I don’t need sexy insurance

A car crash on Jagtvej in Copenhagen, Denmark.

A car crash on Jagtvej in Copenhagen, Denmark. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: A cheeseburger.

English: A cheeseburger. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

GEICO, Not Gekko

GEICO, Not Gekko (Photo credit: ehpien)

I like my sexy underwear and I enjoy feeling sexy, when I do feel like being sexy, but I don’t need sexy car insurance. In fact, I despise the fact that Geico feels it necessary to use sex to sell insurance.

You know the commercial. The one with the guy talking dirty into the phone at 3:00 a.m. when his wife catches him. He does sound as if he is on the phone with a call girl or a mistress. This is because he is trying to sound that way. Geico wants us to associate Geico Auto Insurance with ‘having a good time.’

I would actually like for someone to take a poll so I can learn just how many men buy Geico insurance because they believe it is a sexy insurance. Really? They can’t use anything else except the oldest game in town to sell insurance?

How about other commercials that imply sex is involved? Do any of us really want a sexy cheeseburger? I eat my food, not make love to it. In all honesty, if we eat too many cheeseburgers, there won’t be any sex.

I’d like to think man has evolved past the notion that sex has to be a part of everything in life. If you are as tired as I am of these disgusting commercials, change the channel as soon as these ads air. Wait three minutes, then turn back to the channel that aired the ad. They get the message that you turned the commercial off. If enough of us do this, they get the message that we don’t think it’s cute to imply that our husbands get out of bed at 3:00 a.m. to talk dirty to an insurance rep.

JFK: The day the world ended

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English: Aerial view of the port and city of Mobile, Alabama, USA. The view is from the harbor on Mobile Bay to the northwest over the central area of the city. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Montage of sights in Mobile, Alabama.

English: Montage of sights in Mobile, Alabama. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was in third grade and more than a month away from turning eight. I will always remember the day John Kennedy was shot.

My class had just returned to the classroom after having participating in a bomb drill. Attending school in Mobile, Alabama had it perks. We actually had bomb shelters on the school grounds. Usually, the class would remain where we were, squat beside our desks, place our arms over our heads and pray. It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized protecting my head during an atomic bomb was ludicrous. Had I known the reason for the drills, I would have run out into the midst of the bomb. I really don’t relish the thought of living through one.

As my class settled in and returned to work, there was an announcement over the PA system that our President had been shot and killed. My teacher immediately began to cry. When she had composed herself, she dismissed the entire class. I was terrified. I just wanted to find my sister who attending the same school in the fourth grade.

As my sister and I walked home from school, we tried to console each other. We thought the world had ended, just like our great-grandmother had taught us would happen.

As it turned out, the world had ended, just not like we had been taught in the bible. Innocence had died by the hands of those who shot our president.

Desperate People

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God the Father 21 (Photo credit: Waiting For The Word)

Everywhere you look, there are desperate people. You can see it in their faces and hear it in their voices. Desperate to earn a living, to send their kids to school, to pay the rent or the doctor bills. No jobs in America. You know it is bad when illegals decide to go home.

I hear tales of robbery in broad daylight in communities around the nation. This will get increasingly worse as time goes on. People have tried most everything to earn a paycheck. I know of people who are endorsing products they would never buy for their own families because they know the products are worthless.

I don’t think Americans have any real clue as to what hard times really are. Children today can’t imagine life without all the luxuries they enjoy. They think they have a right to these things. If we look at all things God told us not to do and compare this with what America not only allows, but endorses and encourages, it is no mystery why things are falling apart at the seams.

Sinkholes are appearing everywhere. Do you think fracking has anything to do with these giant holes? Man can only do so much to the earth before there are grave consequences. I don’t believe man has affected the weather to the degree that some are trying to sell us on, but we haven’t done the earth much good, either.

If you look for them on Facebook, twitter, blogs and in the marketplace, you can find desperate people. They try to be discreet, but you can see the beginning of panic in the requests they make or the things they post. It breaks your heart to see it.

