Saturday, July 11, 2015

PUnk Rock Music List of bands and songs I liked when I was young

Punk List

Adolescents - Amoeba

Adolescents - Creatures

Adolescents - Kids of the Black Hole

Adolescents - LA Girl

Adolescents - No Way

Adolescents - Rip It Up

Adolescents - Wrecking Crew

B-52s - Rock Lobster

Bad Religion - We are only gonna die

Bad Religion - Entire Stranger than Fiction album 1994

Black Flag - Rise Above

Black Flag - Slip It In

Buzzcocks - Boredom

Buzzcocks - Ever Fallen in Love

Buzzcocks - Everybody's Happy Nowadays

Buzzcocks - I Don't Mind

Buzzcocks - Orgasm Addict

Buzzcocks - Promises

Buzzcocks - What do I get

Circle Jerks - Back Against The Wall

Circle Jerks - Coup D'Etat

Circle Jerks - I Wanna Destroy You

Circle Jerks - Live Fast Die Young

Circle Jerks - Red Tape

Circle Jerks - Rock House

Circle Jerks - Teenage Electric

Circle Jerks - When the Shit Hits the Fan

Circle Jerks - Wild in the Streets

Dead Kennedys - California Uber Alles

Dead Kennedys - Holiday in Cambodia

Dead Kennedys - Kill the Poor

G.B.H. - Sick Boy

Joan Jett - Crimson and Clover

Misfits - American Psycho

Misfits - Astro Zombies

Misfits - Die Die My Darling

Misfits - Horror Business

Misfits - Hybrid Moments

Misfits - Last Caress

Misfits - London Dungeon

Misfits - Mommy Can I Go Out And Kill Tonight

Misfits - Night of the Living Dead

Misfits - Skulls

Misfits - Static Age

Misfits - Where Eagles Dare

Patty Smith - Gloria

Patty Smith - Horses and Hey Joe

Ramones - Beat on the Brat

Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop

Ramones - Cretin Hop

Ramones - I Wanna Be Sedated

Ramones - Judy is a Punk

Ramones - Pinhead

Ramones - Rock and Roll High School

Ramones - Rockaway Beach

Ramones - Sheena is a punk rocker

Ramones - Teenage Lobotomy

Ramones - The KKK Took My Baby Away

Reagan Youth - Degenerated

Reagan Youth - U.S.A.

Reagan Youth - Urban Savages

Richard Hell & The Voidoids - Blank Generation

Richard Hell & The Voidoids - I'm your man

Sex Pistols - Anarchy in the U.K.

Sex Pistols - Did you no wrong

Sex Pistols - God Save the Queen

Sex Pistols - I Wanna Be Me

Sex Pistols - No Fun

Sex Pistols - Holidays in the Sun

Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant

Sex Pistols - Roadrunner

Sex Pistols - Satellite

Sex Pistols - Stepping Stone

Sex Pistols - Submission

Sex Pistols - Substitute

Sham 69 - Angels with Dirty Faces

Sham 69 - Borstal Breakout

Sham 69 - Cockney Kids

Sham 69 - Hersham Boys

Sham 69 - Hurry Up Harry

Sham 69 - If the Kids are United

Sham 69 - Sunday Morning Nightmare

Sham 69 - Tell Us The Truth

Sid Vicious - My Way

Subhumans - From the Cradle to the Grave

Subhumans - Internal Riot

Subhumans - Micky Mouse is Dead

Subhumans - Subvert City

Subhumans - Work Rest Play Die

Suicidal Tendencies - Institutionalized

The Clash - London Calling

The Clash - Should I Stay or Should I Go

The Cramps - Bikini Girls with Machine Guns

The Cramps - Goo Goo Muck

The Cramps - Human Fly

The Cramps - Like a Bad Girl Should

The Cramps - Route 66

The Cramps - Tear It Up

The Cramps - Ultra Twist

The Exploited - Chaos in my Life

The Faction - California Dreamin'

The Faction - Dark Room

The Faction - Skate and Destroy

The Faction - The Kids Are The Future

The Runaways - Cherry Bomb

The Vapors - Turning Japanese

The Velvet Underground - Sweet Jane

The Waitresses - I Know What Boys Like

The Waitresses - Jimmy Tomorrow

T.S.O.L. - Abolish Government

T.S.O.L. - Code Blue

T.S.O.L. - Flowers by the Door

T.S.O.L. - Superficial Love

Saturday, January 12, 2013

A Lawn Mower Saved My Marriage

By Douglas V. Gibbs

Today I found out that Dad is in the hospital.  We think he had a minor stroke.  We are still waiting for the details.  Jerry was in the United States Marine Corps, and is as tough as nails.  He will probably get through this episode with hardly a scratch, because he is just too ornery to go down for the count.

I talked to Mom while she was in the Emergency Room.  Though I am sure she was very distraught about her mate being in the hospital, you could not tell in her voice.  She said to not have everyone calling her. The last thing she needed was for her phone to be ringing off the hook.  She would call me when she knew more.

As Mom explained it, Dad is the type that doesn't need alarm clocks. If he needs to wake up at four in the morning, he just does.  If he needs to wake up at five, then he does.  This morning he overslept, which was strange for him, and when he finally awoke after a long twelve hour slumber, he was numb over a large part of his body.  He thought it to be strange, so Mom took him in.

The local hospital was maxed out at the ER, so Mom drove him to the hospital where he works in Orange County.

I was surprised he let her even take him in to the hospital.  I would half expect him to just get dressed and go to work, though he felt strange.

Anyway, after Mom and I talked about the situation, the discussion triggered memories from my childhood.

As a Marine, and remember: Once a Marine, Always a Marine - Dad was respected and feared by his two sons.  Even to this day we give him a respect that I don't see most kids offer anymore to their parents. Dad is a jack of all trades. He's the type that can do just about anything, and if he can't, he'll figure it out.  He's competitive, though he won't necessarily let you know he's competing with you, and he has this funny notion that he is always correct.

Dad has two rules.

Rule number one: I am always right.

Rule number two: When I am wrong, see rule number one.

This is why nobody complained about the fact that the lawn mower that should have died before I was old enough to push it, but somehow dad kept the old thing running, didn't have a grass catcher.  I am not sure if he just refused to put it on, it broke, or got lost - but one thing was for sure, the ol' lawn mower had no grass catcher, which meant if the lawn was mowed, somebody was going to be raking the loose grass off of the lawn.

Dad said it was good for the grass, like messaging a bald man's scalp.

During my early teenage years Dad and I traded off.  One Saturday he would mow, and I would rake.  The next Saturday I would mow, and he raked.

One Saturday we skipped the ritual because I had signed up for a Walk-A-Thon.  I had collected signatures and money for the good cause, and then prepared to walk the twenty miles by myself.

A train of unfortunate circumstances made me run late, that morning, and when Mom finally dropped me off at the starting point, the main crowd had already launched twenty minutes before.  Equipped with Levi Jeans, Vans on my feet, and a terry-knit shirt, I decided to run to catch up to the group.

After a while I caught up to the stragglers, then the main body of the group, and finally I ran right passed the lead walkers.

"Well, heck," I thought to myself, "I've run this far, I might as well run the whole way."

By the time I finished, I was the sixth person to come in across the finish line.

As a mediocre basketball player, and a baseball player that did okay until I had a bat in my hand, I was pretty jazzed that I had discovered I was a good runner.

At home I bragged about my prowess as a runner, and Dad made some remark about "No kid will ever outrun me."

I challenged him to a race, and he agreed.  I mapped out a five-mile course in the hills a couple blocks up the street from our house.  We planned to run the race at 6:00 am, Saturday morning.  The wager was going to be that the winner would mow the rest of the summer, and the loser would have to rake the lawn all summer long.

The alarm in my room went off, and Dad was already up and ready to go.  The tough old man had been up and warmed up before my eyes had even considered opening.  I got dressed, we walked to the bottom of the driveway, and Dad said, "On your mark, get set, Go."

We ran up the street together, to the end of the road, and into the dirt trails.  Up a short hill and to the left we jogged together, and then I kicked it into high gear.  I didn't even look back, but saw him as I made a turn, pacing himself, sure that the young kid would run out of steam like the rabbit in the race with the tortoise.

Five miles later I ran triumphantly up the driveway.  I trotted happily into the house, around the entryway, and into the garage where I opened the garage door, and grabbed the rake to present it to Dad when he finally came running down the street in defeat.

I waited for a while, but Dad wasn't appearing at the top of the street.

