Mostly True Tales

Today is the 1 year anniversary of Mostly True Tales. In that time, I have posted 90 times. Not too bad, but a far cry from every day. Still, I guess on average, that would be a post about every 4 days. Plenty of room for improvement. We will see how I do in year 2.

OK, so “Little Brian” saw the site today, and didn’t like it. He liked the photo in the header better. I understand, I do too. I switched to this Wordpress theme because I needed an theme that worked with both WP 2.3+ and fAlbum, a WP plugin allows the flickr integration. Ultimately, I would like to create my own theme, but until then, I will hack away, starting with something and ending up with something else. I like the look of this theme, and mechanically, it fits my needs, but I too, would like an image in the header. We will see what happens!

Here I am again, after a long silence, it’s always tough to start writing again, kind of like exercising. So, I thought I’d just ramble off a few things on my mind.

I’ve been fooling around with the looks of the site and have finally integrated flickr fairly seamlessly, thanks to their API. I’m very happy about the way it looks and works.

How about that Nobel Peace Prize? What a joke. First Jimmy Carter, now Al Gore? Oh brother!

The presidential election is about a year away, and I’m flat out depressed about it. I guess a lot can change in a year, but none of the candidates look very good. It looks like once again, it will be a case of the lessor of two evils. Just remember, Hillary Clinton is willing to gamble with your safety.

A recent study suggests a lot of women that previously voted republican will vote for Hillary, just because she is a women. That makes sense. I still say Laura Ingraham should be America’s first female president.

The other night, about a dozen FBI agents raided David Copperfield’s warehouse in Las Vegas. Apparently they confiscated a computer, a digital camera, and 2 million dollars in cash. Now there is another story out regarding sexual misconduct and even rape. What next?

The holiday’s are coming and will be here before you know it. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and then the year end. As usual, I’m not ready. I don’t want the year to end, I don’t want to turn 46.

Speaking of Birthday’s, today is my cousin Ron’s 48th Birthday. Happy Birthday old man, glad you made it.

I don’t know about you, but I was a little cautious today. A little anxious. I woke up this morning in the Ozarks, and I doubt Al-Qaeda is planning to hit the Ozarks, but I was returning to St. Louis first thing. I was worried about St. Louis, I was worried about all of America.

This evening as I write this, it looks like America will escape attack today, on the sixth anniversary of the greatest attack ever on American soil. You might say we lucked out, but the reality is, an attack today would be, too predictable, they want to surprise us.

This morning, as I drove into St. Louis, I listened to the Laura Ingraham show. Her new book, Power to the People, was being released this morning to coincide with the anniversary of 9-11.

I’m disappointed in myself for not stopping on my way home to pickup a copy. I’m sure I enjoy it thoroughly.

One of the many topics on Laura’s agenda this morning, was how schools in America are handling 9-11 from a historical point of view. According to her research, most schools in America were down playing 9-11, placing it in “context,” or not even acknowledging the events that occurred six years ago today.

This afternoon, when the kids got home, I asked Sarah, (Grade 5), and Bonnie (Grade 10), about their day. Sadly, neither one had social studies today.

Sarah told me, nothing was said about 9-11 by any of the school staff, but the kids were talking about it.

Perhaps at these young ages that is best, but I’m surprised there wasn’t a kid that noticed the flags at half-mast and asked why. No explanation or acknowledgment was given. Little Sarah is a 5th grader now, in the final stretch of elementary school. I’m sure she doesn’t fully understand what happened that day, and I’m not sure I want her to, yet. Bonnie is a different story. She is a young women now, and I want her to realize ALL of the dangers she faces in our world, and the future.

Bonnie told me her school had a short video, with the morning announcements, honoring the people that died September 11th, 2001, then, a moment of silence. Better than nothing, I suppose. She went on to mention, last year, her school provided planner that had the event marked. In this years planner, it was not.

I am greatly concerned for America and the glossing over of 9-11. We are becoming complacent, and that is what the enemy wants. Complacency. We are weary. But, a weary opponent is a weak opponent.

We must not become complacent or weary, and we must never surrender. If we do, we will be destroyed from within.

Unfortunately, due mostly, to the lies and treasonous actions, of the self-serving, elite left, our country is being brainwashed and lied to. We are being beaten from within by those that are acting for self-serving political reasons, or just think, it will all just go away.

WHERE ARE THE PATRIOTS!

I am afraid things are going to get worse, before they get better. I am almost certain America will suffer another attack even if we do decided to stop arguing amongst ourselves, and concentrate on the safety and future of our children, citizens, and country.

I sincerely hope you thought about September 11th, 2001 today.

I hope you talked about it with your friends, your neighbors, your spouse, and your children.

I hope you remembered where you were, and what you were doing.

I did.

I’d been looking out for this picture for a while and ran across it today while uploading images to flickr. Will is holding a beer completely surrounded in ice. The ice is stuck to the beer. Never before in my beer drinking lifetime have I seen such a thing.

Since Willy was supposed to come visit me this weekend and hasn’t as of yet (you never know with Will), I thought it would be appropriate to post this picture and say a few words.

Will, you’re late.

The odds in Vegas are falling like a rock.

You missed dinner, steak and lobster.

I held a huge party in your honor, but you weren’t there.

The Bud-Light Girls were there, so was Willie Nelson, he says “Hello.”

It’s ok.

Don’t change, I like you the way you are.