No one knows how much pain we must endure in the coming years, but one thing holds steady. God said not to fear. If we believe and faint not, he will bring us safely to the other side. The key is to know that you know, that you know God has the answer to all of your problems. There is no room for doubt.

Imagine how God feels when you wring your hands in fear and doubt about how to pay the bills when he has told you he would provide for all your needs?  You might as well say to God, “I know you have the power God, but I still don’t believe you will do what you say you will do.” It isn’t about deserving something. You feed your children whether they have obeyed you or not. You provide them with warmth, comfort, love and security. God wants to do this for all of us. There is only one requirement, we have to believe. We have to go to the bank to deposit the check that we don’t have in our hands yet, but knowing God will provide it.

Some desperate people you just can’t help. They refuse to believe. For those who do, remind them of the love of God. Take that look of desperation off the faces of those you care about. Let them know there is a way to survive the chaos.








Would you have paid the cost?

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en: Freedoms Foundation at Valley Forge, Wayne, PA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Human rights in the United States

Human rights in the United States (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


OUR FREEDOMS AND RIGHTS – NARA – 516307 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We, as a nation, will celebrate our independence from our Mother Country in a few hours. As time goes past, we tend to forget the high price that was paid for the freedoms we enjoy today. Thousands of lives were sacrificed so we could become the mighty nation we are today. If our freedom had depended upon you and me, would you have been willing to die so future generations could live as we live today?

I have not always appreciated the fact that my freedoms were paid for by strangers from the past. As I get older, I think on this subject more because it would seem that another war is brewing. What war is that? The war that must be fought to regain the freedoms that our present government is slowly taking away from us today. When we look at the pattern that is becoming apparent, we can see that we will soon relinquish our freedom to chose our own doctors and health insurance policies. We are quickly losing the freedom to purchase and own guns and ammunition. Soon, we will no longer be able to come and go from America as we have always done in the past.

There are many rights or freedoms that will be taken from us in the near future. The bible predicted it and thus, it must be. Would you be willing to take up arms and stand in the front line to defend our freedoms? Are you content that your daughters might one day be forced to live under Sharia law? Is your life so precious to you that you would hide behind the closet door to keep from putting yourself in harm’s way?

Somebody died for you so you could live the life you live today. Would you die to protect these freedoms, if need be? This is just a question to ask yourself. As for me, if the war comes, give me a gun and stick me in the front line. I am ready to die to defend the freedoms my grandchildren now have. I would die for my brothers and sister and their children. I might have 40 more years to live, but I would give up those years so those I love could live in peace and with freedom.

Christ paid the cost that was set by His Father to secure our freedom to step into the presence of an Almighty God. He was a young man. But there were too many flaws in this world for him to accept. He would rather give up His life in this world so we could enjoy the gifts of the new world. He paid the price. Christ didn’t fight a war. He laid down His life for us. “Here it is, Father. If this is the price to secure their freedom, I will pay it.”

Whatever happens in the years to come, we must ask ourselves, “Am I willing to pay the price of freedom so others can live free?” There are two enemies we are facing: Satan and those on earth who are following him. We can choose to stay and fight the enemies or lay down our lives and let others fight the fight. Either choice is a leap of faith. As Christians, we fight two enemies daily. We fight the ones we can see and the ones we see evidence of.

Are we the kind of people who would have paid the price as our ancestors did? Are we the kind of people who would tell others about Christ, even if it meant losing our own life? There are both types of people living in our world today. Do we know if we are one of these?







President or puppet?

