The Two Minute Warning Whistle

Sometimes I think I was born too early. Although many who preceded me
can probably say the same thing. We came before the technological age
of miracles, when we had to do many things by hand, the long way, to get
by and survive without the conveniences and entitlements of today.

Being first generation, having one foot in America and one foot out of
respect, in the heritage of my parents, was an additional step to contend
with. Having watched how they assimilate in their new home country, and
the thought of their fear and uncertainty and pride I have for their
fortitude that made it possible for me to be born American. They made it
without all the advantages society offers to everyone today, if you are willing
to exert the effort.

Their integrity, hard work and respect for the law in their new country set an
example for us to follow, that started when they applied to emigrate from their
birth land to here. It was their intent to partake, with humility, in the opportunities
America had to offer and leave behind the reasons they left.

It is not xenophobic or racist, to resent those who enter our country unlawfully
availing themselves of liberal freebies without assimilating into American society;
but wanting to change us into their culture and the tyranny they left behind.
Many bring unsavory baggage with them they refuse to confiscate, demanding,
instead of humble gratitude.

During my formidable years, I lived and experienced a great depression and a
world war that had influence in shaping the who and the why of me. Every penny
was prioritized for necessity; not for frivolity that plagues today's "me" generation.
There were few, if any toys, bicycles, sports gear or costly concerts and entertain-
ment, inducing creativity to fill our leisure time. We didn't consider ourselves
deprived or expect others to hand it to us. Slush funds were unheard of by families
in those days, because there was no extra money left over after putting food on the
table and clothing us, with much sacrifice in personal need for our parents.

Generations following mine roll their eyes when they hear or read anything that
sounds like what I write. A lot of manners, decency and respect has died, replaced
by greed, self absorption and indifference. It is disheartening when moral level is
lowered, to mimic those at the bottom rung of society, namely stoners and
promiscuous losers when it hits close to home. The collateral damage, often caused
 by uncontrolled progress.

Now, at my age, I hear the two minute warning whistle, and the game is nearly over
for me. I don't want to be the last man standing, because it has been too painful to
lose so many loved ones and dear friends. If I go into over time, there will be no one
left to say good-by.

Like the political question oft asked, "are you better off today than 6 years ago?" I
can give the same answer when comparing it from the time I saw my first light, even
with all the ups and downs, struggles, setbacks, joys and heartbreaks.....NO! That
 negative answer was induced by the President, who is hell bent on destroying tradition
through divisiveness. He was not raised in a traditional family and wants to even the
score. exacerbating the decline of our nation's moral fiber and Judeo/Christian values.

Even though we had so much less yesteryear, their was so much more in civility
and honesty when coping with the negatives. When God becomes an inconvenience
toward doing our own thing, our country is in trouble; but I hope to be able to leave
this life on a high note.

Conservative article by George Giftos

Jihad vs We The People

This Youtube Video is from Wild Bill for America. It speaks on the subject of Special Operations Speaks calling on all Americans to take a stand against the threat of Islam.

“Aah, The Rigors of Getting Older”

Life is predictable, everyone gets older, whether we like it or not. Some of us age gracefully, some of us try to postpone the ravages of aging by getting a nip and a tuck, here and there or everywhere.

So, what are some of the general signs of getting older. One obvious one is the simple act of getting up and out of a chair or a couch. During our younger years we jumped up and out in an instant, but now we have to get help by maneuvering back and forth or by getting a helping hand and a helpful pull up. It’s embarrassing how “unagile” we’ve become.

Many of us, when we reached forty, had difficulty reading the newspaper or a restaurant menu, but had no problem seeing a good looking guy or gal some 50 yards away and could see what they were or were not wearing, and whether it matched or not. From that time on, we invested in reading glasses, not just one pair, but several, to be available at an instant’s notice, in time of need, which now seems to be all the time.

