CLOWNS STILL HAVE JOBS

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Most folks recall Nancy Pelosi telling the local elected officials assembled that Congress “[has] to pass the bill so you can find out what’s in it, away from the fog of controversy.” Although Democrats claim, her statement was taken out of context, the framework of the entire comment drips with Demo-speak.
Last night, and into today, Democrats stalled voting on a new healthcare bill by making a clerk read the entire bill, page by page.
The best writers of satire could not have contrived the absolute irony of this request. The hypocrisy of the Democratic Party glows brighter than a carbon arc light at a Wal-Mart opening. Ringling Brothers may have taken down their tent but clowns still have jobs as members of the Democratic Congress…

PELOSI PIFFLE

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To quote a recent comment by Nancy Pelosi:”We don’t wear our religion on our sleeve” is an interesting remark from a Roman Catholic who supports abortion and same-sex marriage…To wear on one’s sleeve means to express an emotion, belief, or stance overtly and make it an important part of one’s public life…This seems perfectly normal for Christians…She also said; “Democrats are people of faith and Republicans prey on the American people”…First of all this women plays the same word game taught to other Liberals, the inclusive ALL…When you make a naked reference to 100 million folks, without quantifying it you have said all…The remark, all Republicans prey on the American people, teeters on the insane…Judge not in the Biblical sense requires the component of condemnation, and let me be very clear; I am judging her…She is a public figure demeaning Christianity via hypocrisy…”The mouth of the righteous speaketh wisdom, and his tongue talketh of judgment.” (Psa. 37:30)… As to Republicans duping the American people Pelosi shines a very bright light on her hypocrisy…”You can keep your doctor” is the poster expression of preying on the American people…”You must sign Obama care without reading it” runs a close second…Folks, the depth of moral depravity that the existing leaders of the Democratic party (yes i mean all) have sunk to is unprecedented in my lifetime and for that matter in American history…Enter President Trump; drain the swamp!

THE SHIP OF MADNESS

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THE SHIP OF MADNESS

 

Obama has left a trail, which a Boy Scout could follow, of data proving his disdain, and hatred for Israel. If and when all the latent underhanded knowledge of his administration becomes known prepare to be lighting struck. There is a strong under current, yet present, to convert our beloved Republic to Socialism. Democrat leaders, in my opinion, illustrate successful brainwashing enhanced by money lots of money. This solves their usage of insane commentary, which is so obviously contradictory. Hired gangs conduct the campus riots, rioting protesters are hired thugs. Do you not see this? Anarchy is contrived now in an attempt by Democrats to create havoc. They lost, therefore foot stomping until shoes wear out is not enough. We are now merely seeing the tip of an iceberg, and it is going to get worse. Dynamic leadership of Americans, who no longer accept the attempted destruction of this great nation, will sink their ship of madness …Be strong America, and place your faith in Our Lord Jesus

 

 

John Has a Church Nearby

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John Has a Church Nearby

By

D. Edwin Burbee

The road stretching in front of me, its distance grinding down the will to continue is causing hypnotic staring. A plume of red dust, with hues of brown, flour like in texture arrive in my face curbing the distant gaze. Thick wooded pines, like soldiers at attention, stand guard on my right. To the left, fields of weeds appearing as uncombed hair wandering to the horizon speak words inside my head. This is desolation. But this is what you were longing for, isn’t it? Yes it is. I am an alcoholic with 3 months of sobriety. Backpacking in the Adirondack Mountains, retreating from everyone and everything is crucial. Without calluses on my feelings, once numbed with whiskey, being alone keeps sanity tight and close. My name is Ernie.

Thirty-one is too young for a drunkard, I told myself. It is not really a problem, I told myself…Lies, all lies! I took my first drink at six never stopping until May of this year. Every member of my immediate family was alcoholic; may they rest in peace. It is not their fault; “in the blood” says my AA sponsor. The search for an answer brings my distortion to this empty yet beautiful place. What am I looking for? That is mysterious. Pushing me forward is a compelling power, seeking insight just around a distant curve of path. I am a living puzzle, the 1,000 piece size, born containing 999.