"Mom," I said after running into the bedroom.  "I won! I won!"

"What? Huh? Oh, yeah, that stupid race."

Mom got out of bed, threw on some clothes, and walked outside with me.

There I stood, with the rake in hand, grinning from ear to ear.  The woman, however, was not smiling. She was worried.  It wasn't like Jerry to fall behind in a challenge.  In fact, he normally won any challenge he faced.

"Is your dad okay?" She asked.

I said something about thinking that he may have slipped on one of the turns, but I figured he was okay.

At that, Mom began to worry.  In fact, her concern for her husband grew so great that she decided to get her keys and jump in the car to go looking for him.

About the time the car began rolling down the driveway, at the top of the street appeared Dad, half running, half walking.  Tough as nails, but slower than the tortoise.

When he finally joined us, he said proudly, "I never stopped."

"I believe you," I said smiling, and handing him the rake.

Later, he said to Mom, "I don't understand - my knees just turned to rubber."

"You are getting older," she said."

The ol' Marine was not prepared to accept age as an excuse.

Based on that win, I decided that my inclinations were right - I am a good runner.  So, I joined the Cross-Country team at the high school.  Running twenty, and more, miles per day paid off.  Though my first year I was not exactly the quickest, or the one with the most stamina, I learned from that early year of running, and became a better runner the following years.

I ran on the team for three years, from my Sophomore year to my Senior year.  I received a Varsity Letter during my Junior and Senior years.

My Letterman's Jacket had a descending dove stitched into the back, and it was that boldness of proclaiming my Christian principles that attracted my future wife to me, on that high school campus. . . well, that, and my green eyes.  She followed me to each class, eager to meet me, and finally, at a Halloween Party during my Junior year, and her Senior year, we met.  We danced all night to "Endless Love" by Lionel Ritchie and Diana Ross.  Our love was instant.  Love at first sight, I suppose.  She was lovely, bold, and sweet.  Besides, she had the longest, most beautiful legs, I had ever seen.

We have now been married over twenty-eight years, we have two adult children, and six grandchildren.  The woman that followed me around to my classes as a girl became my high school sweetheart, and ultimately my soul-mate.  We have had our up years and our down years, but in the end, we have continued on as a couple. Our marriage has stood the test of time, but the old lawn mower finally mowed its last lawn.

Dad raked the lawn that entire summer over thirty years ago, and I grinned each time I pushed the mower across the grass, and that old machine spit out more severed blades of grass across the lawn for Dad to rake up.  The bet was worth it.  Not only did I not have to rake the lawn all summer long, but also the race had convinced me to become a runner.

After high school I ran in a couple marathons, and the ability to run long-distance served me well in the United States Military.

Looking back, I find it interesting how important to my life was the old man's decision not to attach a grass catcher to that old lawn mower.  Because of the arduous job of raking the lawn, I decided to challenge my dad to that race, wagering the rake.  Because of that race, I decided to join the cross-country team. Because of my running career I received a Letterman's Jacket that caught my future wife's attention.

If Dad had decided to use the grass catcher, I may very well not have wound up marrying my lovely wife.

That old lawn mower, spitting sliced grass out of its side, is one of the reasons I am married to my wife.

A lawn mower saved my marriage. . . before I was even married.

-- Political Pistachio Conservative News and Commentary

Sunday, February 05, 2012

Super Bowl of Salsa. . . oh, and the Big Game in Indy between New England and New York

As a Raiders fan, I am supposed to despise the Patriots. Problem is, because I am an Angels fan, my dislike for the Yankees is so horrendous that I can't stand the New York Giants more than my dislike for New England.

Besides, my son-in-law was born and raised in the Bronx, and of course he's a Yankees fan and a Giants fan. It just wouldn't be right for me to pull for the same team as him.

So, I am pulling for Tom Terrific and his Patriots in this game.

But I am still buying my grandchildren Raiders stuff.

And while I am watching the game with my friends, we will be eating my famous salsa (a recipe dad gave me and I tweaked a little)

Doug's Salsa Recipe


1 can of RO-TEL ORIGINAL Diced Tomatoes and Green Chiles
2-3 Medium Tomatoes (DO NOT REFRIGERATE TOMATOES - refrigeration causes tomatoes to lose their taste a little)
1 large lime
1 Clove of Garlic
3-6 Green Onions
Cilantro (recommended)
1/2 of a Carrot (optional)
jalepeno pepper (optional)

Double the ingredients for a larger batch.

Pour can of diced tomatoes and green chiles into bowl.

Cut fresh tomatoes by hand into small pieces, the smaller the better. Do not use food processor or similar device because it makes the salsa taste watered down. I often use Roma Tomatoes - if you do, add one more tomato because they are smaller.

Add Tomatoes to bowl.

Cut lime in half and squeeze juice into bowl. I often have another lime or two available in case I get a lime that does not produce much juice. If it has seeds, hold the cut side up when you squeeze so that seeds don't fall into mixture. Some folks like less lime and only use a half a lime for this size of a batch.

Cut clove of garlic into small pieces and then crush with a fork until it is like a paste. Then add garlic paste that you made into mixture.

Cut up onions into small pieces. Once again, like the tomatoes, it is better to cut by hand with a knife. Appliances tend to tear onions rather than cut them and some of the onion flavor becomes lost. I put 3-6 for number of onions to use because it is a matter of taste. I use 6 onions, my dad uses 3.

Add onions to mixture.

Chop cilantro in similar fashion. Cilantro gives the salsa that true Mexican taste, and I like cilantro a lot. I tend to only cut up and use the leaves because the stems tend to give the salsa a bitter flavor. Remember, cilantro can be strong, so use discretion. I use about four stems worth (remember, use only the leaves for best results).

If you decide to add the carrot, chop pieces as small as you can get them. Amount varies based on your taste.

Jalepeno can overtake the flavor if not used sparingly, but if you want a little more heat in your salsa, feel free to use the pepper. Note, keep seeds for more heat, eliminate them for less. If I use jalepeno I tend to use a quarter chile per can of ROTEL. I don't use them often, however, because the flavor of the salsa is so good without them.

Salt to taste.

Added notes: pick your ingredients carefully. The quality of the tomatoes play a large part in the flavor of the salsa. And once again, do not refrigerate the tomatoes. They lose flavor when refrigerated.

Okay, now stir it, let it sit twenty minutes, stirring every 5 minutes - then enjoy!

In my opinion, tortilla chips made from white corn are better, but once again, that is up to your discretion.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

The People, The Constitution, and Abraham Lincoln

Quote: "The people of the United States are the rightful masters of both Congress and the Courts, not to overthrow the Constitution, but to overthrow the men who pervert the Constitution." - Abraham Lincoln, September 17, 1859, Cincinnati, Ohio

Monday, September 14, 2009

Old Glory

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Communicating With Your Wife

I laughed so hard . . . because this one hits home:

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Thomas Jefferson Quote about Tyranny and Liberty

"When the people fear their government, there is tyranny; when the government fears the people, there is liberty" - - Thomas Jefferson

Sunday, August 09, 2009

Hot Air Steamers Troopathon 2009 Award

Monday, July 06, 2009

four flags

great background

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Pictures of Walid Shoebat At UCLA

Above are myself posing with Walid Shoebat, Kamal Saleem, and General Paul Vallely.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Memorial Day, Honoring A Debt We Cannot Repay

More Than A Day Off, or a Day for Picnics and Bar-B-Ques

When I entered the cemetery I removed my hat out of respect and honor. The flags were waving in the slight breeze, each one placed on the edge of the plaque of the grave of each fallen hero. The resting place of my grandfather is at the Riverside National Cemetery in Southern California, a location of many graves of brave men and women who gave voluntarily for liberty, and the American Way. Line after line of simple grave makers mark the final resting places of the brave. The graves are alone, yet among their brothers and sisters in arms.

Standing over his grave marker, it brought back the memories of my visit to the Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia near Washington DC, my visit to the tomb of the unknown soldier, and the rows and rows of crosses and grave markers I observed there.

My memories also harkened back to the first time I stepped into the USS Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. As with Riverside National, I removed my cap as I stepped upon that sacred ground. I read the names in silence, tears welling up in my eyes. The dead called to me, asking me not to weep, for they gave their lives willingly, so that others might live, and live with the promise of freedom.

There were those at the USS Arizona Memorial that were less respectful, leaving their caps on, talking loudly, letting their children run around the solemn place. It made me desire to shout out, "Hey, show some respect!" But I didn't. Perhaps they didn't understand. Maybe they didn't know the price for freedom that veterans like myself have experienced. Perhaps they didn't view the fallen as brothers and sisters, and as heroes that gave the ultimate sacrifice so that our liberty might live.

