|APR 13 2014||
|APR 13 2014||
Someday, I would like to manage my own land. Well, I guess I do already. Those pickles I’m going to make in July ain’t gonna “cucumber” themselves out of the ground. With bigger stomachs growing around here, I have to get those beds planted, and per the dates in the Farmer’s Almanac, rain or—believe it or not you Global Warming Fruitcakes—SNOW.
So…the Bundy thing.
|APR 12 2014||
Look, if you want me to compare the Administration of Prez Hussein to Nazi Germany, I really don’t have time to write a book, and I’m not interested in keeping myself up half the night wondering what Hitler-esque thing Prez Hussein did the day before and how am I going to present it in a tactful way?
Okay, you dragged it out of me: the exorbitant and inflationary printing of money to fund Government programs, Islamo-Nazi sympathies and unquestioning militarism, a propagandistic and manipulated Press, Government control over what we eat and what kind of health care we get (including who gets to live (re: abortions) and who gets to die (re: death panels))
|APR 06 2014||
Does it not seem strange to you that a man may be raised from the dead?
Does it not seem stranger to you that God can have many wives and live on a planet called Kolob?
Yeah, that’s pretty weird, too.
|APR 02 2014||
Somebody remind me the next time I’m President of the United States and I suffer a stroke, that we have a line-of-succession clause in the Constitution that provides a nice, neat exchange of government and that I can spend the rest of my days in peace…and quiet…and that I don’t have to worry about perfidy or strangers wanting me to sign something or steal something or…whatever. And if I don’t trust just anybody, maybe I could rely on my wife to convince me to resign, doncha think? Or maybe my Vice-President…?
I realize there are lots of “What Ifs?” in life and that because I think it would happen a certain way if I were in that position, doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t do it the exact same way.