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English: Seal of the President of the United States Español: Escudo del Presidente de los Estados Unidos Македонски: Печат на Претседателот на Соединетите Американски Држави. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am beginning to wonder if we have a President or a Puppet. I am reminded of the silly childhood banter, ‘Whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you.’ The point was, if someone called you a dummy, a turdhead, stupid, etc., it would bounce off of you and stick to the name-caller.
Our President, or puppet, appears to cause all blame to bounce off him and stick to the accuser. Obama knows nothing about Benghazi, nothing about the IRS scandal and nothing about the two brothers who bombed the Marathon. It would seem that Obama is either a face puppet who isn’t told anything (he is just the face of the presidency), he is a moron or he just doesn’t care enough to know what is going on in the world.

His many vacations make it appear that he just doesn’t care what goes on in the world. After all, you only get to be President twice. Why not milk it for all it’s worth? I think the truth is that Obama knows exactly what he is doing. He just doesn’t want us to know what he is up to. He has big plans and he won’t let anything get in the way.

I have never seen a President get away with so much. Let’s impeach him and put him out of our misery. He can have the last laugh, just make sure it is the last.

Illegal Mexicans Receive Food Stamps Paid for by Americans

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English: Logo of the . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In the Daily Mail, this article leaps off the page:

A Spanish-language leaflet that the U.S. Department of Agriculture has provided to the Mexican Embassy in Washington advises border-crossing Mexicans that they can collect taxpayer-funded food stamp benefits for their children without admitting that they’re illegal immigrants.

Underlined and in boldface type, the document tells immigrants who are unlawfully in the United States that, ‘You need not divulge information regarding your immigration status in seeking this benefit for your children.’

The USDA’s Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP), commonly known as food stamps, is funded in order to prevent hunger by helping poor families maintain a basic level of nutrition for both adults and children.

While this may not seem like much to some people, it means that an estimated 15 to 20 million Mexican citizens are living in America, paying no taxes, sending money back to Mexico and claiming their children – most of whom live in Mexico with grandparents – as dependents so they can receive the maximum amount of food stamps allowed under the law.

Who pays for this food? American citizens, who can’t receive food stamps because they make $25 dollars a month too much to qualify, pay for the food stamps.

So, let’s break this down. An American family, where the mother and father both work, but earn just a little over minimum wage, don’t qualify for food stamps. They need help providing for their two children because their wages aren’t enough to pay rent, auto insurance, utilities, clothes for the children, gas for the car and buy food. However, their taxes pay for a family living in America illegally. A man and woman with two children living in America, with six more children living in Mexico, receives food stamps for eight children and themselves. These food stamps were paid for by the young couple with two children, who are American citizens.

I believe in helping your fellow man. I don’t believe Americans should be paying to feed Mexicans while the Americans go without food and struggle to keep a roof over their heads. The Mexicans are working, don’t have to pay taxes, send money to Mexico and will retire to Mexico where American dollars will stretch  further.

Mexicans are pulling a scam with the help of the American government. Americans need to stand up and scream, “This is bullshit and I am not playing this game anymore.” Our government steals our money and spends it however it deems fit. We are crazy for allowing this to happen now that we have become aware.

Nobody wants to talk about the fact that there will soon be more freeloaders than there are workers to support them. Americans have become so burdened with the debt of others that they are just before collapsing. One wonders, ” Will the rats hang on until the last American is dead, or will they jump ship and go home to Mexico?”

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Little Common Sense

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Largest Bankruptcies (Photo credit: Adam Crowe)

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English: the log of the political part the common sense party (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There is little-to-no common sense in the world, by and large, anymore.  The US government makes and passes laws that people can’t comply with because industry is told they must use a particular additive in all gasoline or pay a heavy fine. Because the additive does not exist and no one knows how to create it, the industry must pay the fines and go bankrupt. Who passes a law knowing it is physically impossible to obey? Who wants particular companies or industries to go bankrupt and need a government bailout? Makes you wonder, right?

Washington has no sense at all. We have a man acting as President when we have proof that he is not a citizen of America. What are our Congress and Senators doing about it? Nothing. Obamacare can’t be implemented because it costs too much. Obama doesn’t care. He just wants to destroy what is working and turn it into a situation where millions will die.