My grandfather fought in World War II, and though he survived the war to live a long life, many of his fellow soldiers did not. Many of his friends and fellow troops lie in foreign lands. Many lie in graves, much like my grandfather's, in National Cemeteries across America. All of these heroes are owed a debt of unspeakable gratitude by Americans, and Memorial Day is that opportunity to do so.

With the recent war against the Islamic Jihad, and the continuing service of our fine military personnel, yet another generation of those who have proudly served and died in the service of our country is owed our thank you, and deserves our prayers.

Some ask how we can repay this debt, and show our gratitude.

One way to thank these fallen is to pause on Memorial Day to remember their sacrifice, and to thank them with our prayers for paying the cost of our freedoms. After all, our liberty has been bought and paid for with the blood of these brave heroes.

1.2 Million Americans have given their lives for our freedoms across more than two centuries and in more than a dozen wars and armed conflicts.

At the cemetery a small American flag is planted in the ground next to each grave's plaque. May they stand tall, and wave reverently.

Never forget. Keep the faith. Remember those fallen in service to the country, and to preserve the liberty of you and I.

-- Political Pistachio Conservative News and Commentary

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Liberty and Tyranny

When people fear the government, that is tyranny. When the government fears the people, that is liberty.

Thomas Jefferson

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Thanking Mom on Mother's Day

Today is Mother's Day, 2009. I am the eldest of 3. I married my high school sweetheart 25 years ago, and despite the rough twenty years that began our marriage, in the last five years we have reached a level of happiness as a couple that cannot be explained in a simple blog post.

As the father of two, and the grandfather of two, hindsight is twenty-twenty. I now look at my parents with a set of eyes I did not possess when I was younger. Mom, after a very short marriage to my biological father, married a man that had just finished a tour in Vietnam as a United States Marine. He is technically my step-dad, but he will forever be "Dad."

Mom was an only child, and he was the fourth of eight kids. She grew up in a nearly typical suburban setting without brothers or sisters to fight with, while he spent a lot of time as a child on a dairy farm in Arkansas, and part of his life bouncing around suburban areas in California, nearly as if he was chasing mom during his childhood, meanwhile fighting daily with his siblings. They seemed like an unlikely couple, and sometimes they were. It was mom, though, that always held things together.

Dad worked hard, showing his love through his dedication to provide for the family. Often, that is how men show their love. Mom stayed at home, and though at the time I considered her limited (since my eyes were not as wise and understanding as they are now), I never realized she was more of a mother than I could ever realize.

Dad often worked long hours, sometimes more than one job, and his day always ended with his head slumped back (mouth open) while he slept in the recliner chair in front of the television. His daily labor provided food on the table, and the slow progression from apartment living in rough neighborhoods to a modest home in an outlying suburban area just south of Corona.

Mom was always there for homework, baseball games (practically the team mom every time, even if she wasn't technically the team mom), cross-country meets, and prayer. Every Sunday she ensured we were in church, even if dad preferred to stay home and dicker around the house, or watch the NFL. She bought us Bibles, took us to school, and hosted slumber parties full of rowdy friends from school. She was a referee when us kids began to fight, a detective when nobody owned up to bad behavior, and a chef when we were all hungry. He disciplined us, and she warned us she'd tell him of our misbehavior if we didn't straighten up. Dad rarely had a chance to sit and relax, until he hit the recliner at night, and mom rarely stopped cleaning, mixing Kool-aid, telling us kids to clean our rooms, and cooking to keep the home his castle.

As I grew up in that household, I watched mom with untrained and immature eyes. Not realizing the error of my understanding, I always wondered why mom didn't get a job to help dad pay for things. Most of my friends had moms that worked, and it seemed strange that my mom expected my dad to pay for everything. I saw how much he sacrificed to take care of his family, and mom not only didn't work, but sometimes it seemed like her emotions were always getting the best of her. He provided a great example for me to emulate, but I sometimes wished mom had a little more on the ball when it came to being a part of the big wide world. Her lack of willingness to participate in an ever-changing world that included working moms concerned me. I almost began to resent her, a little, for making the poor man work so hard, while contributing so little to the financial well-being of the family. Sure, she was dependable at home, there for us at all times, and she was the main reason we went to church, but from an economic point of view, I foolishly sometimes saw her more as a hindrance, than anything.

I married at 18, and my wife was a working girl, even if it was a job at a fast food restaurant. I appreciated the help as we began our lives together relatively poor, living in a difficult neighborhood, and struggling just to put food on the table. Because of our schedules we often saw each other rarely, and as a Navy man, when sea-time came, sometimes I would not see her for months at a time. But, we were both working, both contributing, and both happy with our careers of the moment.

My wife was not necessarily a feminist, but I suppose she was about as close as you could get to becoming one without actually being one. However, as she realized our son was needing her more and more, and it broke her heart having him babysat all the time, even if the folks watching him were trusted family and friends, she eventually asked me if she could stop working. At first I was bothered by the request. Was she trying to be more like my mom? Did she not wish to contribute to the economic stability of our family anymore?

I agreed to allow her to quit working, and immediately the changes in our lives became apparent. Our son was happier, now that mom was home, and I began to enjoy a cleaner home and the occasional meal on the table when I got home from a long day at work. Eventually, she got to the point where she was up with me in the early morning hours, making me breakfast and packing me a lunch. It was difficult becoming the sole bread winner, but her contribution to making my life easier as I worked my fingers to the bone to provide, was greatly appreciated.

It wasn't until many years of marriage passed when I finally stopped and began to analyze my childhood. I looked back at my mom, viewing her in a different light than I had before. Dad wasn't sacrificing as I assumed, because he actually wanted to provide for his family, and he did it by putting his best foot forward in every job he held. Mom, happy to do for him, made sure that none of us kids had to sacrifice anything. She made breakfast, packed lunches, and had dinner hot on the table when dad walked in the door. And her emotions were not as debilitating as I thought. After all, her tears she sometimes shed were not of anger, but of love, and sometimes frustration, as life changed, and her babies were babies no longer. It must have been difficult watching the children she had poured so much love and time into grow up, replace her with a spouse, and leave without really giving her a proper goodbye.

Mom provided us with faith-based foundations that included lessons in values, standards, and love. Her strength made childhood easy, and looking back I realize she was a much stronger person than I ever was willing to admit. In fact, to my surprise, I realized that she was the rock of the family. Mom was the one that could always be depended on. Her love and support was like clockwork. Her faith and love a solid foundation for a family that needed her dearly.

My folks are still married, and now for all those years of being there for him, Dad is doing more for her in the form of adding to the house, and buying her the nice things she could never have while kids were running wildly around through the house.

Now, as I watch my wife, and her growth as a wife and a mother, I realize that she has given me the same gift my mom gave Dad. She is always there for me, providing a home, rather than simply a house, and doing for me in ways that I never dreamed she would. We have become friends, cherished lovers, and dependable servants to each other - and it has made our marriage stronger. I no longer expect her to do anything, and in response, she does everything - just as mom did for dad. In response, it makes me want to provide all I can for her, to be a better man, to make her life as enjoyable as I can.

And I think I appreciate my wife more, as I look back at my childhood, because of mom. It was because mom provided an example of what a mom and a wife ought to be, that I recognize how wonderful of a mother and wife my wife has become. And it is because of mom instilling morals, values, and the love of God in me that I am able to truly appreciate all that my wife has become.

Thanks mom, for your courage, caring, and love. Thanks for being a cook, nurse, referee, detective, and cleaning lady. Thanks for scolding me, loving me, cheering me on, and telling dad when I went too far with my mischief. And thanks to my lovely wife, too, for continuing the example of what a mom ought to be. My love for these two women in my life is boundless, and I cannot thank either of them enough, other than to say it is because of them that my life is truly blessed.

Thank you, and Happy Mother's Day.

"She watches over the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children rise up and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her:
"Many daughters have done well,
But you excel them all."
Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,
But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands,
And let her own works praise her in the gates."

