<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:07:11.103-08:00</updated><category term='God is in control'/><category term='Nicer but still humble.'/><category term='This picture is freakin me out man.'/><category term='Like my Brother says. I am real nice but real tough. I like it that way.'/><category term='surprise 013'/><title type='text'>Starsplash</title><subtitle type='html'>"There are two freedoms: the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; and the true, where a man is free to do what he ought." -- Charles Kingsley</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-1204137305542457205</id><published>2007-09-08T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:17:55.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>924 total articles</title><content type='html'>And for the time being I am done. I am rebooting my computer and wiping my hard drive and heading for greener pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get back on and maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the book Al??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-1204137305542457205?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/1204137305542457205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=1204137305542457205' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1204137305542457205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1204137305542457205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/09/924-total-articles.html' title='924 total articles'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-2031376129888057588</id><published>2007-09-08T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:57:20.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth is in the details</title><content type='html'>I am now about to annihilate another old Bull---t cliche. The Devil is not in the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil hates details and he likes the ambiguity of generalities. It gives Satin plenty of room to maneuver and pull his lying @$$ s--t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No......the TRUTH is in the details. This is where things add up or don't. The place where the lies stand out like broken records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I spend so much time examining everything I can down to the molecular level even trying to understand what the truth really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why laws should be very simple straight forward and easy to understand like as in thou shall not. The more wordy a law gets the easier it is for the Devil to manipulate the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest should be left up to the people to decide what is the truth and to accept or reject what people say and do or to patronize or not patronize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-2031376129888057588?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/2031376129888057588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=2031376129888057588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2031376129888057588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2031376129888057588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/09/truth-is-in-details.html' title='The truth is in the details'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-2728277552192399095</id><published>2007-09-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:04:16.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wife told the Preacher</title><content type='html'>I don't remember if I wrote this one up or not but two or three weeks ago my wife went to one of the preachers in our church and told him that we were breaking up and one of the main reasons we are breaking up was because she lied to me constantly and that made me mad. She also told him she was bi-polar and that she couldn't help doing what she was doing(whatever that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came home from a day out there in the big bad ol world Thursday Sep 6th and I asked her well what the preach say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she told the preach there was no way we were going to be getting back together(I wonder what gave her that idea?)and that her reason was that I always thought she was lying(I wonder why?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to her. Do you realize that you just showed the preacher your disease. I reminded her that she already told the preach that she had told him she lied to me and that was a big reason for me being mad at her a lalalala. and then she just made a statement that would cause a preach to think I was nuts because I wouldn't believe her. If I was a preach in a church with 4400 members I might not remember what she said to me last time. I might think that I was at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only fault I have is in picking a mate when I can't see the bi-polar personality traits before I make a commitment in front of God and keep picking women who cannot be faithful or are clinically nuts holding out way too much hope that they can be made better or will get better or will see the error of their ways. They can't and/or won't and there is no hope on this earth of a cure and it has taken me 30 long years to accept that fact that if they are nuts they are nuts and I am not able to do anything to change that fact and that hurts. It makes me feel like a failure. I don't like giving up and I don't like giving up hope on anything. It is just one more thing of this world that I have had to give up hope in. It places me in the position of giving God more room in my heart and the war between my flesh and my spirit just went one more notch to my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rom 8:1 There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I believe I have figured out why I keep getting involved with nutty women and though I have told some personal acquaintances I will not divulge it in an open web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my road crew I say this..........have patience. I will be a bustin out of this burg as soon as I am able.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-2728277552192399095?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/2728277552192399095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=2728277552192399095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2728277552192399095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2728277552192399095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-wife-told-preacher.html' title='My Wife told the Preacher'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-2507808083447733878</id><published>2007-09-05T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:50:15.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why is it that in the word, God says that a man who lays with a woman is defiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev 14:4 These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins. These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the firstfruits unto God and to the Lamb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-2507808083447733878?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/2507808083447733878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=2507808083447733878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2507808083447733878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2507808083447733878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-question.html' title='I have a question'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-2799923590545655189</id><published>2007-09-04T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:38:25.