The Tongue Mountain Range trail was my choice with lean-tos for overnight camping. The down side is timber rattlers; these are large snakes some approaching five feet. The upside is they are a great source of protein; The Ruger SP101, on my belt, is loaded with snake shot for that purpose. Seeing an unoccupied lean-to in the distance, I stop to set up camp.

Removing my backpack, I hear the sound of footsteps, the voice of a women behind shouts “stopping for a break”.

“Yes, where did you come from”?

I’ve been following you for miles”, she replied. Odd, I thought; wonder why I never saw her? “Are you heading for Brown Mountain, My names Vicky”?

“I’m Ernie; Vicky was my mother’s name, what are the chances”?

“Must be karma”, she quipped.

“Actually, I don’t know where I’m headed, how about you? She did not reply, only smiled.

Then she spoke, “The look on your face plus tone of voice tells me your walking away from somewhere, not to; am I correct”?

“Look, I’m just on a hike are you some kind of seer”?

“Never been called that before, but that’s fairly close” she responded.

“Close, close to what?”

“Ernie lets start a fire and I’ll brew up some tea”.

“OK Ms. Seer, but watch out for snakes”.

“Snakes stay away from me Ernie”.

Fire started and water set to boil we sat down on a log, she spoke first.

“What are you searching for”? Her voice is melodic and when she speaks, a profound peace overwhelms.

“A solution to a problem Vicky, I’m a drunk, been dry since May, seeking a cure or a way to live without booze; make sense?” She poked at the fire. Sparks winking in darkness compliment the unusual feeling of peace.

Pausing a moment, her tuneful voice plays; “inside of everyone’s soul is a door without a knob. Behind that door is a closet with a cloak hanging on a hook. Most think past this door an entire lifetime”.

“Vicky, how do I open this door”?

“You knock and it opens, then you put on the robe. To tap on the door is accomplished by praying the sinner’s prayer”.

“Vicky, what are you some sort of minister”? Again, no reply just a smile.

Alright, what is the robe or cloak for”?

“It is the robe of forgiveness, a complete pardon awaits anyone who knocks and asks the Almighty One to forgive all past sins. Donning the robe marks you as His, gifting eternal life. But the road to life forever is strait not impassable; The Great Spirit will guide you, for you are no longer alone”. Reaching out she placed a stone in my hand. “What is this”, I inquire, and “it feels warm”.

“Ernie this is for you, it is syenite a form of granite. Keep it forever as a reminder of this moment. John has a church nearby, all your answers are there”.

“John, John who”?

She stood placing her hand on my shoulder, “John the Baptist”.

“This Church, how do I find it”?

“Just walk you’ll see…just walk”.

Opening the side flap on my backpack I placed the stone inside. “Thank you Vicky, would you like another cup of tea? Vicky”? She was gone! Looking up and down the trail there was no sign of her; vanishing almost instantly without a sound.

Sitting back down on the log, I begin to cry. Flowing tears of sorrow breach the dam of resentment. Manacles of memories melt instilling peace. The queen of sleep reintroduces herself; drifting, drifting then suddenly sunrise.

At daylight, I leave the lean-to and begin to walk, following an off-shoot path. There is not a thought as to direction, walking excitedly, and just placing one foot in front of the other. When the sun is high, a church steeple comes into view. Reaching the building I read the name, “Fellowship Baptist“.

The Minister greets me at the door. “What can I do for you”?

“I want to pray the sinner’s prayer and be saved” The words come out without thinking.

“At this time, you are exactly where you’re supposed to be, follow me”, he directed.

That was 34 years ago. Sobriety and the Great Spirit live within. The syenite rock is still in my pocket. I now know that Vicky is my Guardian Angel and one day we will meet again, only this time I will be wearing the cloak of forgiveness.