(Proverbs 31:27-31)

Monday, April 06, 2009

Famous Quotes, President Calvin Coolidge

Our government rests upon religion. It is from that source that we derive our reverence for truth and justice, for equality and liberty, and for the rights of mankind. Unless the people believe in these principles, they cannot believe in our government. There are only two main theories of government in the world. One rests on righteousness, and the other rests on force. One appeals to reason, the other appeals to the sword. One is exemplified in a republic, the other is represented by despotism. The government of a country never gets ahead of the religion of a country. There is no way by which we can substitute the authority of law for the virtue of man. Of course we can help to restrain the vicious and furnish a fair degree of security and protection by legislation and police control, but the real reforms which society in these days is seeking will come as a result of our religious convictions, or they will not come at all. Peace, justice, humanity, charity - these cannot be legislated into being. They are the result of Divine Grace. - - Calvin Coolidge

Saturday, March 28, 2009

When Grandchildren Grow

My wife and I are fairly young to be grandparents, yet we have two of them. We had our son fresh out of high school, and though it was not the wisest thing to get married so young, we have managed to fall deeper in love over the years, and will celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary this year. Our children, as did we (and our own parents), decided to start families at a fairly young age. My son's son was born when Christopher was a mere 23 years old. My daughter had her son at 18. Yesterday, after living together for a year or so (not thrilled about them "living in sin," but accepted it because it was necessary to hold the emerging family together until they determined marriage was the right thing to do) my son and his girlfriend became Husband and Wife. I am thrilled for them. Little Ezekiel, my precious one year old grandson, will be better off in the long run.

Our daughter and her boyfriend are still trying to find their way. Her son, Cortez, is five weeks old (pictured above) and is a joy to have around the house, though his newborn demands means we all get a little less sleep.

Watching my grandchildren grow, however, brings a joy that I can't explain. It is different than the love you have for your children. Not a deeper love, or a love not as intense, just different. One thing I can say is that being grandpa is a lot of fun. Nothing brings a tear of joy to your eye faster than coming home from a long day at work and being greeted by your visiting grandson, arms out, excited to see his grandpa.

Yeah, my children may have gotten the order of events mixed up a little, having kids young and prior to marriage, but I believe that all children are blessings, and I am reminded of that every time I look deep into the eyes of my blessed grandchildren.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Sarah Palin Thinks Africa Is A Country Hoax

Sarah Palin Africa Story a Hoax
The story that Governor Sarah Palin did not know that Africa is a continent appears to have been a hoax. What's more, the alleged source of the hoax, a "senior McCain advisor" named Martin Eisenstadt does not exist.
Read About It HERE

Monday, March 16, 2009

Winning War Quote

How do you win a war when you are not willing to admit who the enemy is?

-- Political Pistachio

Friday, February 27, 2009

Rapid Growing Big Government

'A government big enough to give you everything you want, is strong enough to take everything you have.' Thomas Jefferson

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas

For unto us a child is born,
unto us a son is given:
and the government shall
be upon his shoulder:
and his name shall be called
Wonderful, Counselor,
The mighty God,
The everlasting Father,
The Prince of Peace.

Isaiah 9:6

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Quitting Smoking Cigarettes

A friend of mine e-mailed me recently and said that she had started smoking again, and couldn't seem to quit. I responded to her with this e-mail:

After years and years of trying to quit, and smoking for 21 years, in late October of 2005 I decided it was finally time. I finished my last pack of cigarettes and simply refused to smoke again. Two weeks afterward I bummed a cigarette from a friend, and smoked it. It neither tasted good or bad - and I haven't had a cigarette since.

It can be done (and without the aid of nicotine replacements like Nicorette). Everyone is different, sometimes it is simply the motivating factors that make us quit. Mine was an upcoming surgery, and I knew being a smoker was bad when it came to anesthesia. . . so, for fear of on the operating table, I quit smoking for good.

A quick death, I guess, was much more frightening to me than a slow death by cigarette.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Been a While

Yes, it has been a while since I have written here. In fact, aside from Political Pistachio, all of my blogs have been suffering. My work schedule the last couple months has me gone an average of 14-16 hours per day, and it has made it difficult to find time to write. However, I desire to return to full blogging. . . so, recipes and personal retrospection coming soon.



Sunday, September 14, 2008

A New Life

I began my adult life as a recruit in the United States Navy in 1984. Boot Camp challenged me, shook me up, and trained me to be a shining example of military bearing and training. For the next four years I would be pushed to my limits, and somehow succeed.

I came out of the Navy a better man, and prepared for anything life could throw at me.

The following eight years found me in offices as a banker, secretary, and customer service technician for a city. During those eight years I received mediocre wages and less than appealing opportunities.

Not happy to be someone to just take what is given to me, I changed careers and entered the construction industry. For the next twelve years I made good money through hard work and smart decisions . . . only for it to end when the housing industry collapsed, and prices plummeted. The trenching machines have been silenced, and I have left them behind. After over a year of putting out more than is coming in economically, it was time for a change.

Which brings me to a new life. A little over a week ago I began driving big rigs for a sand and gravel company. I have a million little things to learn, and find myself more challenged than I ever have been before. But that is what being an American is all about. We search out opportunities, and through our hard work and good decisions we obtain and maintain the American Dream.

The hours are long, and the work is hard, but my continued success as a working American remains intact.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Ideas for Networking

Is it to my advantage to join networks? Working on it now.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

God Gave Us Liberty

“God who gave us life gave us liberty. And can the liberties of a nation be thought secure when we have removed their only firm basis, a conviction in the minds of the people that these liberties are of the Gift of God?” Thomas Jefferson 1781

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Christopher Laurie, Son of Pastor Greg Laurie, dies in Automobile Accident

Christopher Laurie, the Son of Pastor Greg Laurie of the church I attend, Harvest Christian Fellowship in Riverside, California, died this morning in an automobile accident.

The elder of two sons, Christopher Laurie was 33 years of age and leaves behind a wife and daughter. Recent news, provided by the family during the Church trip to Israel, also reveals that Christopher's wife is pregnant with the couple's second child.

Christopher's vehicle struck a Caltrans Truck from behind on the eastbound lanes of the 91 Freeway in Corona. The accident occurred this morning, but was not completely cleared until 3:00 pm.

Our prayers go out to the Laurie family.

Monday, July 21, 2008

A Day At The Zoo With Ezekiel

My grandson, Ezekiel, went to the San Diego Zoo for the first time last Saturday. He is eight and a half months old, and most enjoyed the flamingos, llamas, and children. A few of the monkeys caught is attention for a moment, and some of the more colorful birds made him smile, but the llamas and flamingos caught his attention, and it was difficult to break him away.

The day was pleasant, low seventies, and except near the end of the day, Ezekiel was a perfect little gentleman.

I can't wait until next year when we take him back. He will understand what he is looking at more, and will be in awe. It will be fun.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

What Would Reagan Do?

The transcript to Ronald Reagan's famous 1964 speech in support of Goldwater:


Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you and good evening. The sponsor has been identified, but unlike most television programs, the performer hasn't been provided with a script. As a matter of fact, I have been permitted to choose my own words and discuss my own ideas regarding the choice that we face in the next few weeks.

I have spent most of my life as a Democrat. I recently have seen fit to follow another course. I believe that the issues confronting us cross party lines. Now, one side in this campaign has been telling us that the issues of this election are the maintenance of peace and prosperity. The line has been used, "We've never had it so good."

But I have an uncomfortable feeling that this prosperity isn't something on which we can base our hopes for the future. No nation in history has ever survived a tax burden that reached a third of its national income. Today, 37 cents out of every dollar earned in this country is the tax collector's share, and yet our government continues to spend 17 million dollars a day more than the government takes in. We haven't balanced our budget 28 out of the last 34 years. We've raised our debt limit three times in the last twelve months, and now our national debt is one and a half times bigger than all the combined debts of all the nations of the world. We have 15 billion dollars in gold in our treasury; we don't own an ounce. Foreign dollar claims are 27.3 billion dollars. And we've just had announced that the dollar of 1939 will now purchase 45 cents in its total value.

As for the peace that we would preserve, I wonder who among us would like to approach the wife or mother whose husband or son has died in South Vietnam and ask them if they think this is a peace that should be maintained indefinitely. Do they mean peace, or do they mean we just want to be left in peace? There can be no real peace while one American is dying some place in the world for the rest of us. We're at war with the most dangerous enemy that has ever faced mankind in his long climb from the swamp to the stars, and it's been said if we lose that war, and in so doing lose this way of freedom of ours, history will record with the greatest astonishment that those who had the most to lose did the least to prevent its happening. Well I think it's time we ask ourselves if we still know the freedoms that were intended for us by the Founding Fathers.

