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You just can’t understand unless . . .

I’m just reading through a few “multi-cultural” posts on Facebook and shaking my head.

It never ceases to amaze me how a person who reads about something claims to know more than those who are living through it. I’m reminded of a good friend of mine from England (a sil-hillian I believe is the local term) tried to argue with me about what happened during the “war-between-the-states” (or what I call the Second American Revolution). What she was taught, both in England and the U.S., was the “popular version”; whereas my outlook was from journals, the press of the time, visiting European scholars who were there, and family history.

More recently I had a friend from Asia who couldn’t understand why so many of us were against “universal health care”. They could not understand that it was neither “universal” nor “health care”! (Just a pretty name for another government power grab.)  They were also shocked that I would so publicly disagree with the government.

Most citizens in other countries simply cannot grasp what it actually is to be an American. Our way of life, our way of thinking, our very core is alien to their experiences.

Hell, even the average American still thinks that this country is a democracy! (We’re a Constitutional Republic, by the way. BIG Difference!).

No matter where you get your news there is ALWAYS bias. Especially in other areas of the world. You can’t help it!  Every day of your life you are being subtly influenced by your family, your friends, the music you listen to, the magazines that you read, the advertisements that you try to ignore . . . EVERYTHING!

Unless you grow up in a culture, completely immersed in it from childhood, you really cannot understand it completely. And it is extremely arrogant to think otherwise of yourself.  I still remember an argument I got into once when a friend from the U.K. sneezed in front of me.  On reflex I said, “gesundheit” .  I was yelled at for 15 minutes for “making up a word” instead of saying “bless you”.

I have countless examples going through my head of cultures clashing but I think this is long enough . . . for now.

Alternative Adoption

I think I have a great alternative to those who want open borders and think that the US should just allow anyone in. Change it to an adoption plan!
Open up YOUR home, YOUR groceries, YOU pay for them. This includes housing, medical, insurance, clothing, etc.
And in return you will be presented with an individual AT RANDOM that YOU will be responsible for. Sorry, we cannot guarantee that you will be able to understand their language or their customs or that they will even respect you, your family, your way of life.
Oh! And YOU will also be held accountable for any “mischief” that they get into.

As a bonus you will get to claim them as a “dependent” on your taxes. But no other tax breaks because, you know, we have to pay for “the Arts” and stuff . . .

So forget about your locked doors, your gated neighborhoods, or any other vestige of your “private” life. You want ’em? YOU take them!

So put up or shut up. You get to make choices ONLY for yourself.

Customer “Service”

So I guess customer service is a foreign concept around here.

Went to KFC and was greeted by one of the most sour attitudes I’ve dealt with in a while. No smile, no pleasant greeting, just a look of irritation before I even stepped to the counter.

After placing my order I picked up my cup and headed to the fountain – where I was immediately sprayed by every selection I tried. Of course there were no napkins.

I took my cup to the counter and let the girl know there was an issue. She sneered and said that they had already broken down the machine . . . because they were closing in a half hour . . .

Remember, she was the one that gave me the cup.

I just looked at her and she then told me (attitude at 9) that people don’t normally come inside that time of night.

Finally I’m given my order (famous bowl – no corn). I was tipped off by another customer that there was corn in it. So I asked the person who was giving me the food, “no corn?” He said, “there’s sweet corn in it”. He of course misread the order – and ignored what both I and the cashier told him.

Meanwhile, the girl who was supposed to be working the counter was in a little cluster with 3 others ignoring everything else.

After a few more minutes the cook came to tell me that they were out of the chicken that goes in the bowl . . . So I said to just give me a refund. I then asked for a manager. Then I asked loudly for a manager (I was being ignored). Then I yelled for a manager . . . who came up front and gave me my money back.

And yes, I called corporate as I was pulling out of the parking lot.

There is a lot more about this encounter but I’m at work and doing this on my phone.

