Monday, August 29, 2016

DAD WAS BOSS


DAD WAS BOSS

 

WITH NO APPEAL


By Dick Carmack

As we look about us and mourn the condition of the world we wonder how we got here. As such it might prove profitable to consider that maybe it’s not entirely the fault of the conspirators who want to be the rulers of the world, but might be our own fault, our own choices, that we see our civilization going down the tubes.
After all, isn’t it the American Way to see an opportunity and to step in and take advantage of it? That’s what the immoral, utterly depraved satanic crowd trying to be our “24/7 Nannys and Dictators” have done. They saw a people who had become so spoiled that they were just begging for a strong man to come along and take charge and so they simply stepped in and took charge.
The following is attributed to Paul-Henri Spaak (1899-1972); former Premier of Belgium; early planner of The European Common Market; Secretary of NATO"
 "What we want is a man of sufficient stature to hold the alliances (allegiance?) of all people and to lift us out of the economic morass into which we are sinking. Send us such a man, and be he god or devil, we will receive him." [1]
Did Spaak really say that? It doesn’t matter because there’s enough truth in it to make the point even if it’s just a lie. We have become a nation of over-fed, rotten-mouthed spoiled wimps who want to be pampered in our every whim. We rise up in wrath if we don’t get our way and will burn and destroy if crossed. But it wasn’t always that way.
We constantly hear of the “Greatest Generation” and there is much truth in that also. The men and women who fought WW2 came out of a culture that was patriotic, strong, durable, energetic, incredibly ingenious and afraid of nothing. How did they get that way? To answer that in full would require several long books and I’m not qualified to write even one. There is one aspect however that stands out and one I am qualified to speak on, “Dad Was Boss.”
I, like many readers, grew up in the days before and during WW2 when the culture of those days tolerated little of what passes for normality today. Dad was a farmer, father of 12 children (8 boys and 4 girls) and he didn’t have time for rebellion in his family. He was boss. The decisions were as fair as he could make them. They were swift and they stood, there was no appeal. It seemed like I got a spanking at least once every day and am sure there were many days when the corporal punishment was multiple and just. There were many things not to touch, not to do and above all not to say. In other words, morality was not an option it was mandatory.
Anything even approaching obscenity was quickly dealt with. One incident (that will seem silly to many modern folks) illustrates the point. There was a rule on our farm that nobody called anyone else “names.” “Horse-head” stands out in my mind. My brother Jack enticed me by saying, “Dick, if you’ll stand up at the barn door and call me a horse-head I’ll give you a nickel.”
Satan get behind me, that was just too great a temptation and so I did. It was timed by Jack of course so that Dad would be sure to hear. I spoke, Dad moved and justice followed quickly “behind.” During the course of the remedial action it came out that Jack owed me a nickel. Payment was duly enforced and the lesson for all was from then on etched in our collective memory.
What would happen today? Surely you jest. No one would even notice. Our language has deteriorated to the point that if there are not at least a few “hells” and “damns” in every sentence you are looked at like a drunk in church.
It is depressing to read then, “moral, conservative and enlightened” commentary that is laced with language that would have earned you a severe whipping and lack of any privilege for at least three months 50 years ago, but today is passed over without a whimper of protest. And, as most know, it’s not just hells and damns. The adjectives are much more graphic, some in so-called “conservative” writings that would make a sailor blush.
It saddens us to see young, moral, conservative authors using obscenities in their otherwise useful writings. They have unwittingly picked up the very tools that have been designed to destroy us and are using the weapons of the enemy on ourselves. It’s much like buying a boy a 22 rifle and telling him, “Go ahead and shoot yourself, but not anyone else.” As Pogo said, “We have met the enemy and he is us.”
Why has our communication deteriorated to the point that if you are trying to raise moral children you have to pre-read “conservative” or sometimes “Christian” commentary to avoid soaking their young minds in garbage? We need Dad back in charge. He lived in a generation that knew instinctively “bad manners corrupteth communication.”
Col 3:8 ¶ But now ye also put off all these; anger, wrath, malice, blasphemy, filthy communication out of your mouth.
Eph 4:29 Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.
At least one of the reasons the “Greatest Generation” was great, was because ladies were always shown respect, gentlemen stood up when a lady entered the room and barnyard speech was not allowed in the house. Dad always tipped his hat when meeting a lady. How long since you have seen that? Another line of no return was sassing, or talking back to Mother. If you did, you were usually reminded with,
“We’ll just wait till your Dad gets home.”
Nowadays, mothers and fathers are routinely cursed in public by their children and if you were to dare to protest or correct it, you would be arrested for “Child Abuse.”
The cities are much worse off than most rural areas. I remember a visit to Dallas in the 1980s (30 years after three years in the Army) when I heard language that I never heard before, spilling out of the mouth of an attractive (till then) young (lady?) in a public place. I’m sure there are readers who are scratching their heads and wondering, “Where has this guy been all his life?” That’s the point. We live (and have lived) in two different worlds. My world of moral restraint was a much better world than this present world that seems to be in a contest with itself to see who can hit bottom first.
To careless mouthed conservatives: Do you want to see America become great again? Examine your own behavior first and then tell us where we went wrong. Then take it upon yourself to see to it that in your family at least, morality will once again become mandatory, not a quaint relic of yesteryear.
Col 4:6 Let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man.