Not too long ago, two friends of mine were talking to a Cuban refugee, a businessman who had escaped from Castro, and in the midst of his story one of my friends turned to the other and said, "We don't know how lucky we are." And the Cuban stopped and said, "How lucky you are? I had someplace to escape to." And in that sentence he told us the entire story. If we lose freedom here, there's no place to escape to. This is the last stand on earth.

And this idea that government is beholden to the people, that it has no other source of power except the sovereign people, is still the newest and the most unique idea in all the long history of man's relation to man.

This is the issue of this election: whether we believe in our capacity for self-government or whether we abandon the American revolution and confess that a little intellectual elite in a far-distant capitol can plan our lives for us better than we can plan them ourselves.

You and I are told increasingly we have to choose between a left or right. Well I'd like to suggest there is no such thing as a left or right. There's only an up or down: [up] man's old -- old-aged dream, the ultimate in individual freedom consistent with law and order, or down to the ant heap of totalitarianism. And regardless of their sincerity, their humanitarian motives, those who would trade our freedom for security have embarked on this downward course.

In this vote-harvesting time, they use terms like the "Great Society," or as we were told a few days ago by the President, we must accept a greater government activity in the affairs of the people. But they've been a little more explicit in the past and among themselves; and all of the things I now will quote have appeared in print. These are not Republican accusations. For example, they have voices that say, "The cold war will end through our acceptance of a not undemocratic socialism." Another voice says, "The profit motive has become outmoded. It must be replaced by the incentives of the welfare state." Or, "Our traditional system of individual freedom is incapable of solving the complex problems of the 20th century." Senator Fulbright has said at Stanford University that the Constitution is outmoded. He referred to the President as "our moral teacher and our leader," and he says he is "hobbled in his task by the restrictions of power imposed on him by this antiquated document." He must "be freed," so that he "can do for us" what he knows "is best." And Senator Clark of Pennsylvania, another articulate spokesman, defines liberalism as "meeting the material needs of the masses through the full power of centralized government."

Well, I, for one, resent it when a representative of the people refers to you and me, the free men and women of this country, as "the masses." This is a term we haven't applied to ourselves in America. But beyond that, "the full power of centralized government" -- this was the very thing the Founding Fathers sought to minimize. They knew that governments don't control things. A government can't control the economy without controlling people. And they know when a government sets out to do that, it must use force and coercion to achieve its purpose. They also knew, those Founding Fathers, that outside of its legitimate functions, government does nothing as well or as economically as the private sector of the economy.

Now, we have no better example of this than government's involvement in the farm economy over the last 30 years. Since 1955, the cost of this program has nearly doubled. One-fourth of farming in America is responsible for 85% of the farm surplus. Three-fourths of farming is out on the free market and has known a 21% increase in the per capita consumption of all its produce. You see, that one-fourth of farming -- that's regulated and controlled by the federal government. In the last three years we've spent 43 dollars in the feed grain program for every dollar bushel of corn we don't grow.

Senator Humphrey last week charged that Barry Goldwater, as President, would seek to eliminate farmers. He should do his homework a little better, because he'll find out that we've had a decline of 5 million in the farm population under these government programs. He'll also find that the Democratic administration has sought to get from Congress [an] extension of the farm program to include that three-fourths that is now free. He'll find that they've also asked for the right to imprison farmers who wouldn't keep books as prescribed by the federal government. The Secretary of Agriculture asked for the right to seize farms through condemnation and resell them to other individuals. And contained in that same program was a provision that would have allowed the federal government to remove 2 million farmers from the soil.

At the same time, there's been an increase in the Department of Agriculture employees. There's now one for every 30 farms in the United States, and still they can't tell us how 66 shiploads of grain headed for Austria disappeared without a trace and Billie Sol Estes never left shore.

Every responsible farmer and farm organization has repeatedly asked the government to free the farm economy, but how -- who are farmers to know what's best for them? The wheat farmers voted against a wheat program. The government passed it anyway. Now the price of bread goes up; the price of wheat to the farmer goes down.

Meanwhile, back in the city, under urban renewal the assault on freedom carries on. Private property rights [are] so diluted that public interest is almost anything a few government planners decide it should be. In a program that takes from the needy and gives to the greedy, we see such spectacles as in Cleveland, Ohio, a million-and-a-half-dollar building completed only three years ago must be destroyed to make way for what government officials call a "more compatible use of the land." The President tells us he's now going to start building public housing units in the thousands, where heretofore we've only built them in the hundreds. But FHA [Federal Housing Authority] and the Veterans Administration tell us they have 120,000 housing units they've taken back through mortgage foreclosure. For three decades, we've sought to solve the problems of unemployment through government planning, and the more the plans fail, the more the planners plan. The latest is the Area Redevelopment Agency.

They've just declared Rice County, Kansas, a depressed area. Rice County, Kansas, has two hundred oil wells, and the 14,000 people there have over 30 million dollars on deposit in personal savings in their banks. And when the government tells you you're depressed, lie down and be depressed.

We have so many people who can't see a fat man standing beside a thin one without coming to the conclusion the fat man got that way by taking advantage of the thin one. So they're going to solve all the problems of human misery through government and government planning. Well, now, if government planning and welfare had the answer -- and they've had almost 30 years of it -- shouldn't we expect government to read the score to us once in a while? Shouldn't they be telling us about the decline each year in the number of people needing help? The reduction in the need for public housing?

But the reverse is true. Each year the need grows greater; the program grows greater. We were told four years ago that 17 million people went to bed hungry each night. Well that was probably true. They were all on a diet. But now we're told that 9.3 million families in this country are poverty-stricken on the basis of earning less than 3,000 dollars a year. Welfare spending [is] 10 times greater than in the dark depths of the Depression. We're spending 45 billion dollars on welfare. Now do a little arithmetic, and you'll find that if we divided the 45 billion dollars up equally among those 9 million poor families, we'd be able to give each family 4,600 dollars a year. And this added to their present income should eliminate poverty. Direct aid to the poor, however, is only running only about 600 dollars per family. It would seem that someplace there must be some overhead.

Now -- so now we declare "war on poverty," or "You, too, can be a Bobby Baker." Now do they honestly expect us to believe that if we add 1 billion dollars to the 45 billion we're spending, one more program to the 30-odd we have -- and remember, this new program doesn't replace any, it just duplicates existing programs -- do they believe that poverty is suddenly going to disappear by magic? Well, in all fairness I should explain there is one part of the new program that isn't duplicated. This is the youth feature. We're now going to solve the dropout problem, juvenile delinquency, by reinstituting something like the old CCC camps [Civilian Conservation Corps], and we're going to put our young people in these camps. But again we do some arithmetic, and we find that we're going to spend each year just on room and board for each young person we help 4,700 dollars a year. We can send them to Harvard for 2,700! Course, don't get me wrong. I'm not suggesting Harvard is the answer to juvenile delinquency.

But seriously, what are we doing to those we seek to help? Not too long ago, a judge called me here in Los Angeles. He told me of a young woman who'd come before him for a divorce. She had six children, was pregnant with her seventh. Under his questioning, she revealed her husband was a laborer earning 250 dollars a month. She wanted a divorce to get an 80 dollar raise. She's eligible for 330 dollars a month in the Aid to Dependent Children Program. She got the idea from two women in her neighborhood who'd already done that very thing.

Yet anytime you and I question the schemes of the do-gooders, we're denounced as being against their humanitarian goals. They say we're always "against" things -- we're never "for" anything.

Well, the trouble with our liberal friends is not that they're ignorant; it's just that they know so much that isn't so.

Now -- we're for a provision that destitution should not follow unemployment by reason of old age, and to that end we've accepted Social Security as a step toward meeting the problem.

But we're against those entrusted with this program when they practice deception regarding its fiscal shortcomings, when they charge that any criticism of the program means that we want to end payments to those people who depend on them for a livelihood. They've called it "insurance" to us in a hundred million pieces of literature. But then they appeared before the Supreme Court and they testified it was a welfare program. They only use the term "insurance" to sell it to the people. And they said Social Security dues are a tax for the general use of the government, and the government has used that tax. There is no fund, because Robert Byers, the actuarial head, appeared before a congressional committee and admitted that Social Security as of this moment is 298 billion dollars in the hole. But he said there should be no cause for worry because as long as they have the power to tax, they could always take away from the people whatever they needed to bail them out of trouble. And they're doing just that.

A young man, 21 years of age, working at an average salary -- his Social Security contribution would, in the open market, buy him an insurance policy that would guarantee 220 dollars a month at age 65. The government promises 127. He could live it up until he's 31 and then take out a policy that would pay more than Social Security. Now are we so lacking in business sense that we can't put this program on a sound basis, so that people who do require those payments will find they can get them when they're due -- that the cupboard isn't bare?

