Where are we going with all this?

Headline from The Blaze: “Walmart Refused to Create Confederate Flag Cake. The next day the same customer asks store for a cake with the Islamic State Flag. Want to guess how it turned out?”

You know the answer.

So what’s America going to look like in 25 years?

Well if current trends continue very possibly this:

• After the inevitable economic collapse the year 2040 will see roaming tribes based on race, ethnicity, gender and sexual orientation fighting each other for the remaining few scraps of government handouts.
• President Chelsea Clinton will be “elected” for a 5th term and the one existing political party will have made dissent of any kind a federal offense.
• Christianity will have been banned after SCOTUS ruled it as racist, sexist & homophobic, with only atheism and Sharia law universally accepted.
• All businesses will be state-owned and schools & colleges will serve as govt. indoctrination centers teaching the approved political correctness of the day and blind loyalty to those in DC.
• Finally … the U.S. Constitution will be displayed in museums as an irrelevant and obsolete historical document.

Hyperbole?

Paranoia?

Perhaps … but after the past 6 and a half years who can be sure anymore.  It is obvious that President Obama and his Wizard of Oz, Mr. Soros, are achieving what they set out to do ---  fundamentally change the USA (change is not always good)!

My daughter just wrote:

"Though always appreciative of social media for expressing support or dissent, I shake my head vigorously knowing the majority fail to read beyond the tag line. So I challenge those with a rainbow pic to do their homework. Read the opinions, understand the dissent, look beyond the surface and recognize the significance of what bench 'legislation' means, look at the how -- not the what. BTW the case is Obergrfell v. Hodges. Happy reading."

Basically, we've converted personal preferences into constitutional mandates (paraphrasing from the dissenting opinion). This is a slippery slope. The history of the world is one of reaction with the ball bouncing from one side to the other and back.  Unfortunately, each bounce of the ball usually means war somewhere in this world.  The next steps could be animus as the motivation for the states' application of marriage law or any law for that matter.

I am in favor of arranging the laws to permit gay couples to arrange their domestic affairs in whatever way they see fit, and to have those affairs blessed by whatever authorities are inclined to bless them: Episcopalian church, Sam’s Club, Taylor Swift, Grand Mystic Royal Order of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine — it’s a free country.  I've never understood why we should recognize a group of people by how they have sex.  Duh!  It's a free country.  I just don't need to know nor do I want to know this.  Unlike Barack Obama, I did not arrive at my views on same-sex affairs recently and at a moment of political convenience.  I also don't believe I or anyone else should be forced to lie and say that I agree with this life style.  I don't.  I won't.  I will not!

But, that being said, the idea that lurking in the penumbras of our 18th-century Constitution is a fundamental national right to gay marriage is simply preposterous.

It is not there.

It is a fiction, and, just like the Harry Potter novels, the fact that it is very, very popular does not mean that it is not fiction.

The Strange Case of Rachel Dolezal

Incredibly good article regarding Rachel Dolezal at PowerLine.  Take a look.

http://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2015/06/the-strange-case-of-rachel-dolezal.php

What is happening in our world?

Dear Friend of Mine, Bob

A man may smile and bid you hail
Yet wish you to the devil;
But when a good dog wags his tail,
You know he's on the level

"Some roads aren't meant to be travelled alone

 

We had just lost our loyal yellow lab/golden retriever Brandi.  She had been Tisha’s dog.  We inherited Brandi when T died.  Brandi was a link to our beautiful daughter – and now Brandi was gone. 

We decided not to replace her.  A month later, Nancy said she needed another dog – and the search was on.  After a number of rejections for various reasons, Lab Rescue brought us a skinny, not attractive yellow lab/golden retriever with kennel cough that they had just found wondering the streets of Pomona.  This dog was in sad shape, but for some reason he connected to both Nancy and I. 
 

Bob found a home!
 

From that day on, Bob was a faithful companion wagging his tail millions of times over.  Meeting every car that drove into our drive-way.  Bob brought a calming, gentle joy to our home.  He seemed to be a great listener, never complained and with his large, gentle eyes seemed to understand.  Bob had only one job at our house: keep the hot-air balloons from landing in our yard as they flew over.  In his 11 years, he never failed in his job.

I believe we gave Bob a great home.  One acre of land, avocados for the picking, a skunk a month to sniff, a possum family once a year to play with and great friends walking by each day, with their humans, wanting to play with Bob.
 

We knew that our friendship couldn't last forever and we dreaded the day that we would have to give him back to the earth.  I hated the thought of it and hate it even more now.  Bob passed away today, June 1, 2015.   Bob is buried in our yard with his now famous sign hanging in the Purple Robe Tree we planted in his honor.

 

My dad told the story of a teary eyed little girl who showed up to church just after her beloved dog had died.  The pastor heard about it and so went to talk with her.  The little girl told him what had happened and then asked "Will my dog be in Heaven"?  The pastor said, "Sweetheart, if it takes your dog being in heaven for you to be happy, then he'll be there." 

I believe there is some truth in that.  King Solomon, some say the wisest man to ever live, wrote about animals having a spirit and that that spirit goes somewhere.
 

In the last book of the Bible, Revelation, God teaches us that the present universe in which we live will go away and will be replaced with a new heaven and a new earth. God also says that He will make all things new. For these reasons, I believe it to be a definite possibility that our pets will be made new and that those who are children of God will be reunited with them.

My Favorite True Dog Loyalty Story

In Edinburgh, Scotland 1856, wherever Auld Jock (John Gray) went, his best friend, Bobby, followed close behind. In just a few short years, the two developed quite a friendship as constant companions.

In 1858 Auld Jock fell ill with tuberculosis and died, leaving Bobby all alone in the world.

He was buried at Greyfriar's Kirkyard cemetery with nobody but the gravedigger and his faithful furry companion, Bobby, attending the funeral.

There was a ban on dogs entering the cemetery and despite efforts to prevent him, Bobby would find a way to sit next to Auld Jock every day.
 

During 1867, it looked like for a while that Bobby, without an owner, would be taken off the streets and be put to sleep. Thankfully, Edinburgh's Lord Provost, Sir William Chambers stepped in and paid for Bobby's dog license renewal, to which he became a ward of the city's council.
 

For 14 years, Bobby could be found at his best friend's gravesite. To sustain him during his long vigils at the cemetery, he would receive a meal daily at 1 p.m. at the Greyfriar's Dining Room.

In 1872, when Bobby died, he was buried beside the grave of his adored Auld Jock, having been awarded ‘Freeman of the City' status. Having touched the hearts of all who knew him and his plight to watch over Auld Jock, Greyfriars Bobby was the only dog ever to have been awarded this.

The Scotsman newspaper archives reveal the obituary of a Skye Terrier on January 17th, 1872 and a statue was erected in his honor. Upon it reads, "Greyfriars Bobby. Died 14th January 1872 aged 16 years old. Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all."

 

What a day it will be when I see Bob again -- dear friend of mine.  For he will be standing next to Brandi wagging his tail and licking Tisha's hand.

It just sucks!

Nancy's tribute to our daughter T -- How to cope with loss.