I left and went to Subway – obviously not one of the local ones though. The reason for that is a story for another time.

If you have a scheduled time to close, that means that your doors are open and you are ready for customers until that time! Prep for close where you can but don’t break everything down! And stop acting offended when you get a customer!

It’s time to hold these people accountable! Learn to stop accepting crappy service! I can’t do this alone. If you don’t step up this will never get better.

Food Courts

Can someone explain to me the purpose behind a “food court”?
While shopping you used to be able to stop between stores and grab a quick bite/drink and then continue on with your shopping.
Now you need to finish your shopping, or bypass stores that you would have otherwise browsed through, to go to one secluded section of the mall and then struggle through too many selections of what to order. You get so frustrated that your shopping trip is “done”.
From a retail point of view this seems rather stupid. Most retailers understand the importance of “impulse buys” – the little displays that you find as you are headed towards the checkout. In a mall entire stores become those “impulse displays” but as you are racing to get to the food court you ignore them completely!
And then they wonder why malls are failing. . .

Inauguration Day

What does today mean to me? I work nights so I just got home. But as I get ready to go to sleep I can now rest soundly without the fear of a knock on my door – a knock that would come to arrest me for merely owning firearms, for believing in the Constitution, for believing and trusting in a living God. For knowing TRUE history. For daring to speak out against the corruption that plagues our government.
Do I think that a Trump presidency is the end of all of the evils in this world? Of course not! But over the past 10+ years I have watched as this country has slowly rotted from within. I DO believe however that this is the first step of many in saving this Country. To slow this Nation from sliding into that long dark night.
I am hoping that this will mark a major slow down of the PC culture that vilifies those who would actually speak out. I hope that this generation will, in time, see that just because you whine long enough and loud enough does not mean that everyone will bow to your will. That tolerance does not mean that I always have to agree with you.
Respecting your right to have a different point of view does not mean that I have to respect your point of view!
And in return I ask that you give me the same respect – to have a different opinion than you. Understand though that my opinion is based on 50+ years of real world experience backed by much studying and an increasing thirst for the truth behind accepted history. And I have a tendency to trust my experiences more than your theories. (I have been known to be a bit stubborn.)
I have a lot more to say but I’m tired and starting to ramble. So for now my friends I am going to stop and get some sleep.
Deo Vindice!

I Hate Christmas (2016 Edition)

Ok. One last time.
I Hate Christmas.
I do not dislike it. I do not find it annoying. I HATE IT!
All of the obligatory gift giving forced into one day. All of the fake cheerfulness, and good will wishes. While the rest of the year you couldn’t care less about one another and act like a complete asshole towards your fellow man.
And if I hear one more time “Jesus is the reason for the season” . . . Hey idiot! The season is WINTER! A cold, bleak, dreary time of year most commonly associated with DEATH! I don’t know about you but that is a mighty poor representation of MY God!
It was yet ANOTHER pagan holiday usurped by Catholicism in order to “convert the masses” (i.e. gain power) peacefully.
And while we’re at it, all these nativity scenes. First off, stop putting it in a winter setting. According to Luke 2:8 “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field . . .” With blizzard conditions?!?!? You’ve got the wrong time of year!
Secondly, the three wise men . . . They didn’t come along until Jesus was about 3 years old! I’m pretty sure they had moved out of the manger by then!
Third: it was a CAVE, not a barn!
Fourth: At that time in history a carpenter was a much sought after trade. They were the rich people of the day. Quit portraying Joseph, Mary, et. al. as poor. Not to mention the expensive gifts the magi brought!
But I’m seriously off topic. Back to it:
If you want to get someone something, do it. You don’t need a special day. If you want to treat others the way that you want to be treated, just do it! (Conversely if you want to be a total dick, feel free to be that too.). Just stop being so fake because of a random day!
And while you ARE being false because of “something magical in the air” just leave me out of it, okay?
Bah Humbug!

You’re not hurt . . .