Barry Goldwater thinks we can.

At the same time, can't we introduce voluntary features that would permit a citizen who can do better on his own to be excused upon presentation of evidence that he had made provision for the non-earning years? Should we not allow a widow with children to work, and not lose the benefits supposedly paid for by her deceased husband? Shouldn't you and I be allowed to declare who our beneficiaries will be under this program, which we cannot do? I think we're for telling our senior citizens that no one in this country should be denied medical care because of a lack of funds. But I think we're against forcing all citizens, regardless of need, into a compulsory government program, especially when we have such examples, as was announced last week, when France admitted that their Medicare program is now bankrupt. They've come to the end of the road.

In addition, was Barry Goldwater so irresponsible when he suggested that our government give up its program of deliberate, planned inflation, so that when you do get your Social Security pension, a dollar will buy a dollar's worth, and not 45 cents worth?

I think we're for an international organization, where the nations of the world can seek peace. But I think we're against subordinating American interests to an organization that has become so structurally unsound that today you can muster a two-thirds vote on the floor of the General Assembly among nations that represent less than 10 percent of the world's population. I think we're against the hypocrisy of assailing our allies because here and there they cling to a colony, while we engage in a conspiracy of silence and never open our mouths about the millions of people enslaved in the Soviet colonies in the satellite nations.

I think we're for aiding our allies by sharing of our material blessings with those nations which share in our fundamental beliefs, but we're against doling out money government to government, creating bureaucracy, if not socialism, all over the world. We set out to help 19 countries. We're helping 107. We've spent 146 billion dollars. With that money, we bought a 2 million dollar yacht for Haile Selassie. We bought dress suits for Greek undertakers, extra wives for Kenya[n] government officials. We bought a thousand TV sets for a place where they have no electricity. In the last six years, 52 nations have bought 7 billion dollars worth of our gold, and all 52 are receiving foreign aid from this country.

No government ever voluntarily reduces itself in size. So, governments' programs, once launched, never disappear.

Actually, a government bureau is the nearest thing to eternal life we'll ever see on this earth.

Federal employees -- federal employees number two and a half million; and federal, state, and local, one out of six of the nation's work force employed by government. These proliferating bureaus with their thousands of regulations have cost us many of our constitutional safeguards. How many of us realize that today federal agents can invade a man's property without a warrant? They can impose a fine without a formal hearing, let alone a trial by jury? And they can seize and sell his property at auction to enforce the payment of that fine. In Chico County, Arkansas, James Wier over-planted his rice allotment. The government obtained a 17,000 dollar judgment. And a U.S. marshal sold his 960-acre farm at auction. The government said it was necessary as a warning to others to make the system work.

Last February 19th at the University of Minnesota, Norman Thomas, six-times candidate for President on the Socialist Party ticket, said, "If Barry Goldwater became President, he would stop the advance of socialism in the United States." I think that's exactly what he will do.

But as a former Democrat, I can tell you Norman Thomas isn't the only man who has drawn this parallel to socialism with the present administration, because back in 1936, Mr. Democrat himself, Al Smith, the great American, came before the American people and charged that the leadership of his Party was taking the Party of Jefferson, Jackson, and Cleveland down the road under the banners of Marx, Lenin, and Stalin. And he walked away from his Party, and he never returned til the day he died -- because to this day, the leadership of that Party has been taking that Party, that honorable Party, down the road in the image of the labor Socialist Party of England.

Now it doesn't require expropriation or confiscation of private property or business to impose socialism on a people. What does it mean whether you hold the deed to the -- or the title to your business or property if the government holds the power of life and death over that business or property? And such machinery already exists. The government can find some charge to bring against any concern it chooses to prosecute. Every businessman has his own tale of harassment. Somewhere a perversion has taken place. Our natural, unalienable rights are now considered to be a dispensation of government, and freedom has never been so fragile, so close to slipping from our grasp as it is at this moment.

Our Democratic opponents seem unwilling to debate these issues. They want to make you and I believe that this is a contest between two men -- that we're to choose just between two personalities.

Well what of this man that they would destroy -- and in destroying, they would destroy that which he represents, the ideas that you and I hold dear? Is he the brash and shallow and trigger-happy man they say he is? Well I've been privileged to know him "when." I knew him long before he ever dreamed of trying for high office, and I can tell you personally I've never known a man in my life I believed so incapable of doing a dishonest or dishonorable thing.

This is a man who, in his own business before he entered politics, instituted a profit-sharing plan before unions had ever thought of it. He put in health and medical insurance for all his employees. He took 50 percent of the profits before taxes and set up a retirement program, a pension plan for all his employees. He sent monthly checks for life to an employee who was ill and couldn't work. He provides nursing care for the children of mothers who work in the stores. When Mexico was ravaged by the floods in the Rio Grande, he climbed in his airplane and flew medicine and supplies down there.

An ex-GI told me how he met him. It was the week before Christmas during the Korean War, and he was at the Los Angeles airport trying to get a ride home to Arizona for Christmas. And he said that [there were] a lot of servicemen there and no seats available on the planes. And then a voice came over the loudspeaker and said, "Any men in uniform wanting a ride to Arizona, go to runway such-and-such," and they went down there, and there was a fellow named Barry Goldwater sitting in his plane. Every day in those weeks before Christmas, all day long, he'd load up the plane, fly it to Arizona, fly them to their homes, fly back over to get another load.

During the hectic split-second timing of a campaign, this is a man who took time out to sit beside an old friend who was dying of cancer. His campaign managers were understandably impatient, but he said, "There aren't many left who care what happens to her. I'd like her to know I care." This is a man who said to his 19-year-old son, "There is no foundation like the rock of honesty and fairness, and when you begin to build your life on that rock, with the cement of the faith in God that you have, then you have a real start." This is not a man who could carelessly send other people's sons to war. And that is the issue of this campaign that makes all the other problems I've discussed academic, unless we realize we're in a war that must be won.

Those who would trade our freedom for the soup kitchen of the welfare state have told us they have a utopian solution of peace without victory. They call their policy "accommodation." And they say if we'll only avoid any direct confrontation with the enemy, he'll forget his evil ways and learn to love us. All who oppose them are indicted as warmongers. They say we offer simple answers to complex problems. Well, perhaps there is a simple answer -- not an easy answer -- but simple: If you and I have the courage to tell our elected officials that we want our national policy based on what we know in our hearts is morally right.

We cannot buy our security, our freedom from the threat of the bomb by committing an immorality so great as saying to a billion human beings now enslaved behind the Iron Curtain, "Give up your dreams of freedom because to save our own skins, we're willing to make a deal with your slave masters." Alexander Hamilton said, "A nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master, and deserves one." Now let's set the record straight. There's no argument over the choice between peace and war, but there's only one guaranteed way you can have peace -- and you can have it in the next second -- surrender.

Admittedly, there's a risk in any course we follow other than this, but every lesson of history tells us that the greater risk lies in appeasement, and this is the specter our well-meaning liberal friends refuse to face -- that their policy of accommodation is appeasement, and it gives no choice between peace and war, only between fight or surrender. If we continue to accommodate, continue to back and retreat, eventually we have to face the final demand -- the ultimatum. And what then -- when Nikita Khrushchev has told his people he knows what our answer will be? He has told them that we're retreating under the pressure of the Cold War, and someday when the time comes to deliver the final ultimatum, our surrender will be voluntary, because by that time we will have been weakened from within spiritually, morally, and economically. He believes this because from our side he's heard voices pleading for "peace at any price" or "better Red than dead," or as one commentator put it, he'd rather "live on his knees than die on his feet." And therein lies the road to war, because those voices don't speak for the rest of us.

You and I know and do not believe that life is so dear and peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery. If nothing in life is worth dying for, when did this begin -- just in the face of this enemy? Or should Moses have told the children of Israel to live in slavery under the pharaohs? Should Christ have refused the cross? Should the patriots at Concord Bridge have thrown down their guns and refused to fire the shot heard 'round the world? The martyrs of history were not fools, and our honored dead who gave their lives to stop the advance of the Nazis didn't die in vain. Where, then, is the road to peace? Well it's a simple answer after all.

You and I have the courage to say to our enemies, "There is a price we will not pay." "There is a point beyond which they must not advance." And this -- this is the meaning in the phrase of Barry Goldwater's "peace through strength." Winston Churchill said, "The destiny of man is not measured by material computations. When great forces are on the move in the world, we learn we're spirits -- not animals." And he said, "There's something going on in time and space, and beyond time and space, which, whether we like it or not, spells duty."

You and I have a rendezvous with destiny.

We'll preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on earth, or we'll sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness.

We will keep in mind and remember that Barry Goldwater has faith in us. He has faith that you and I have the ability and the dignity and the right to make our own decisions and determine our own destiny.

Thank you very much.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Loss of Freedom is Liberty Lost Forever

"But a Constitution of Government once changed from Freedom, can never be restored. Liberty, once lost, is lost forever." -- John Adams, letter to Abigail Adams, July 17, 1775

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Wisdom of Thomas Jefferson

I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them.

Thomas Jefferson
3rd President of the United States (1743-1826)

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Playing With The Enemy Movie

Gary W. Moore is a humble man, calm and friendly, happy to discuss the life of his father. After all, the tale of his father is larger than life, and a story we can learn from - because it is a tale about second chances, but second chances in a direction that we don't always expect.

Gary's father, Gene Moore, began his journey to the pages of Playing With The Enemy as a 15 year old baseball prodigy that was drafted by the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1940. The outbreak of World War II, however, demanded that the young phenom join the military. Gene Moore joined the United States Navy, and his tour began in North Africa where he played for the Navy baseball team to entertain the troops. The duty was not always easy, or away from danger, evidenced by the death of the center fielder when an explosion on the field took the young ballplayer's life. Later, as the war effort concentrated more on the theater in Europe, Gene Moore was sent on a secret mission to guard German POWs in Louisiana. These prisoners were very special, however, and their capture was a secret to the outside world for a tremendous reason. The submarine these German sailors were the crew of was the U-505 (now on display in Chicago, Illinois at the Museum of Science and Industry), inside which the United States procured the Enigma Machine and all of the code books that went with it, enabling us to stay on top of the changes in the code, and therefore assisting us in winning the war against Germany. During this time that Gene Moore guarded these prisoners, primarily out of his desire to play baseball (and perhaps a little boredom), Gene Moore and his fellow military baseball players taught the enemy soldiers how to play America's pastime.

The story does not end there, however. Tragedy, and the storms of life that can crush dreams, and enable the birth of new ones, came to Gene Moore's life. It was then that he learned about second chances, and the importance of the unexpected things in life.

This inspirational true story is being made into a film by Producer Gerald R. Molen via his WhiteLight Entertainment production company. Molen's and White Light Entertainment's credits include Schindler's List, Minority Report, Jurassic Park, The Lost World: Jurassic Park, Twister, Casper, Rain Man and The Flintstones. White Light Entertainment has to its credit 33 Academy Award nominations, 19 Academy Awards, including two for the best picture and a total box office collection of $4 billion from the 14 movies it has produced so far. The screenplay was written by WhiteLight director of development David Ranes and the author's son, Toby Moore, who's also set to portray his grandfather. The film is in production now and is slated to be released during the first quarter of 2009.

I first met Gary W. Moore, the author of Playing With The Enemy, at a book signing in San Diego on October 1, 2006. A month later we got together in Pasadena, California after another book signing, and it was then that I realized I had made a wonderful friend. Since then, Gary W. Moore has appeared on my Political Pistachio Radio Show a number of times (April 7, 2007; June 16, 2007 with his publisher: Ted Savas; and January 26, 2008).

And honestly, Playing With The Enemy is a great read, and a book that is not about World War II and Baseball as much as it is about the human spirit.

As for the movie? Well, I hear there is going to be some great acting talents in the film, but the producer has not released the names, yet. However, when we know who those actors are that are in the film, you will find out about it on Political Pistachio, and of course at that time we will have Gary W. Moore return to Political Pistachio Radio to discuss the latest news regarding this blockbuster film.

Also see Gary interviewed by CNN here, and the Fox affiliate in Milwaukee here.

Friday, April 04, 2008

Getting it all done. . .

I last wrote on this blog with the enthusiastic intention of paying more attention to this ever-important site. Well, so much for that.

Now that I have spent a lot of time on my political blogs and my radio show, I realized it was time to return to this blog again, and of course work on my books.

Time has a funny way of slipping through one's fingers.

This morning I also decided to create a new blog (like I have enough time for all of my sites as it is) called Liberal Troll Haven. Liberal Trolls, you see, fascinate me. Well, that, and I don't have the ability to leave well enough alone, I guess. Anyhow, rather than inundate Political Pistachio with posts that battle the trolls, I thought I would create a site specifically for battling these harbingers of idiocy. And, I have left the comment section wide open for their responses. May be interesting.

As for the book, The Way of Deception has changed drastically. Viewpoint is still in its infancy.

Okay, enough of this blogging stuff, back to the books.

Monday, February 04, 2008

The Journey So Far

As I continue to build my market through blogs and my Blog Talk Radio Show (Political Pistachio Radio)
I am discovering relationships with authors (and a few other people I feel greatly humbled to know) that are inspiring me to move forward, and continue my journey to wherever the Lord wants me to be.

The first author I got to know, and one that inspired me to continue on with my goal of becoming a published writer, is J.A. Konrath. Joe is one of those people that I can relate to. An average guy with an above average ability to write. Like me, he endured a lot of rejections in the industry, until suddenly he landed a big deal. Konrath secured a six-digit deal for his Jack Daniels Detective series, and wrote about his journey along the way. It was the June, 2004 issue, page 32, "After the BIG SALE" by J.A. Konrath, that first caught my attention. The article outlines in a journal style the road to becoming published for Joe Konrath, and how a regular guy suddenly found himself joining the club of published writers. . . and with a six figure deal to boot. That journal about his excitement, and how it all happened for him, was inspiring, as was a later article in the September 2005 issue of Writer's Digest. The title of that article was "After the Book Comes Out," and the lessons I learned from the article inspired me, and made me remember that although the publishing game seems to be primarily about those with name recognition getting published, unknowns can still pull it off. I later had the opportunity to meat with Konrath, and Mario Acevedo, in San Diego at the Mysterious Galaxy bookstore. . . and had dinner with them afterward. It was about six months after that meeting that I began to blog.

In July of 2006, while on a trip to the Oregon Coast I met another writer, and an up and coming publisher, by the name of Dan Bessie. Meeting him and his wonderful wife was the highlight of that trip, and the relationship continues to this day, although now Dan and his wife live in France. Well, if ever I visit France, I have a friend to visit too. Anyway, getting to know Dan added to what I had already learned from Konrath, "Don't stop trying, and enjoy the journey."

On October 2, 2006 I attended a booksigning in San Diego that changed my path as a writer drastically. I had found out about a book called "Playing With The Enemy" by Gary W. Moore while browsing through the internet - and, being the history and baseball enthusiast that I am, I just had to attend that book signing. Along with Gary at that booksigning was Jeff Edwards, author of "Torpedo." Well, as a Navy veteran, I thought to myself, "What a great opportunity to meet two fantastic writers, one with a book about my beloved Navy, and the other about World War II and baseball." The friendships with them both have been fantastic and inspiring. And out of those friendships also came my acceptance into the Military Writers Society of America (through which I met Jim Stewart, author of The Ghosts of Vietnam/Angel of Vietnam), and eventually the American Authors Association as well.

Shortly after that, I attended my first Writers Conference. The conference I attended was The La Jolla Writers Conference in San Diego, California. After the first day of the conference, and please don't think me horrible for saying this, I didn't feel like I was told anything that I didn't know. Little did I know, the next two days would knock that cocky little attitude right out of my thick skull. In short, I learned a lot.

In November of 2006 I completed reading Playing With The Enemy and at that time realized that Gary W. Moore's book was hands down the best book I had ever read. I had to meet him again and tell him so. Shortly afterward I drove to meet with Gary W. Moore in Pasadena, and the man touched me in more ways than just the inspiration of becoming a writer. As a Christian, he helped me realize that the writing isn't just about me, or my book, it is about God's plan for my life. Life is about chances, and second chances, and paths the Lord takes us that we don't even expect. From that day onward, a wonderful friendship has developed, and I feel blessed to know Gary W. Moore.

Shortly after that, on November 13th, 2006 I was a guest on a show called "My Point Radio." The hosts, Dave and Jenn, asked me about my work in progress, and about my blogging. Apparently, Jenn was (and is) a fan of my blog, Political Pistachio, and had mentioned me on a prior occasion on the show. Night Rider, better known now to me as Phil, took it upon himself to learn more about me, and ever since then a friendship with Dave, Jenn and Phil has ensued. That was my first introduction to Blog Talk Radio, and little did I know, it would be only a matter of time before I was a host myself.