Another vexation of getting older is those sneaky aches and pains that pop up at unexpected times without any reasonable expectation of figuring out why, where, or what you did to deserve this ache and pain. The term “ pain in the neck” can be taken more literally as we get older rather than the other definition of being an obnoxious person.

Since we older folk are encouraged to exercise by our doctors, our family, and our friends, little mention is made about the exercise gained by walking to the bathroom, to empty our bladders, sometimes 3 times or more per night, much to our dismay, chagrin and annoyance, and about our disrupted sleep, right in the middle of a dream about Clark Gable or Marilyn Monroe, as luck would have it. Talk about walking zombies? Boris Karloff had nothing on us.

Our friends, as we age, get fewer and fewer and they eventually disappear all together, depending on how long we live. When reading a newspaper when we were younger, we either turned to the fashion section or the sports section, but now, as we age, we go right to the obituary section. By the way, did you notice that everybody who died, died alphabetically according to the newspaper? If our name isn’t there, we move on to another section, with a big sigh of relief.

Talking about health, or lack of it, did you notice that when we meet a friend or someone new, the talk inevitably centers on the status of your health or their health. It’s something like giving or getting an “ organ recital”, my heart, my liver, my kidney’s etc., etc. Instead of names, we could refer to each other by our blood pressure figures, “ Hi, 135 over 70 or “Hi, 125 over 75”. This would save us a lot of small, meaningless talk and get right down to the nitty-gritty.

In conclusion, another one of the rigors of getting older is the slow progression of finding out that the foods we once gulped down with no problem, and with gusto when we were younger, which now cause us all kinds of trouble, especially in the area of creating that social pollutant called - methane gas. One positive result is that it does cause us to smile more often in order to camouflage our indiscretion to others who unfortunately happened to be near us at the time. What kind of an “eating” grin do they call that?

So, keep on smiling and grow old gracefully, and never look back, something might be gaining on you.

Conservative commentary by Chuck Lehmann

President Reagan's Address to the Nation About Christmas from 1981

President Reagan's Address to the Nation About Christmas and the Situation in Poland from 12/23/81

This blast from the past shows what a Real President sounds and acts like. A President of the United States of America should fight tyranny not impose it on our citizens.

Twas the night before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas,

And all through the house,

Not creature was stirring,

Not even the Louse.

The stockings were hung,

On the fireplace with care,

In hopes that jolly St. Sharpton,

Soon would be there.

When all of a sudden,

Wif a rattle and roar,

Down the chimney he came,

That little black whore.

He cursed and he blasphemed,

Taking Obama to task,

Where’d dat bum go?

He queried and axxed?

But Obama the chicken,

Had flown his White coop.

He was basking in Hawaii,

Wif his skin-colored female troop.

He was livin’ it up,

While Sharpton steamed.

Sharpy had come for free stuff,

And to partake of largess,

He knowed he wuz stood up,

And so, just to digress,

He went to the drawer,

Where the silver was kept,

And he filled up his sack,

‘Til nuffin wuz left.

It was then he turned,

And wif a wink of his eye,

He left through a window,

Without sayin’, ‘Goodbye’.

He got what he came for,

‘Twas sumpin’ for nuffin,

Paid for by sumbody else.

He jumped into his Limo,

A pink PimpMobile it wuz,

Stocked wif stolen booze,

And six tacky white HO’s.

As into the D.C. sky he arose,

Wif alla his White House loot,

He were heard to ‘exclaim’,

“Screw you Obama, all right?”

I be duh Pressydent, tonight.”

 MORT KUFF © 12-19-2014

Stories Liberals Tell: How Conservatives Can Win Back the Culture

 

The lowly Liberals have dominated the storytelling and culture making industries for some time now. So we ask how do Conservatives win back the hearts and minds of America? Find out with this Video, as Bill Whittle takes a look at what has made Leftie Hollywood such a success. Bill Whittle points to a path for the Right. Because, if we, real Americans, lose the culture for good, we will lose in the ballot boxes too.