Happy New Year

 

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I plan to be at home,  watching it rain and quietly watching Josh Whedon’s “Serenity”.

Take care!

~~GreyBeard

An Email for today

The following came to me via email today,  on the date of Saddam Hussein’s hanging. ~~GreyBeard 

 

“”The lady who wrote this letter is Pam Foster of Pamela Foster and Associates in Atlanta . She’s been in business since 1980 doing interior design and home planning. She recently wrote a letter to a family member serving in Iraq …

“Are we fighting a war on terror or aren’t we? Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001?

Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan , across the Potomac from our nation’s capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania ?

Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn’t they?

And I’m supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was “desecrated” when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet?

Well, I don’t. I don’t care at all.

I’ll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11.

I’ll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime in Saudi Arabia .

I’ll care when Abu Musab al-Zarqawi tells the world he is sorry for hacking off Nick Berg’s head while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat.

I’ll care when the cowardly so-called “insurgents” in Iraq come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in mosques.

I’ll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their suicide bombs.

I’ll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law instead of the United States Constitution’s Bill of Rights.

In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave marine roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don’t care.

When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college-hazing incident, rest assured that I don’t care.

When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank that I don’t care.

When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed “special” food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being “mishandled,” you can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts that I don’t care.

And oh, by the way, I’ve noticed that sometimes it’s spelled “Koran” and other times “Quran.” Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and —- you guessed it – - I don’t care ! ! ! ! !

If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your e-mail friends. Sooner or later, it’ll get to the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior!

If you don’t agree, then by all means hit the delete button.

Should you choose the latter, then please don’t complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims happen here in our great country.

I am not deleting this, I am sending it on, but only after

I add:

–”Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world. But, the Marines don’t have that problem.”

– Ronald Reagan

I have another quote that I would like to add AND…….

I hope you forward this such as I have.

 

“If we ever forget that we’re One Nation Under God,

then we will be a nation gone under.”

also by… Ronald Reagan”"

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River Fish Report

At 10am,  it’s 38 degree’s and mostly sunny,  with very little wind.  The fishing on the AuGres River is picking up.

The river is packed with small minnows,  which in turn are drawing in the Walleye, Pike, and a few Trout.  The Perch were spotty yesterday,  but it looks like Walleye are the predominate fish right now.  Nothing huge,  but enough keepers that we had a nice Walleye dinner for 4 last night, (washed down with a 2002 Raftshol Chardonnay),  and froze half a dozen Perch for the next Perch fry.

~~GB

Funerals

Sitting in the funeral home this afternoon,  an odd feeling came over me.  It’s strange how when attending an event such as a funeral,  when you see friends you haven’t see in a while,  you notice how they’ve grown older.  You also notice how their children have grown,  and aged.  You know they’re noticing the same type of things about you.  You realize that those who used to be children,  now have children.

When you see someone often,  the changes of time are very gradual,  but this afternoon,  was like putting things in fast forward. 

The man the funeral was for was another WWII vet,  like my father.  There were a few similarities;  the folded flag,  a few memorials with huntings dog, and woodland scenes.  The shell of a once strong man, surrounded by family and friends,  awaiting his final resting place.

I particularly noticed one of the framed memorial pictures.  It was a picture of a misty woodland,  with a large buck just appearing through the fog in distance,  and a partrige sitting under the rolling mists in the forground.   The thought that kept rolling through my head was, “if that’s heaven,  I think I might have been there”.   And for a while I drifted in thoughts of the last time I hunted or hiked a foggy ridge on a crisp fall morning.  There’s just something about a misty fog covered ridge,  with and occasional shaft of sunlight.  The heavyness of the air,  the strength of the scent,  the quiet.  Good Stuff,  Maybe it’s what the entrance to heaven is like?

~~GB

 

The days between

Here we are between Christmas and New Years,  still looking at rainy skies and unseasonably warm weather.

We were down state for the family holiday party for a couple of days,  and while there we learned of the death of an old friends father.  So, we got a good night’s sleep at home last night,  and today we head downstate again.

We’ve been through the holiday death of a parent a couple of times now,  so I know how much our support will be appreciated. 

Those of you who can,  Have a Happy New Year,  and for those who’s holidays will be muted this year,  my condolences.  Buckle up,  remember the good times,  and know that life will go on.

 ~~GB 

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