In early December of 2006 I had another opportunity to meet an author at the Mysterious Galaxy Bookstore in San Diego, California. This time I got to meet Howard V. Hendrix, a very intelligent mind, and a fantastic person to have the opportunity to speak to. Though I am not in constant touch with him, the meeting with him in that bookstore that night was definitely an experience that broadened my knowledge, and inspired me as a writer. The following day I went out to Imperial east of San Diego to meet with Jim Stewart at an event where the proceeds of the sales of his book went to the Wounded Warriors charity, an organization created to support the families of our wounded warriors.

On January 7th, 2007 my computer crashed, and many of my files were not backed up. The setback regarding my writing projects was severe, and the work on The Way Of Deception in regards to the latest rewrite was completely lost. The devastation affected my writing and my life. But, like any good writer, I got back on the horse and continued on with my writing, trying to recapture in my book what I had lost.

After toying with Wide Awakes Radio, and then their stream going down, on February 24, 2007 my Political Pistachio radio show premiered on Blog Talk Radio, and with it the opportunity to further market myself, and help market my fellow writers. In the beginning the show wasn't that great, but as time passed I grew, the show got better, and so did the guests.

But you know, I think I will talk about all of that on another post sometime.

Well, Gary W. Moore has been a guest three times, and numerous other writers have joined the show too. Bloggers and politicians so far have also graced my little show with their presence. But like I said, that will have to be on another post. This one is long enough already. God Bless, and we'll talk to you soon.

Monday, January 28, 2008

James Houston Turner

A while back I wanted to post on this, but our friends at Blogger decided for a while that my blog was a Spam Blog - sorry, fellas, it's not.

Anyway, on Saturday, January 19th, I drove out to Los Angeles to meet with James Houston Turner, the author of The Identity Factor. He had flown out here from Australia to see his son, who is a United States Marine, and to conduct a book signing at The Mystery Bookstore in L.A.

Before flying out to the United States, he sent invitations to all of his MySpace friends, and I am one of those people. I responded saying that I was unable to attend because the book signing interfered with my radio show. I later changed my showtime, and yes, that is me and Mrs. Pistachio in the picture above talking to James Houston Turner.

When we met, we hit it off. James had also set aside a book for me and personalized the autograph. I decided to also buy an extra one, and came home with two of his books.

Last Saturday we met again, deciding to have a little coffee at a McDonalds in San Diego County. Well, the coffee meeting grew to beyond two hours, and the meeting was fantastic. And in the end, he gave me three books to give away on Saturday when he is a guest on Political Pistachio Radio, and I gave him a bunch of Political Pistachio bumper stickers.

I feel fortunate to have met this writer, and I am reading his book right now. I will give you a report when I am finished.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Salsa Recipe for all of those upcoming Football Games!!!

. . .or just for munching on during New Years Day.

Have some Tortilla Chips you are in the desperate need to dip into something?

Well, Salsa is always a nice treat.

Doug's Salsa Recipe


1 can of RO-TEL ORIGINAL Diced Tomatoes and Green Chiles
2-3 Medium Tomatoes (DO NOT REFRIGERATE TOMATOES - refrigeration causes tomatoes to lose their taste a little)
1 large lime
1 Clove of Garlic
3-6 Green Onions
Cilantro (optional)
1/2 of a Carrot (optional)
jalepeno pepper (optional)

Double the ingredients for a larger batch.

Pour can of diced tomatoes and green chiles into bowl.

Cut fresh tomatoes by hand into small pieces, the smaller the better. Do not use food processor or similar device because it makes the salsa taste watered down. I often use Roma Tomatoes - if you do, add one more tomato because they are smaller.

Add Tomatoes to bowl.

Cut lime in half and squeeze juice into bowl. I often have another lime or two available in case I get a lime that does not produce much juice. If it has seeds, hold the cut side up when you squeeze so that seeds don't fall into mixture. Some folks like less lime and only use a half a lime for this size of a batch.

Cut clove of garlic into small pieces and then crush with a fork until it is like a paste. Then add garlic paste that you made into mixture.

Cut up onions into small pieces. Once again, like the tomatoes, it is better to cut by hand with a knife. Appliances tend to tear onions rather than cut them and some of the onion flavor becomes lost. I put 3-6 for number of onions to use because it is a matter of taste. I use 6 onions, my dad uses 3.

Add onions to mixture.

Chop cilantro in similar fashion. Cilantro gives the salsa that true Mexican taste, and I like cilantro a lot. I tend to only cut up and use the leaves because the stems tend to give the salsa a parsley flavor. Remember, cilantro can be strong, so use discretion. I use about four stems worth (remember, use only the leaves for best results).

If you decide to add the carrot, chop pieces as small as you can get them. Amount varies based on your taste.

Jalepeno can overtake the flavor if not used sparingly, but if you want a little more heat in your salsa, feel free to use the pepper. Note, keep seeds for more heat, eliminate them for less. If I use jalepeno I tend to use a quarter chile per can of ROTEL. I don't use them often, however, because the flavor of the salsa is so good without them.

Salt to taste.

Added notes: pick your ingredients carefully. The quality of the tomatoes play a large part in the flavor of the salsa. And once again, do not refrigerate the tomatoes. They lose flavor when refrigerated.

Okay, now stir it, let it sit twenty minutes, stirring every 5 minutes - then enjoy!

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Albondigas recipe for the New Year!

Doug's Albondigas Soup Recipe (also known as Mexican Meatball Soup)

Overall Preparation Time: about 2 hours


Group 1 - -

2 Tablespoons olive oil
1 large garlic clove (chopped, minced, mashed)
1 large brown onion (quartered/chopped)

Group 2 - -

6 carrots, sliced
1/2 pound french cut green beans, chopped (canned/drained is fine, fresh is better)
1 stalk of celery, sliced
1 green onion, sliced
1 pinch of chili powder
1 lime, cut (you will squeeze all of the juices into pot when the time comes to add this item, then discard the rest)
1 green bell pepper, gutted and cut into pieces about same size as carrot slices
1 can of tomato sauce, 8 oz.
1 can of diced tomatoes, 14 oz.
6 cans of chicken broth, 14 oz.
56 oz. of water (fill four of the chicken broth cans)

*** optional: pinch of crumbled oregano leaves, pinch of basil leaves. Fresh preferred. Soup is good without these spices, but it has a nice flavor with them as well. Try it both ways, see which you prefer.

Group 3:

(1) 1/2 pound of fresh ground beef
(2) 8 oz. packages of Farmer John Original premium pork links
1/2 cup of white rice/uncooked
2 large pinches of parsley flakes (fresh, chopped as fine as possible; or dried flakes are fine, but once again, fresh provides a better taste)
2 uncooked eggs

Group 4:

Fresh Ground Pepper
Cilantro (leaves only - remove stems)


Group 1 - Heat oil in over medium heat. Add onion and garlic. Saute' until tender, about 5 minutes. Place all items in Group 2 into large pot, high heat. Add Onions and Garlic to pot. Bring to boil, then lower heat to low/medium and simmer for about 30 minutes.

While the soup is simmering, combine all items in Group 3 in a large mixing bowl, adding about 1 1/2 teaspoon of salt and a reasonable amount of fresh ground pepper. It is best to mix it by hand. Be aware, if the items just came out of the refrigerator, it will be very cold on the hands. I tend to mix it for about ten minutes, or at least until it is obvious that the meat, rice, eggs, and parsley are thoroughly mixed.

After the soup has been simmering for 30 minutes, make walnut size meatballs out of the meat and drop them into the soup.

Cover, and bring the soup to a boil. Then, lower the soup to a low heat and let it simmer for about an hour, stirring occasionally.

Season and garnish with the items (to your preferred taste) in Group 4 after the soup has simmered for an hour.

Be aware, Cilantro is strong, and some prefer it to be used sparingly. The soup is fine without it if you are unable to locate cilantro, but cilantro has a uniquely Mexican flavor that really adds to the soup.

Added note: I have made the soup with a chopped up potato, and sliced Italian squash before, and it was good, but I prefer to use these two items in my tortilla soup - a recipe I will have on this site someday in the future. There are many ways to make Albondigas, and some even use Chipotle Sauce. After years of experimentation, I have only come across one restaurant that I think makes better Albondigas than me. But hey, that's just my opinion.

Enjoy the soup.

Tomorrow night I plan to post my salsa recipe.