Give them the finger!

BLUE INK SOLIDARITY Ten-year-old Shelby Dangerfield of Billings, Montana, has launched a campaign to show solidarity with Iraqi voters. She is suggesting that we show our support by inking our fingers too. I love the idea.

I see it as symbolic of so many things. Solidarity with the Iraqis, the finger in the eye to terrorists, support for our troops who many said would never be able to pull this off.

I don't know if Shelby has a day in mind; but this Friday I will ink my finger to show my support.

See http://www.michellemalkin.com/ for more.

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what would I write?

I have been reading the news wires and blogs about the man from California that parked his car on the tracks to commit suicide. He then had a change of heart and jumped from the car right before impact. I'm sure that even he didn't think about the mess he was about to cause. He now faces 11 murder charges and possibly the death penalty; deservidely so.

But the story that intrigues me is the one of a man named John who found himself trapped, injured and bleeding. In the caotic moments after the crash, he dipped his finger into his blood and wrote on a piece of the wreckage {I love(heart) my kids. . . I love(heart) my wife} something to that effect. I don't have the news clips in front of me now. When he was finally rescued later, his rescuers were rendered to tears that he was thinking of them and used his own blood to "pen" them his last words.

If you had a moment or two. . . what would you write to those you hold dear? Or for that matter, what could you write to express your feeling even if you have a thousand tomorrows? Shouldn't this be something we wear on our sleaves every day? If I knew I was going to die tomorrow, could I write or record all I want to leave to my wife, son and daughters?

Could I tell my wife that see is my world and that being "one" with her on every level is the best thing God gave me? That she is every day the vision of beauty I saw as she turned to come down an aile to marry me? Would I have time to tell my son how to play ball, and treat women, and to be a real friend. Would my daughters know that they are indeed princeses and I want to see them grow into strong feminine women and mothers someday.

Have I done this. . . enough times that they would remember if I were gone? I pray to God that I do this as often as I can.

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and one more thing

All I heard from the left during the presidential campaign was that "Bush will overturn Roe v. Wade. We have to stop Bush from taking away our rights".

Roe v. Wade will possibly be overturned by the court due to "Roe" now realizing that she was used as a pawn to get to the court and getting this rediculous law in the first place.

But also there are two very high profile cases that will have decisions that could porve catastrophic for abortion on demand. One is the Scott Peterson case where he is accused of murdering his unborn son or fetus as pro-abortionists like to call it(him). If this unborn "it" is actually a "him" and someone can go to jail for killing him, well then maybe the doctor could then be liable.

Also the Bobbie Jo Stinnett case where a woman is murdered and then her unborn 8th month gestational "fetus" is cut from her and is healthy and doing just marvelous. Had she woke up that morning and called her doctor and decided to have an abortion, she could have been dialated had the babys body removed, and then with the head still inside, the doctor could have killed the baby and removed it. This too will have ramifications.

And then there is the fact that Planned Parenhood's condom failure rate is the highest failure rate; some where around 15%. Add to this that 105 million dollars in profit come to PP from abortion and it's easy to see a conflict of interest. Give out condoms that fail. . . women get pregnant. . . PP abort the babys and make a profit.

Roe v. Wade will be overturned or significantly restricted due to the fact that it's bad law and there are cases that the court will have to decide that will influence R v. W.

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Roe v. Wade 32 years later

Well, we can now see the results of writing law from the bench, instead of looking at legislation written by elected reprsentative and checking it with the constitution. 32 years after Roe v. Wade, and we are devided as ever over this rediculous law. Even the "Roe" wants this decision overturned.

I don't want to hear about choice. I don't want to hear about birth abnormalities. I know women, college educated, financially stable women who have killed their babys for no other reason than to cover their asses. They didn't want family to know/feel embarrased. . . they didn't want to change their lifestyle. Nothing but selfishness.

I was there to see the heart beats of my three at 6 weeks. I was just looking at an ultra sound from my son. I was showing how his spine and some other bones can be seen at three months into the pregnancy. I think back to coming home from work and having my wife tell me to talk to the baby. She didn't feel the baby move all day. I put my lips on her belly and the baby(all three) would kick and jump. And then she knew all was right. It is the only time I have ever asked anyone to kick me in the mouth, and it was the best times getting kicked in the mouth I'll probably get.

For all those millions lost to bad law

Lullaby For The Innocents

(never to be sung)

Hear now a lullaby
You'll never hear
For your life was something
That wasn't held dear
You need not a lullaby
For you do not weep
Nor love's arms to hold you
In death you do sleep.

What your life might have been
We'll never know
A miracle happened
But there's nothing to show
We're left with this sorrow
But hope all the same
That in heaven there's Someone
Who knows you by name.

From "Sleep sound in Jesus" by Michael Card

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Hop in. . . we'll sink together

Every now and then I find myself paddling my boat upstream against a raging current and the falls are getting closer and closer behind me. It could be any number of things; it's not even important to list them. I keep seeing pictures of myself in a mad fury trying to get that very last stroke in before the doom.

There is only one thing that brings comfort in these times; others are busy with their boats too and some have already crashed. I know it sounds horrible. The saying goes “misery loves company”. It’s not so much that I enjoy seeing others suffering so. . . but I get comfort in knowing it’s not just me; I’m not weird.

Disclaimer: I am weird. I’m just not that weird.

Sleep has been an unfamiliar friend lately. Somehow, one way or another, the kids seem to wake me at least once every night. I’m a light sleeper and if I do “wake” up, I’m up. . . way up for hours. Then I hear from someone in another country that has the same problem (more or less).

It’s also very comforting that I have a belief in God that lets me know that He knows. He knows the number of hairs on my receding hairline, He knows past present and future. He is concerned with the hopping of a sparrow. He may not always push the boat, but he controls water and gives quiet little eddies now and then so I can catch my breath.

So, if you find yourself ”up a crick”. . . hop in with me. We’ll either paddle our way out or go down the falls, but we are (probably) in this together.

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the obligatory family pic

Cmas04
Originally uploaded by tgears.

When you've read this blog, I know you've pictured me as six foot tall and handsome. This picture screams a thousand words to the contrary. See what marriage will do to a man!

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USA: caretakers of the world

I just found this on Boortz.com.
It's in the Neal's Nuze section. I will have to describe it because I don't know how to post a picture here in the "off gassing" part. HEY! I'm working on it people! BTW. . . that was said emphatically and sternly.

There are four men, obviously from the area the picture was taken, carrying a stretcher with a victim of the tidal wave. Directly behind them in the scene, is another person wearing a T-shirt with a picture of Osama bin Laden.

American aid is rushing to these victims of this tragedy. And they hate us. They will complain about our life style and our power and yet it is capitalism and our entrepenureal spirit that enables the USA to be there for everyone else.

Just a thought.

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I resolutly resolve

I'm always amazed at how fast the years go by now that I'm an adult.

DISCLAIMER: any mention of the term "adult" is merely a reference to having celebrated the day of my birth 43 times. The term "adult" does not necessarily indicate that I, in any way act my age nor act anything like t typical adult. See also maturity.

Remember back to when we were young and would be waiting for a certain date to arrive? birthday? summer vacation? Christmas? driving? first kiss? It would take forever. And a day.

I was just thinking last night that W-2's will be out February 2, and then taxes are due again. The ink is not dry on my last check yet. Time is flying by me. This all started when I became an "adult".

So. I hereby declare that I shed all references to adulthood and am going back to being a child: you know. . . kid.

This will also help me explain why I'm playing with my sons toys he got for Christmas! So I hereby declare that I will play more with my kids this year. I will stop sitting around on my fat butt and do more things to keep me kid-like.

Now excuse me. . .GI Joe is on a top secret recon mission to inspect Barbie's camp and new plane.

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