Our father, who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be thy name;
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done.
On earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread;
And forgive us our debts
As we have forgiven our debtors;
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
And the power,
And the glory,
Forever. Amen

The Ten Cannots
- You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.
- You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
- You cannot help little men by tearing down big men.
- You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer.
- You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
- You cannot establish sound security on borrowed money.
- You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.
- You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than you earn.
- You cannot build character and courage by destroying men's initiative and independence.
- And you cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they can and should do for themselves.

William J. H. Boetcker, 1873-1962

This was read in a speech by Ronald Reagan in 1992

God did not create evil.

Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart.

Copy and paste this.... Biden has an email and Obama doesn't.
 
Vice President Joe Biden:   vice_president@whitehouse.gov
 
Also let's start calling these Talk Shows, and tell them to stop talking about
What politician they don't like..  Talk Energy policies and DRILLING!! Look at the Oil Futures Prices they are going Up Again!...OPEC is the cause.

If you agree just forward this to vice_president@whitehouse.gov

SUBJECT LINE: A Solution to the Oil and Gas Crisis

Dear Vice President Biden

I am deeply concerned about our dependence on foreign oil and the consequences we are facing as a nation for this dependence.

The current oil price crisis is adversely affecting each and every American, myself and my family included.

It is time for action. Here are the steps I would like to see taken immediately to save us from even higher fuel costs.

1.) DRILL FOR OIL NOW! Approve fast-track legislation to begin extracting oil and natural gas from the ANWR, the OCS and deep waters in the Gulf of Mexico, thus reducing foreign dependence.

2.) REFINE OIL NOW! Approve fast-track legislation to build at least four new, strategically placed oil refineries throughout the U.S. along with building new pipeline infrastructure to deliver finished product.

3.) STRONG DOLLAR NOW! The federal government must freeze new spending and reduce our $9.4 trillion national debt and deficits. This action will immediately strengthen the dollar and help reduce inflation.

4.) Ask President Obama to Address the Nation on all Networks, and announce he

is issuing a Presidential Order to Open responsibly areas in ANWAR and off the Coasts to drilling.

Thank you in advance for your efforts on our behalf.

Sincerely,

What was my Mother Thinking!


My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting

board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food
poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw
sometimes too, our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown
paper bag not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting e coli?

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a
pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a
pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high
top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic
shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall
any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much
safer we are now.

Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be
much harder than gym.

Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson [and provided comic
relief] by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and
hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only
knew we could have sued the school system.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem and
staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.
We must have had horribly damaged psyches.

I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or
condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give
us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the
sniffles.

What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours
wore a hat and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed
to be proud of myself.

I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station,
Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.

I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the
denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day
about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant lot, built forts out of
branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be
the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play
on that lot? He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence
around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared
intruder alarm.

Oh yeah.... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got
that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction
sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of
Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine
did) and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency
room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then
Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly
vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got
our butt spanked (physical abuse) here too and then we got butt spanked
again when we got home.

Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked down
the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks
(Remember why Tonka trucks were made tough .. it wasn't so that they could
take the rough Berber in the family room), and Dad drove a car with leaded
gas.

Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure
that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on
two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger
they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent

Summers were spent behind the push lawn mower and I didn't even know that
mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic
blade-stop or an auto-drive. How sick were my parents? Of course my
parents weren't the only psychos. I recall Donny Reynolds from next door
coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell
off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead
she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a
neighborhood run amuck.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they
were from a dysfunctional family.. How could we possibly have known that?
We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes?

We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even
notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever
survive?

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA