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 trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but DELIVER US FROM EVIL.
For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen †
 | JoAnn Leichliter on January 28th – 2017 Pres… |
 | Jeff on Tucker Carlson Discusses Trump… |
 | ZZZ on Another Promise Fulfilled… |
 | massivedeplorable on Tucker Carlson Discusses Trump… |
 | Sha on Prayer Requests – 9 |
 | JoeS on Trumpnomics is Happening… |
 | lizzieintexas on January 28th – 2017 Pres… |
| ZZZ on Another Promise Fulfilled… |
 | Howie on January 28th – 2017 Pres… |
| Howie on January 28th – 2017 Pres… |
 | WSB on Another Promise Fulfilled… |
| lizzieintexas on January 28th – 2017 Pres… |
 | waltherppk on Another Promise Fulfilled… |
 | KBR on Another Promise Fulfilled… |
 | stopislaminusa on Another Promise Fulfilled… |
A new day has dawned… literally for each of us and practically for our nation. The changes are clear and obvious and even those who do not want to see them will feel their impact. A very good Saturday to all of the denizens of the treehouse!
LikeLiked by 3 people
And to you, benzy!
LikeLiked by 1 person
If you listen to Willie Nelson’s playing you’ll hear a lot of licks that were clearly influenced by Jango.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Looks like Katica may have made another significant discovery:
LikeLiked by 4 people
Another good ‘un . . .
LikeLiked by 1 person
“I Carry A Gun” – Ultimate 2nd Amendment Gun Control Video
LikeLiked by 2 people
Caturday !
Leopard’s a cat, right?
LikeLiked by 2 people
TMVD, nimrodman.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Which is an (unintentional) triple pun. At the very least.
LikeLike
The feline contingent returning in triumph from Friday’s March for Life:
LikeLiked by 1 person
Proud pussy cats. The real deal!
LikeLiked by 1 person
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s about to be Saturday morning, and the place smells of sawdust and glue and paint.
I look at my boy’s face. I see me at that age, and I go back in time.
Many of you simply do not have experiences like this. Dad meets the Creeping Marxism of the 1970s.
The occasion – The Present: We are about to get into yet another Pinewood Derby with the Cub Scouts. I have tackled a few Pinewood Derbies now. Weight, wheels, axles, style. Got it. This will be the last, as we will finally move on to Boy Scouts by the next Pinewood Derby.
The paint is drying and we are contemplating weigh-in. Me, I am trying to figure out how and where I am needed to volunteer to make it all work while giving my son the precious, individual father-son experience that is precious beyond gold.
I can’t simply decide to not volunteer. The other Dads know me. They have seen me run weigh-in and run the timing, calculating the winners. I have rescued the deformed car that would not make it down the track because the kid was at quite a handicap with mom only – with no Dad in attendance to trouble-shoot at the well-stocked make-shift work bench at the rear of the elementary school auditorium. While I am looking at the other Dads to pull off this event, they are looking at me. We are looking at each other. Total Stone Soup.
I know too much. They know too much about me. I cannot claim that work calls me away from this Friday evening set-up, or the running of the event tomorrow. Of course, there is always some inscrutible problem on Friday night as we set up and test. Of course, somehow, we figure it out and know we can run the timing software and gear tomorrow, and so can finally go home.
I get home, and look at my boy, and his car. Always his, but our car.
My memory? –My Dad was swept up by the progressive thinking of the 70s. I heard about Cub Scouts, and so asked, and we did Cub Scouts – for one year. The Progs do not like anything smacking of order and ritual, of militarism, hierarchy, establishment, or obeisance. Cub Scouts disapated. Disappeared. Looking back, it is possible they might have asked us to never show our faces again, after that year…
My Dad did know politics, and local activism. He got himself appointed to Pack Leader. He is plenty nice enough, and well-spoken. Good management and organizational skills. Enthusiasm.
He wanted to erase all traces of militarism – he wanted to do away with uniforms. –For weeks, he told me my school behavior had to be good enough for me to get the neckerchief to go with the rest of my uniform. –Sears had the Cub Scout section (those of you of a certain age will remember the Sears Cub Scout section), and my Mom worked in the mall – but I never had the neckerchief. Hat, shirt, Tiger patch, Boy Scout book identifying the different types of tools and noting the difference between the sloop and the dinghy, but no neckerchief.
I don’t think he felt camaraderie with the other Dads, and so maybe we missed out on many discussions. After all we were not Baptist, or even Protestant – much less Catholic, like the extended family.
In the end, somehow all of this added up to this: we did not know that there was a weight limit in Pinewood Derby. So, we did not realize that if you did make a car, however beautiful, it would be nowhere near competitive because it would weigh far less than everyone else’s car.
I remember the car’s beauty. The particular shade of blue we painted it. In my memory, it remains beautiful in its shimmery medium blue.
Because the other Dads were humble enough, and normal enough, and not so bent on social change, to hear that the Pinewood Derby car weight limit was 5 ounces, and how to get close to that by adding weights to at least be competitive, I made my car, with my Dad’s help, but we never added weights like everyone else did. Beautiful but slow.
I can’t tell you how remote, how far away in time, but real, the memory remains. It was fun. I was with my Dad. I did not really care that my car was obviously slower than every other car – it was all totally new that the whole experience was itself enough. But to some degree I did care – I was puzzled about how everyone else could be “close,” with me a huge second behind them in a 5-second race.
Looking back, I now know all too well. In the 1970s, the Marxists had gotten their advance forces deployed – their ideas – anti-military, anti-nationalism, anti-militarism, hope, peace, and so on – deployed. In a way that normal people, with God-fearing parents, would entertain the new messages.
A few years ago, in the 2010s, I said in conversation to my Dad, “Those communists…” –And he abruptly said, “There are no Communists in America!” –He was keeping the faith – and still accepting the “red-baiting,” “McCarthyism” memes. They have been so successful.
At least I know what is going on so I can inform my kids. Not all of their memories will be peachy picture perfect. But at least they will not be testimony to the history of the roll-out of the surreptitious family-hating and nation-hating philosophy of the Communists.
I will fail again tomorrow. We will not win. But we will be part of a God-fearing, nation-loving community. Because we Dads discuss the event, we will have done the several things you do to be competitive, and my son’s car will be somewhere in the middle of the pack, all of us will secretly hope to pop out ahead, and we will all be glad for the kid, and his Dad, that do come out ahead.
And we will be happy, and will have fun, and will have memories and relationships.
It is not about being normal for the sake of being normal. It is about not tearing apart normal in the hopes of ushering in a fantasy world someone has sold to you with vague promises, and you buying the fantasy so much that those around you suffer the fantasy. Here in the real world, we will be happy, and will have fun, and will have memories and relationships.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I hear ya lastdemocrat.
Mc Carthy was Right!
And I wish My Dad had tried harder to teach me Americanism.
But We Will do what We can.
And that has to be enough.
LikeLiked by 1 person
More TV personalities in 2017… Barbara Hale
http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/barbara-hale-dead-perry-mason-893891
LikeLiked by 1 person
I would like to see a pin about the size of a 1/2 dollar with that lion licking his paw with The letters TRUMP in gold over the top.
LikeLiked by 1 person
What are the chances of President Trump ending DACA? I know He said something about a decision in the next four weeks. 🙂
LikeLike
As Renaldo Maximus famously said;
“There ya go again.”
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ok, ok, ok, it’s Caturday. I hear you… 👿
LikeLiked by 1 person
Posted Henri parts 1 & 2 coupla weeks ago. Here are parts 3 & 4:
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a million for Henri, JC. It is so funny and so very French! I forwarded it to a friend last time, and she sent it on to hrr daughter (who is fluent in French). They have watched them all. It even revived my long ago high school French (a bit).
LikeLiked by 1 person
LikeLiked by 1 person
Happy Caturday!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Henriette Ronner-Knip 1878
LikeLiked by 1 person
Herecometheeggs
It’s Caterday…Where’s MaDoNnA?
/s
LikeLiked by 1 person