[1] http://msgboard.snopes.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=101;t=000329;p=1

TALE OF TWO POTS


Subject: Two Pots

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one-and-a-half pots full of water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I'm ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work, and
you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I've always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them.

For two years I've been able to pick these beautiful flowers to Decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots, but it's the cracks and flaws we each have that made our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
-Anonymous

Thank you to all my crackpot friends !!


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Lunch Down at the Char-Broiled and Soul-Seared Inn



LUNCH DOWN AT THE CHAR-BROILED


and SOUL-SEARED INN



By Dick Carmack



The Devil and “Most Senior Demon Honorable Screwtape” were having a lunch of “Broiled Jr. Devil” (those that had messed up) with dessert of frozen bureaucrat. They also had table guests from the CIA, NSA, FBI and the White House, all of whom knew all about the mega-data collection processes called “facebook, twitter etc…” That’s the internet system that has been set up to build dossiers (info files) on every living person on earth, so in case of need, it would all be there in black and white.

Screwtape, sweating profusely, screwed up his courage and said, “Sir.”

“What is it Skull and Bones?” the Devil asked.

“Sir.” He ventured again, half-afraid he would be eaten for lunch tomorrow after the news he had to deliver,

“Sir, we have a problem. It seems things have not gone according to plan.”

“What are you under earth are you possibly talking about?” asked Satan.

“Well Sir, you are aware of our plan to destroy souls via “facebook, twitter” etc…., well Sir, it seems to have backfired.”

James Clapper and FBI Director Comer almost choked on their “leg of demon.”

“WHAT? Tell me Screwtape, and make it short and accurate! Do you hear me?”

“Yesl Sir, it seems all the real Christians that we thought we had trapped, have taken a pledge to not post any more messages on facebook, twitter or ANY OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA SITE, unless they also say “I pray God will be able to Bless You’ and quote at least ONE verse of Scripture!”

Now the Devil choked. He threw down his fork and threatened to order nine demons to grab Screwtape and throw him as close as possible to the Pending Lake of Fire that was waiting out back!

“How under earth did you let this happen???  Tell me, you miserable little piece of cinder-to-be! WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP IT?” Did you say ALL of the Christians?”

“NO SIR! Just those who are real, and not just pretending to be Christians!”

“It seems some fanatics out there in New Mexico were the first ones to take the PLEDGE and now millions and millions of them are doing it! Our prize project is being flooded with ‘the Knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ!’ And there’s not a thing we can do about it except send out more demons to sit on their shoulders and whisper, “Don’t do that! Don’t do that! It’ll make you look like a fanatic and your ‘friends’ will laugh at you! Don’t do that!”

“Every last one of them (the hated Christians) have pledged,

“LORD give me_______ __________ the courage to stand up for You. Remind me dear Lord, that every time I post ANYTHING on Social Media to always say ‘I pray God will be able to Bless You’ and ALWAYS post at least one verse of Scripture!”

“We have tried ridicule by ‘friends’ that don’t believe, but it looks like not even that is working. BUT I HAVE A PLAN! Please don’t throw me near the Pending Lake of Fire….!”

“What’s your plan???” Screamed Lucifer. ‘Tell me if you can, you miserable little scoop of ashes!’”

“Sir!” trembled Screwtape, “The only solution is to shut it all down and come up with something else. Yes, I know Mark Zuckerberg and the others will be disappointed but there are more out there that will do our bidding.”

Satan held his head in his hands and lamented with flaming hot tears,

“My greatest brain-storm tuned against me! Who would have thought the very tool I planned to use to take over the world and keep all of them away from Jesus, will now be used against me? Curses! Curses! Curses! Laments, Laments, Laments!”

Clapper, Comer and the other appointed trolls and all the “mainstream media” present fainted dead away, as the “legs of demon” landed on the hot coals. Ninety-nine demons were instantly sent to haul the “smoking big-shots” all out and deposit them out back near the hot pond. As that happened, a terrible moan was heard rising from the Prince of Darkness, pleading,

“Somebody, somebody, please, please help me, please, I’m having heat-stroke.”


THE PLEDGE

LORD give me_______ __________ the courage to stand up for You. Remind me dear Lord, that every time I post ANYTHING on Social Media to always say ‘I pray God will be able to Bless You’ and ALWAYS post at least one verse of Scripture!”


Pr 22:1 ¶ A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.