BRING BACK THE LIGHT

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Ever walk into a darkened restaurant on a bright sunny day? It takes awhile for your eyes to adjust…You need to get “use to it;”and that is what happened to many people; they became used to darkness…The darkness of Satan becomes normal over time…In the black ink of iniquity anything is acceptable…All matters of normal are altered to meet your lifestyle…If you have been saved, and accepted Jesus Christ as your savior then you have nothing to do with the new normal; nothing…PC is the roof over new normal…Inside is evil, where all forms of depravity hide…It is the complete absence of Jesus…America has gotten use to darkness…It wallows in sin…It is modern-day Sodom…Step out of the darkness into the waiting arms of Our Lord…A complete pardon awaits…Stop and define eternity, then ask yourself where would you rather spend it….

Self Gratification

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self gratification

Self gratification is as addictive as any drug…The more taken being directly proportional to the amount needed…The balloon of gratification, held by the user, can not be filled with an infinite amount of stuff; it eventually bursts sending the user crashing into reality…

REMEMBERING WALTER: APRIL 1939 – MARCH 2014

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Junior was his childhood name, which he disliked immensely. But this fact only became known
to me as an adult. Growing up together “Junior” taught this boy how to net butterflies, assemble an
aquarium and catch sunfish naming only a few. He was more than a cousin; he was my friend. He was a
multi-talented man with the greenest of thumbs. He could plant any seed, any time of the year and have
it sprout and grow into something beautiful.
My sister Ruth and I were his childhood actors. Walter would write and direct plays staring us.
This included costumes but never an audience. We would happily rehearse our parts over and over until
they met with the director’s approval.
I must admit he tried, unsuccessfully, to teach maturity to me, but my alcoholism would not
allow it.
I admired him immensely and never shared that fact. I cried today when hearing of his passing.
Walter Szczublewski was a gift to this world, and I know we will see each other again when I go to my
mansion in the sky. We shall net butterflies, grow beautiful things, and I will call him Walter.

NEW MATH AND THE CLOCK

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The following is an attempt to characterize the absence of logic, encapsulated in hatred, when ever a Progressive sits down with a Conservative…

Meeting in MSNBC’S green room are an anchor person,  Democrat and several network crew preparing for a prime time discussion. . The slightly perplexed anchor asks, “Great, my watch isn’t working, anybody have the time”? The Democrat replies, “its 2:45PM. “Thank you for the time check”. The Republican enters the room, “sorry for not arriving earlier but the cabby was stuck in traffic”. Turning to the Democrat the Republican says, “Got the time”? “Yeah its 7:18 AM”. “Why would you say that, I know it’s close to three”?
The Democrat’s facial expression changes from calm to glowering. “Now see, there you go questioning a perfectly logical statement. Everything you people look at is black or white. You are a judgmental idiot who lacks comprehension of time, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt your racist deep-seated hatred of Obama”!!  Quizzically, the Republican reacts: “What on Earth are you talking about”? With arrogance dripping from each word the Democrat spits an answer; “Do you expect me to explain what every child knows? I’m not wasting my time on the likes of you or your stupid Party”.
A crew member leans into the room, “it’s show time people”. The Democrat turns to the anchor and says, “Let’s go pal, it’s already 2:55”.

BALLISTIC COMPARISON TEST

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BALLISTIC COMPARISON TEST OF .177 LEAD “EXACT DIABOLO 8.44 GR. AND “RWS HYPER-VELOCITY 5.2 GR. SABOT

TWO GUNS WERE USED: #1) GAMO HUNTER WITH 3X9 BUSHNELL
#2) CROSMAN 357 CO2

PARAMETERS: DISTANCE                   25 YDS.
WEATHER                                              NO WIND
PENETRATION RESISTANT
TARGET MATERIAL 2 X 10 TREATED PINE

USING A LINEAR FORTH PROPORTION EQUATION WITH THE FOLLOWING PARAMETERS:

