"A free people ought not only to be armed and disciplined, but they should have sufficient arms and ammunition to maintain a status of independence from any who might attempt to abuse them, which would include their own government."

- George Washington

Friday, December 13, 2013

Busy, busy, busy

I managed to finish the preface for Sons of Abraham.  Then I got about one page into the first chapter. 

Don't know how much re-write I'll have to do, even after publishing what I've got.

I wonder if I should work on the glossary before I go too much further.

A young student is so excited about what I've been teaching him about the Bible, that he has called as many of his friends who will come for a Bible study for me to teach.  It's like I have an agent.

I'm going to have to imbed links to some very interesting videos later on in the book.  I plan to publish the preface and first chapter and maybe number two by the end of December.  

I've also discovered that there are a bunch of posts that seem to be missing from this blog, or I'm having technical difficulties that I don't know how to resolve.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Please Stand by . . .

Remember when that used to happen with old broadcast television?  Back when there were just 2 or 3 channels on TV, and peoples lives didn't revolve around it?  Back when the whole family watched maybe an hour or two at the most, somewhere between 7 to 9 local time.  The only thing you would see on a black and white screen after midnight was a test pattern or "snow."

So, maybe it's a good thing for me not to be so concerned right now about checking the site meter and worrying about how many hits I'm getting, especially since I'm just trying to get a new life put back together in a totally new place.

I'm starting another blog because it needs to have an appropriate title and all the other amenities that go with the subject matter.  It's called Sons of Abraham.  The name comes from Luke 19:9

"Today salvation has come to this house because he too is a son of Abraham."

The blog is not up yet, because I have been away for almost two years and I need to re-learn how to do all the technical stuff about customizing the look and uploading stuff and I'm working in someone else's place, with their computer, until I get enough money to replace things.  I don't know how much more or less better off I am than Ann Barnhardt. 

I've lost everything of material value, yet I have become rich beyond measure through the process.  I'm wearing someone else's clothes.  Eating someone else's food.  Depending on other's generosity for all worldly things, yet, I get constantly reminded that The Father is providing it all. 

I may retain this blog only to have someplace to vent about worldly things and politics (redundant?).  But my passion has moved full bore into helping others find the One and Only Creator of the Universe.

Perhaps I shouldn't even try to compartmentalize through two blogs.  Obeying the Father is a 24/7 way of life that reaches into every nook and cranny of existence, or at least that's how it's SUPPOSED to work.   But I do figure that, for at least a few months, I'll have to maintain two blogs until people who have enjoyed my writing can transition to the other one and I have too much important stuff in the archives here.

Imagine having all, I mean ALL you possessions; computer, thumbdrives, hardcopy files, books, clothes, all legal documents, destroyed or disposed of for no good reason.  As though your whole past life never existed from that point on.

So, I have a lot, I mean a LOT of work to do.  Probably won't be able to post every day.  But as I recover, I hope that I will come back better and stronger than before, and that what you get from me from now on will be of more benefit than you ever thought possible, because it won't be really coming from me, but from the God of Abraham.


Friday, November 15, 2013

The 7 Month Hiatus is over

Well, I'm back.  Broken, bleeding, and sore.  But, I'm back.  It will most likely take weeks before I can start putting things together and start making sense of the shore that I've drifted up on.  Strange new territory.  New faces.  I'm exhausted.  I may ramble a little from time to time as I adjust to the new place.  Probably need to do a complete overhaul on the site.  Trash the name and come up with something more fitting, even though I feel worse than a compost pile right now.

I do, and I don't.  I'm relieved to be out in the free world again, but I have to rebuild everything from scratch.  My life was trashed.  I have nothing and I'm starting over.  Nothing makes you more immune to the judgments of others than rising up from ashes.

I probably need a different blog from this one anyway, since the revival of the Son of Abraham in me is going to need a place for true believers to come and commune, while the side that is less holy and needs to vent about worldly things will still need to come and experience some catharsis.

It's going to take a while for me to remember all the editing and html crap and whatnot.  But then, I hope that whatever audience I have comes here for the content and not for the glitz.

Be aware that everything I wrote in the last post has been confirmed even more by my 6 month plus absence.  Hopefully, I won't even be where I am now in the next three months or the next three weeks if I could have it my way.  But then, I am now a crazy Bible thumper for God. I'm going to start working on getting out of the US of A ASAP.  Maybe Belize, Costa Rica, Who knows.  But this is a sinking ship.

Friday, May 10, 2013

I'm coming back.  It may take a while to get back to feeling normal and posting as though I haven't been abused. But I'm coming back.

I walk the streets of Savannah and I take in the history and the scenery.  Yesterday, I stopped to talk to three young men from China.  Exchange students at SCAD  (Savannah College of Art and Design).  Wow.  What an experience.  In their amazingly good English, for those born in China, aged 21 to 24. 

They have been led to believe that they are getting more freedom in China.  But as we talked, and as I asked them about the things they were seeing all around them, did they still think they had real freedom in China?  They laughed.  They looked around nervously.  I asked about freedom of speech.  More of the same.  Then I talked about how I could speak blatantly that the asshole who currently resides in the big white mansion is a genuine communist and I was a bit more colorful with my language.

At that moment a man in a crisp white shirt and tie was walking through the park with a coffee from Starbucks and heard what I was saying.  He gave me a thumbs up and a "You got that right!" and kept walking.  The young men laughed. 

"You don't have that kind of freedom in China, do you?"

"Not at all."

