Wednesday, October 19, 2022

My October Surprise

Here In My Car - I Feel Safest Of All - I Can Lock All My Doors...

Until I purchased my first car, I shared a '73 Dodge with my Father. He drove for his carpool once a week. And I drove it to high school the other 4 days. I found out the hard way that Chrysler products all shared a unique superpower. They would DIE if you turned left and the engine was not thoroughly warmed up. It sounds strange, but I spent a few minutes before every trip mapping out paths to my destination with just right turns. Crazy.


My parents had Chrysler blood flowing through their veins. So every car in our garage was a Chrysler brand. But I hated their products like they were demons from hell. That hatred later flowed to all American products, as I encountered numerous flaws in various brands, and was stranded on the roadside more times than a teenager should be. Then, I purchased my first Datsun. After an initial hiccup, the former owner installed the wrong type of fuel pump, it ran like it was trying out for the Indy 500. I drove that car to college and it kept running until a truckload of inebriated Highland Park youths ran it, and me, into a tree.

Next came Mazda, which I drove until college graduation. It took me into my first job, and well over 100,000 miles of fun. I felt pity for the old girl, as she was leaking from just about everywhere - literally being held together by prayer. 

Then, I decided to try some German engineering and bought a Volkswagen - which sank into the swamp. No, that's not correct. An old man ran a red light and put me in the hospital. Let me tell you, when you are my size, 6'5" and at the time, a sturdy 250, having a group of healthy firemen lifting me into an ambulance is a wee bit unnerving - but I survived. Unfortunately, the car was put to sleep.

From the settlement, I upgraded to an even better and bigger Volkswagen. Their tanks in WW2 got better with size, why not their cars? That vehicle took me all over Texas, until it sank in a swamp - nope, that's not it. It was targeted for destruction by a carload of illegal aliens. They were not insured, unlicensed, and hit me. But according to the letter of the Law, I was at fault for the accident.

You might think after all that I might have given up driving altogether. No, instead I acquired a Toyota 4Runner - the car of my dreams. Its big enough that I just dare people to hit me - not literally of course. Instead, I plead the Blood of Jesus over it every day. And at well over 100,000 miles, I am just now dealing with a handful of routine repairs. They are such awesome vehicles. If only all my car experiences were so nice.

Memes, Get Your Memes Here!

I'm sure you have seen these messages on social media - share this or else you will not be Blessed. Or, like this, or else you will face God's wrath. God does not work that way.

First off - God is always wanting to Bless. When you are a Baby Christian, and what you say is not matching what is in your heart, He applies much mercy to protect you from your own stupidity. As you mature, He expects your mouth and heart to agree - or else. What is the or else? See Job. 

God Blessed him tremendously, placed a hedge of protection around Job - that was satan's complaint. But something brought that hedge down, and it wasn't God or the devil. It was Job. He GREATLY feared that his kids might sin, or that catastrophe would hit his life. And that is exactly what he got. When he finally figured out what was wrong, God helped him get his mouth under control, and then restored and doubled his fortune. The lesson - don't fear. Speak God's Word Boldly. Believe Him and Praise Him. And you will be BLESSED. And forget the memes.

Don't Change A Thing...

This song is 40 years old - released October 27, 1982. I remember getting home from work and watching this video, and MTV for hours - cable television finally reached Longview, Texas and I talked my parents into installing it. We only had 3 reliable TV stations at the time. 

Don't Change from INXS ranked as high as #17 on the US Charts, but that IMHO was an unfortunate ranking. The clubs were playing this as part of their regular rotation. An even I, as kid still in high school who only rarely went to a dance club, remember dancing to it many times. Enjoy! Just Don't Change A Thing!!


Its Election Season!


As October winds down, you can't escape all the election ads, the paid bots, the "surprises", and the Democrat shenanigans. I have to admit, Twitter can be fun. And messing with the DNC bots - although rarely will it ever change any minds, is very satisfying. Here are a few of my most recent exchanges.


It amazes me how democrat operatives can get so fixated on a single aspect of any situation. Its done intentionally to build sympathy for their cause or candidate. They never reflect on what is truly the greater good - how can the MOST people benefit. And Brooklyn Dad is a hoot. He must be paid well to tweet the crap he puts out. He is my pick for agitator of the year.


I don't know Peter Morley, but since this response, he has since revised his spiel. Apparently, its not OUR money. Because it must stay under the control of the government.



The owner of this Tweet blocked me, so I can't copy the original nonsense - so let me recreate the concept. For some reason, people on the extreme left - most democrats, are obsessed with The Handmaid's Tale. A truly dreadful book about a dystopian future where the breeding women are dressed like 18th century women - in red Snuggies and white bonnets. 

Women have fought the patriarchy for 50 years, emasculating most of the male population, and yet somehow men are going to rise up, take back control, and make women sex slaves? And my point was simple, IF this were to happen, there is no way that nubile women will be forced to wear those stupid outfits. Let the elevator reach the top floor. The handmaids are more likely to dress and dance like Lily Collins.

Remember, this is MY dystopian future, where nubile women are admired and respected.



Where does one go from that?


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