Employee: “Fire me, buster, and I’ll hit you with an age discrimination suit so fast it’ll make your head spin.”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which they all turn to look at the helpless young, white,male employee, who thinks a moment, then responds: . . . .“I think I might be gay…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8839984573757505963-801023509524194461?l=amoralcompass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/feeds/801023509524194461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8839984573757505963&amp;postID=801023509524194461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/801023509524194461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8839984573757505963/posts/default/801023509524194461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-you-might-have-to-be-gay.html' title='When you might have to be gay'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544712404353766634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SvCOC603io/SP59A9I_akI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lJCPp7pMZtA/S220/DSC04787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