All of this felt good.  We talked for about an hour.  I talked about real free enterprise and how the media had distorted what capitalism is.  They understood me.  I'm sure there was much more they wanted to say and to ask.  But a family of Chinese looking people walked into the park from the far end and everything suddenly got very awkward.  The looks of fear were pretty amazing and I just knew that it was time to walk away.  Don't know if there was anything to that or not.  Paranoia?  Who knows.  But I could see in the eyes of my new found friends that they were not about to risk finding out if they were doing something frowned upon.

I hope to get back to blogging and uploading pictures again.  I have a feeling that things are going to keep getting a lot more interesting.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

I am in Savannah, GA

Never thought I'd be here.

It's been a strange trip getting here.

I love the song by Kenny Chesney:  Pirate Flag and an Island Girl.

I will get back to blogging in the next few weeks, I hope.  I have been rode hard and beaten hard and put out to pasture with the expectation of dying.  But that's the way the world sees me.

There is so much to say, and I'm exhausted.  Today is May 8, 2013, but I intend to keep coming back here and posting or re-editing this post until I get out what I need to get out.

Get something firmly fixed in your mind.

At any point, people can turn on you and seriously screw your life up beyond all recognition.  Yeah.   You. 

Think it can't happen? 

Think you are a fine, law-abiding, upstanding citizen?

Got nothing to hide?

Do you know anybody who is on psychotropic drugs?  Has feelings of persecution or mildly bipolar, or thinks they have various diseases that nobody understands?

Run now.  Take the nearest exit.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Views From The Road

Believe it or not, I am enjoying some down time at the home base in Atlanta.

Turns out that my host's computer reads the card from my digital camera just fine, so I get to share with you some pictures from the road.

This first pic is of a roadrunner that walked by the passenger side window of the rig.  This is just a short distance from the industrial park in Laredo.  Roadrunners are about the size of a raven, which I wasn't really expecting.  They seem to forage all their food from the ground, hence the name.  I didn't get any pictures of them, but the cowbirds in Texas are prolific and they are pretty much a scavenger similar to seagulls.

My temporary teammate and I went to Laredo, TX.  It was my second trip there in six days. This time we had loaded some aluminum sheeting product from Fairmont, WV, and on the way there from Cumberland, MD we ran into the leading edge of that snow storm that caused all the power outages in Connecticut.

I took this pic sitting on the top rack (bunk) in the sleeper cab of the tractor.  My partner is driving.  We are headed south on I-35. This is a company truck that has been abused by some previous drivers.  It's a 2001 model Freightliner Colombia.  Notice the lovely color matching duct tape on the edge of the dash.  Not knowing how long I would be in this rig, I duct taped the mounting base for my Garmin Nuvi 465T on the dash.

I didn't see it as it was passing us, so I don't know exactly which model tank or armored artillery piece this is.  Maybe somebody out there knows?  We were almost to Little Rock, AR when I saw this.

We parked out at the farthest corner of the truck lot at Flying J, just north of Laredo, TX.  The lot probably holds about 150 rigs.  On the other side of the street just off the exit ramp is a Travel Centers of America or TA.  Why it's not TCA, I don't know.  But unless you are making a purchase of fuel or other stuff of more than $20, you have to pay to park in their lot.  It also holds about 150 rigs. 

To say that there are lots and lots of raccoons out there in the brush would be an understatement.  You have to start getting really close before they see you as a threat.

Beyond the tarmac, facing the setting sun and the Mexican border.  I am always fascinated by the various forms of plant life from region to region.  Believe it or not, as dry and desolate as most of southern Texas is, there is marsh and cattails not far from where I'm standing.  The indigenous rocks and pebbles on the farmroad are all smoothed from having spent time in a river bed.  Next time I'm there I'm going to take better close-ups of that.

There is beauty everywhere you look, if you are willing to look.

I met a husband and wife trucking team out walking their dog, "Diesel", near this spot.  They were having some time trying to get Diesel to behave.  I couldn't help myself.  I asked if I could show them some things.  They eagerly agreed.  In about ten minutes, I had Diesel walking properly at the heel position.  Ten minutes more and I had him sitting and staying.  Then I was dropping the leash and having him obey me on voice command.  This couple was stunned.  The husband offered to pay me something.  There is just something incredibly cool about doing something so well that you strike people with awe.  Yeah.  I can admit that.  And you know you feel the same way.  I explained how I did it and how they could do it and keep getting better results.  They both understood it and were grateful that somebody explained it so well.

I've heard the name "Sagebrush" but I'd never had a chance to look at it up close.  When I have the chance, I investigate as much as possible.  I picked some leaves off of this bush and crushed them in my fingers.  The smell of sage greeted my nose.  I tasted.  Something like a cross between sage and rosemary.  Interesting.  I might try to cook with some of this on the grill the next time I'm out there.  Any plants growing on the high ground that are designed (yes, I said "designed") to live more than a season, the perennials, have dense, narrow, waxy foliage, just perfect for desert conditions.  I don't know why, but there was no prickly pear in the area around the truck stop, or at least not close to where I was.

Don't know how long it will be before I get to blog again and share pictures, but now I will make it a point to take a lot more pictures and try to make this a lot more interesting.

We grilled ribeye steaks behind the truck and enjoyed our downtime while waiting on directions for a load going back east.  It's kind of a modern day version of being a cowboy on the open range.  Not many people could stand such a lifestyle.  Life as you know it in America would come to a screeching halt if trucking stopped.

Shalom, Y'all

Thanks for stopping by.  Your comments are welcome.

All You Need To Know

. . . about the Occupy Wall Street people is summed up in this picture.

I really don't need to say anything more, do I?   Hat tip to Theo Spark.