There is no common sense in the world. People are stealing, knowing they will be caught eventually. Greed has taken hold like a Pin worm in the intestines. Greed is blinding men and women to the truth, which is, all sin must be punished. Men are cheating on their wives and children, caring not that the affair can destroy the family and deeply hurt the children.

No one appears to care about the greater good of the earth. There are industries polluting the water, food supply and the land. No one is responsible, it seems. Corruption in the school systems, corruption in police departments, lies and hidden truths in every relationship.

Now, there are teachers and principals cheating on mandatory tests so they can earn bonuses for their schools and themselves. The children were left to sink or swim on their own. Hundreds of children from that school system can’t read and write because greed got in the way of their education.

People have becomes so entangled with the things of this world and greed is eating them like a cancer. They can’t see how they are destroying themselves and the planet we live on. Americans appear to be asleep, little realizing what Obama is doing to the freedoms we once had.

No one thinks about how his or her actions affect the future. There is nothing done that does not have a consequence. God doesn’t even have to punish us, we are doing a good job of it ourselves.

Where is the common sense? My mother would tell me as I was growing up, “You have to have common sense. Nothing you will learn from a book will help you in life if you don’t know how to use the knowledge.” News articles point out the fact that no one in charge has or is using common sense. This is scarier than a basket of snakes. Or, am I talking about the same thing?

Watch, listen and always read the label. You will find that common sense has disappeared. Lord help us all.

Children: Are you raising mass murderers and serial killers?

Mass murderers and serial killers don’t wake up one morning and think to themselves, “You know, I have often wondered what it would feel like to kill someone,” out of the blue. These people are made – crafted  – over a period of many years, beginning from infancy and early childhood.

I wanted to title this piece, ‘Ruth: The faith of a tiny giant,’ but I knew no one would stop and read it. That title might merit a Like from the Reader, but not many would actually read it. It doesn’t matter, Ruth is the reason there have never been mass murderers or serial killers in my family. At least, none that have ever been caught, anyway.

The type of person your child, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and beyond turns out to be, begins with your ancestors and you. Let’s look at a brief outline of one unfortunate mother born in 1900. She begins her life in a home with a heavy-drinking father who has an ill temper when drinking. Her mother is a very timid woman, afraid of her own shadow. The little girl watches as her father gets drunk and beats her mother over every perceived insult.

When the little girl reaches her pre-teen years, her father begins to beat her also. The mother does nothing to stop the violence. The girl resents, even begins to hate her mother, maybe even more than she hates her father. She slips out at night to escape the cycle of drinking, nasty talking and beatings. This is when she begins to run with others in basically the same type of home environment.

The teens drink, commit petty crimes and engage in sexual activity. The girl finds herself pregnant with no idea who the father is. Not that it would matter, none would be responsible anyway. She has the baby, sometimes living at home, often living on the streets, leaving the baby girl to grow up mostly within the same environment she found necessary to escape from.

When the daughter is seven years old, the mother and child are told they can’t live at home anymore. The woman is on the streets with her daughter, selling herself and her child. The mother eventually dies from unhealthy living, while the child continues to live the best she can. She has had very little education, does drugs and has little hope of a future. She gets pregnant at the age of 17. Her child, a son, is taken from her by the state and entered into foster care.

The boy grows up shuttled from home to home. Sometimes abused, often neglected, the boy grows up insecure, barely able to read and  resenting his parents for causing his grief. With no one to make him feel loved or to teach him there is a better future for him, the boy becomes a loner. He imagines what his real mother looks like. He hates her. He wants to torture and kill every woman he thinks resembles his real mother. A serial killer is born. Along the way, he marries and has two sons and a daughter. He gets caught, his wife becomes a single mother of three, his children are ashamed. The family goes forward, poor and unwanted in any neighborhood. What becomes of his children?