KV= KNOWN VELOCITY IN FPS
XV= UNKNOWN VELOCITY
DPD= DIABOLO PENETRATION DEPTH (IN CENTIMETERS)
SPD= SABOT PENETRATION DEPTH
APD= ADDITIONAL PENETRATION DEPTH: SPD – LPD
DELTA V= CHANGE IN VELOCITY

KNOWN VALUES: GUN #1) KV = 1000 FPS

GUN #2) KV = 445 FPS

CALIBER                                      = .177
LENGTH IN CM OF PELLET = 8
RESULTS USING LEAD 8.44 GR. GUN #1

ACCURACY: 3 ROUNDS IN 2 INCH BULL AT 25 YDS.

DPD    = 13 CM

RESULTS USING SABOT 5.2 GR. GUN #1

ACCURACY: NO NOTICEABLE CHANGE

DPD  = 21 CM   21 – 13 = APD OF 8

EQUATION:             XV: LPD = KV: APD
XV:  13    = 1000:  8
8XV = 13000
XV =   1625 FPS
1625 – 1000 = 625 FPS
625 DIVIDED BY 1000 X 100 = 62.5%

A SUBSTANTIAL INCREASE!!

WARNING….PELLET WILL NOT DEFORM, PASSING THROUGH SMALL GAME…ONLY ETHICAL SHOT IS HEAD SHOT

RESULTS USING LEAD 8.44 GR. GUN #2

ACCURACY: 3 ROUNDS IN AN 8 INCH BULL AT 25 YDS.

DPD = 2 CM

RESULTS USING SABOT 5.2 GR. GUN #2

ACCURACY: 3 ROUNDS IN A 2 INCH BULL AT 25 YDS.

A REMARKABLE INCREASE FOR A CO2 HAND GUN!!!

DPD = 8CM     8 CM – 2 = APD OF 6

EQUATION:          XV: LPD = KV: APD
XV:   8     = 445:   6
6 XV = 3569
XV = 593.3 FPS
593.3 – 445 = 148.3 FPS
148.3 DIVIDED BY 445 X 100 = 33.3%

AGAIN, A SIGNIFICANT INCREASE FOR A CO2 PISTOL

CONCLUSION: USING RWS SABOT PELLETS ACHIEVES A 33.3% INCREASE IN MUZZLE VELOCITY WITH ASTONISHING ACCURACY.

ADDITIONAL INCLUSION OF ENERGY:

GUN#1 = 8.44 GR. VELOCITY =1000 FPS… ENERGY = 18.75 FOOT POUNDS
“         = 5.2 GR.            “           = 1625 FPS…        “           =  30.5        “           “

GUN#2 = 8.44 GR.  VELOCITY = 445 FPS…ENERGY =   3.71   FOOT POUNDS
“        = 5.2   GR.           “           = 593 FPS… ENERGY =   4.07         “          “

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THE RWS SABOT HYPER-VELOCITY PELLET.
HOWEVER AT $10 PER 200 COUNT THEY ARE A BIT COSTLY BUT NO LEAD MAKES THEM GREEN. IF YOU ARE USING A CO2 PELLET GUN THIS IS THE AMMO FOR YOU….

BALLISTICS ANSWER

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The ballistic coefficient of the M856 tracer round…Ballistic coefficient  represents how well a bullet resists air drag. The higher the number, the better the bullet retains velocity, energy and thereby shoots flatter…The M856 is a 64 gr black tip …Here are the Ballistic results for that round…

Range (yards)     Velocity (fps)     Energy (ft.-lb.)     Trajectory (in)     Come UP in MOA     Come UP in Mils     Wind Drift (in)     Wind Drift in MOA     Wind Drift in Mils
Muzzle    3100    1366    -1.5    0    0    0    0    0
100    2906    1200    0    0    0    0    0    0
200    2720    1051    -2.6    1.3    0.4    0    0    0
300    2542    918    -10    3.2    0.9    0    0    0
400    2370    798    -22.7    5.4    1.6    0    0    0
500    2206    691    -41.6    7.9    2.3    0    0    0