I have heard a lot recently about how people are hurting over the recent election, and that I should be more compassionate regarding their pain . . .
Well I happen to know a lot about “Hurt”. Here are a few examples:
– Hurting is standing in a graveyard on your birthday as your best friend is lowered in the ground.
– Hurting is finally realizing that when others say, “I love you” it doesn’t mean the same as when you say it.
– Hurting is being too late to say good-bye to someone who was like a parent to you.
– Hurting is having your child torn away from you through no fault of your own, other than for trusting the wrong people.
– Hurting is seeing a loved one in an abusive relationship and you can’t get them out.
– Hurting is watching your father die and knowing that you can never get back those years that you both wasted on stubbornness.
– Hurting is watching your child struggling with an addiction and knowing that you cannot help them.
– Hurting is having a child vilify you because of what others have said about you, while ignoring their own memories.
– Hurting is feeling everyday that you have failed your children.
– Hurting is not being able to do anything as you watch cancer claim yet another victim.

Post Election Comentary

So this morning Facebook is flooded with some of the most vile, hateful, race baiting, insulting comments – mostly from people who are calling everyone else those things!
People are saying to delete them instead of even considering working together. Constantly posting memes that have been proven to be false – some of them laughably so. And that’s just from the tame ones.
Riots out on the west coast. High profile people calling for the death of white people – because whites are racist (?!?) . . .
Canadas immigration site crashed in the early hours. But I seriously doubt any of the loud-mouthed celebrities will go (like they promised).
If you see hatred, it is the hatred reflecting from you. If you see fear it is the unjustified fear coming from believing your own untruths. If you see racism, it is the racism coming from within yourself and your peers. If you see intolerance . . . Well, you see where I’m going with this . . . Almost everything that you are (and have been) accusing others of, YOU are the guilty one.
Time to put on your big boy/girl pants.

Quit Asking . . .

Today I have decided to NOT post one of my long rants.
1 – it would take too long
2 – it would offend too many people who wouldn’t take the time to understand it.
Let’s just leave it at this: Quit telling me to like or type AMEN on something. I’m pretty sure God doesn’t have a Facebook account.
And for those of you who think “going to church” makes you somehow better, church is not something you go to, it is something that you have/do. (Matthew 18:20).
There are a LOT of people who “go to church” where God is not even welcome – but they feel better about themselves. They are so “enlightened” and “tolerant”. I call BS

Age Acquired Attention Deficit Disorder

With my new schedule I have 3 1/2 days of non-stop work followed by 3 days of trying to get everything done. (The other half day I usually lose to sleep).
So yesterday I decide to take advantage of the nice weather and wash my car. As I started toward to the garage, I noticed that there was mail on the hall table. I decided to go through the mail before I washed the car.
I laid my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the trash can under the table, and noticed that the trash can was full.
So, I decided to put the bills back on the table and take out the trash first, but then I thought that since I was going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash anyway, I might as well pay the bills first.
I took my checkbook off the table and saw that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I went to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking. I’m going to look for my checks, but first I needed to push the Coke aside so that I didn’t accidentally knock it over.
I saw that the Coke was getting warm, and I decided I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I headed toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter caught my eye–they need to be watered.
I set the Coke down on the counter and I discovered my glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning.
I decided I’d better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water, and suddenly I spotted the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.
I realized that later that night, when we go to watch TV, we will be looking for the remote, but nobody will remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so I decided to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll water the flowers.
I splashed some water on the flowers, but most of it spilled on the floor. So, I sat the remote back down on the table, got some towels and wiped up the spill.
Then I headed down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.
At the end of the day; the car wasn’t washed, the bills weren’t paid, there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers weren’t watered, there is still only one check in my checkbook, I can’t find the remote, I can’t find my glasses, and I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done, I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all day long and I’m really tired.
I realize this is a serious problem, and I’ll try to get some help for it.
But first I’ll check my e-mail.