My great-grandmother Ruth Pendragon Rhodes Knowles was raped at the age of 13. She was a four-foot, nine-inch girl who would become a giant to her family, friends and community. Her loving parents took her newborn daughter and raised her as Ruth’s sister. Ruth married a good man, Jesse Knowles. They had one child, a son who died of leukemia at the age of 18 while serving his country in the military. Ruth’s daughter was told about how she came to be. Ruth and Marie became closer than sisters, having a bond like no other.

Marie married a good man and they had 13 children who lived past infancy. They took in children who roamed the streets during the Great Depression. Ruth had as many as 16 grandchildren at one time. She loved every single one of these children. Knowing her daughter would need help teaching these children about God, Ruth took on that role.

There was a time when I was four years old that my father found himself without work. Ruth invited my family to live with her in her small two-bedroom home. My sister and I slept with Little Granny in her queen-sized bed. Every night, Little Granny would have us kneel at the foot of the bed and say our prayers. She would kneel beside us, telling us to get into bed when we had finished, saying she would join us when she had finished. Many mornings would find her still on her knees.

“Little Granny, why are you still prayin’?” She wouldn’t answer until she had finished her prayers.

“I have many brothers and sisters who have families, I have many grandchildren who have families and there are many friends with families who need prayer and our government leaders need prayer. It takes a long time to pray for everyone.”

This tiny, delicate woman was burdened to pray for the salvation of her family, every last member. She also prayed for my children and my grandchildren and their children. Ruth’s grandfathers were Kings Henry II and George IV. Her family was The Plantagenets, the Belair Family Of Rhodes who had lived in Devonshire for centuries. Her parents came to America to escape the fishbowl of royalty. They did not, however, leave their faith or their British manners behind.

Ruth taught my sister and me how to properly hold a teacup, how to behave when entertaining company, how to properly bow before the Queen, Elizabeth II. More importantly, she lived a life of obedience to Christ and taught us to worship the only King who mattered. Ruth taught us about Christ and salvation. She gave us a reason to hope, to build families dedicated to God.

My great-grandmother lived a life before us such that we could see and understand who Christ was. She fasted whenever her heart was troubled. She never missed a Sunday going to church. My fondest memories as a child was attending Vacation Bible School at Little Granny’s country church.

Ruth understood that raising children to be productive citizens in the community was hard work, worth every effort. Her name and the name of her daughter and husband were respected in their communities. She taught us how to protect our name and why it mattered.

Ruth never thought herself to be too good to change hundreds of dirty diapers. She washed clothes outdoors in a wringer washing machine, taking all day to wash, hang and fold the dry laundry. She planted a vegetable garden every year. She watered, weeded and harvested the food. She taught us how to preserve the food and how to cook it.

My Little Granny had a wisteria vine growing in a tree at the edge of her driveway. I remember the early mornings and late evenings of spring when the breeze carried the scent of the wisteria flowers. I would sit on the front porch to pray so I could enjoy that heaven scent breeze.  There were two large hydrangea bushes on each end of the porch. I was always fascinated by the huge balls of blossoms, sometimes blue and sometimes pink.

My great-grandmother taught her daughter how to raise her children to be pleasing to the Lord, which was first, by loving them. She taught her how to discipline her children in love. When these children grew up, they passed on what they had been taught by their parents. I passed on what I had been taught by my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.

Ruth is as much a part of me today as she was when I lived in her house a total of four years. I cried as if my heart would break when my family moved out and bought a house three miles away. I knew life would never be the same, no matter how often we visited Little Granny. As soon as one family down on their luck moved out of Ruth’s house, another one would move in. When I grew up, I wondered if she ever longed for a time when she had her house to herself.

My point is this, if you desire children who grow up to live a law-abiding life, one filled with the love and blessings of God, you have to make the effort. Even if life deals you a crappy hand, play it as if you were holding four kings and an ace. No matter how bad life gets, you are responsible for the choices and decisions you make. You don’t get to blame it on bad parents, being poor, being different or whatever you find handy.

You are not responsible for your life only. If you have a child – wanted or not – you are responsible for the adult he becomes. This makes you responsible for their children and the children of those children. Do not think God won’t ask you about your grandson, the serial killer. Remember, they don’t just happen, they are handcrafted. Someone is responsible.

My prayer is for every child on earth to have a Ruth in their life. She might be a neighbor, a Sunday School teacher or the cashier at the local grocery store. Children are our most precious assets and so many parents are doing a ‘piss-poor’ job of raising them. If this offends you, ask yourself why. No, it isn’t easy. You have to sacrifice time and pleasure. If you aren’t willing, give your child up for adoption. It may hurt you to do so, but it may just be the best sacrifice you could ever make.

There are always exceptions to every natural law. There may be times when a parent does all she can and her child still rebels. We may never know why, but

Ruth in downtown Mobile on shopping day.

Ruth in downtown Mobile on shopping day.

The difference between happiness and joy


Everyone wants to be happy. That is a given. Ask people what it means to be happy and you will likely get a different answer from each one. Depending upon what we already have, perceived needs and our area of interest, we will give an answer based on who we are at the moment. Since every life is fluid, the definition of ‘happy’ is ever changing.

The feeling or emotion we call ‘being happy’ is a fleeting emotion. No one can be happy all the time. I know this because people die and this makes us very sad. We get hurt or become ill and there is nothing to be happy about in those situations. Even if you love your job, there are days when you just want it to be over so you can go home, kick off your shoes and collaspe on the sofa.

You may love your spouse and your children, live in a comfortable home and lack nothing, but you still will not be happy all day long every day of the year. Happiness is an emotion. Emotions change constantly. Joy is a state of being.

My children and grandchildren bring me joy. I enjoy gardening, making things with my own hands, writing, living in the mountains and going to church with my fellow Christians. I enjoy watching the deer graze in my front yard and knowing that a black bear cub makes his rounds through the edge of my property where he robs the wild honey bees every summer.

There is much joy in my life. I am content most days to do the things I normally do. I don’t live in a fancy house or drive the newest vehicle. I don’t have everything I want or many things that would make my life easier. I do have joy in my life.

Learning that a friend has overcome an illness and is back at work makes me happy. Seeing my children and grandchildren makes me happy. Winning the lottery would probably make me happy. Being happy comes and goes. God never promised us we would always be happy once we became Christians. He did say we would know peace and joy.

No matter what happens in our own lives or what happens in the world, we can live in peace and joy. The kind of peace that comes from knowing there is nothing too big for God to handle is the ultimate peace. It is a lasting peace. We can have a lasting peace and lasting joy in our lives by knowing that God is in control of everything.

We won’t be happy every minute of every day. There is too much life in living for us to always be happy. We have to earn money to pay bills and buy food. We have obligations that come even when we don’t have the energy to deal with them. We will have our hearts broken by people we thought we could trust and believe in. We will experience great sadness when those we love die. No, we just can’t be happy all the time. But, we can know joy every day.

Does the beauty of a sunrise or sunset bring you joy? Do you know joy when a cool breeze touches your face on a hot summer day? Can you feel the joy on a late summer night when the heat begins to wane and the crickets sing? Maybe you feel the joy when it rains at night or when you hear your child say something that proves he does listen to you after all.

Joy can fill your day. Happiness comes and goes. Don’t expect others to make you happy. It is not their job. It is not your job to make others happy. You can make them comfortable. You can feed them good food. You can make their lives easier, but it is not your job to make them happy.

Enjoy the riches of your life. You don’t have to be wealthy or be the prettiest or most handsome to know joy. Accept what you have and be at peace with who you are. If you believe you need to change, change because you want to change. Don’t change who you are to make someone else happy. Happiness comes and goes. People come and go. Sometimes, it is just time for them to go. Let go. You may be sad for a while, but sadness comes and goes also.