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>She would just stop talking to me. She ain't telling the truth. She talks to her momma like she hates me but she is very nice to me face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that makes me want to do is wish I would have taken off with the 5000 bucks back in May when I saw her symptoms rear there ugly head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her if anyone asks just tell them we don't like each other and we are going our separate ways that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has got her mommy so riled up that her mommy thinks that something bad is going to happen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to assure the world that so long as I am here and she is in my house that I will not do anything to harm her and that I WILL DEFEND HER WITH MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not hate her I just want her out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels guilty. she feels so guilty that it is like a ton of weight on her. She is guilty. People don't you realize that guilt is a universal thing. That it is the holy spirit making you feel guilt. She has dedicated her life to Jesus and what she is doing is an abomination before God. I guess she thinks that God will just keep right on forgiving her except for one thing. If you do something long enough God will just turn you over to the doing of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that she may be in the category of one of those people who are in danger of Judgement that Jesus speaks of. I know the heart of God. He does not wish this for her but if she does not change she will. god is no respecter of persons. So there is not going to be any excuse like 'but God I was bi-polar I didn't have any choice'. I don't think that is going to carry one ounce of weight with God. Well the truth is she does have a choice or does she? Maybe she would get away with 'It was your will that I be this way and I could not fight your will'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way. I just want away from her or her away from me. I am praying and hoping for the middle of next week. I Hope I hope I hope I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-2799923590545655189?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/2799923590545655189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=2799923590545655189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2799923590545655189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2799923590545655189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-1629032847625705262</id><published>2007-09-04T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:26:54.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through all of this</title><content type='html'>Never the less it is still a great urge within me to talk about Jesus. Even though I have not been working and have not had any of the main contact with people that I have from my job yet God has given me some very good moments of interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great  conversation about serving God with a firefighter at Walmart. In fact AI had met him before and he told me that he  hated to hear that I was leaving and that I had had a larger impact than I thought. He reminded me of the conversation we had had in which as a customer I had given him the calming word of a man who was following Jesus that I would get to his unit and solve the problem. He said that made such an impression on him that he began to use the very same with others and how God graced him with the same effect. I started to cry and told him that for most of my life I have worked for God without the requirement of feedback. I have especially since 1997 certainly asked God to take all of the credit and reserve none of it for me. I don't and cannot take any credit for any positive or good thing that occurs around me due to my preaching the Gospel or telling people about what God has taught me about the Kingdom of Heaven. It is very hard sometimes because under these circumstances we don't really get the feedback which tells us if we are being effective or of base. It is just anther way of placing full trust and confidence in our Mighty God. I am of course distressed at my personal situation and that God would see fit to encourage me that I am indeed doing the will and heart of God overwhelmed me. To be able to be used as tool to spread the Love of God which is life to me is what I asked for and to find out that it was bearing wonderful fruit is beyond my ability to contain my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of my personal problem and idiosyncrasies in spite of my weakness and my sin God still sees fit to do His good works through me this poor  decrepit imperfect vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like to be such a tool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a desire to love him and when given unto you to do a commitment to him and he will do through you the works of Love that he has ordained for you to do in the fullness of joy...... absolutely indescribable joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-1629032847625705262?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/1629032847625705262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=1629032847625705262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1629032847625705262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1629032847625705262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/09/through-all-of-this.html' title='Through all of this'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-836910783469306467</id><published>2007-09-03T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:51:06.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambs Well</title><content type='html'>Wellll I think she is at it again. She said this morning that she was going to the Lambs Well (a local christian book store)to get a book marker for her Aunt. I decided that I was going to haul another load of my stuff over to storage.&lt;br /&gt;I had pulled up the the intersection of Corder Rd and Russell Parkway in the left turn lain when I saw what appeared to be Karen in her car. Now the Lambs Well is across town from here but maybe she went to her secret bank(you now....the one she created a new account that I don't know about...supposedly). If that was the case then the direction she was going(west) is on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took about 10 minutes to unload and as I headed back home I suddenly got a little urge to drive on by the Lambs Well just to see if she was there. Nope She wasn't . So I said well if that is the only place she was going and that is the only place she said she was going then she is probably back at the house. Nope she ain't here. OH I suppose there could be a logical reason for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me this morning she made it right with her mom but Why did this house have the heavy feeling of Bulls--t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-836910783469306467?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/836910783469306467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=836910783469306467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/836910783469306467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/836910783469306467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/09/lambs-well.html' title='Lambs Well'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-7909593805441821097</id><published>2007-09-02T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:01:58.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know who she is talking too.</title><content type='html'>I told Karen that I was planning everything as if she was not going with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not answer. I looked at her and said "you are not answering me". She just shrugged her shoulder. I said "you don't know what you are doing yet"? She said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed her an article I had written about Why God takes people away from you. It is by far the most popular article with many hits and at or near the top in the Google search engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it too her. Actually I had requested her to come in here and read it but she said that she was busy and why don't I just read it too her. She has a 50% hearing loss in one ear and trouble concentrating and she is in the other room. So I read it to her as loud without shouting as I could. It is written in a sermon type of format and since I wrote it I of course know where to emphasize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She apparently did not want to hear this and after I got done with the sermon she went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later she got on the phone and says to whoever that she told me she is not going with me to serve Jesus. She lied to one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is confusion so I mulled it over for a few minutes then went over to storage and sat there thinking for a few more minutes. I went home and started packing. She was in the shower and when she came out she said what are you doing. I said what does it look like I am doing. She says are you leaving? I said I am preparing to leave-if I had somewhere to go today I would be gone. I felt as heavy as a pile of bricks. She said why are you doing this (a surprise question to me)? I said when you were talking to your mom you were talking really loud. I heard what you said. You lied to your mom or you lied to me. She said "I don't understand"? I said, "you told her that you told me you were not going with me when in actuality I told you I did not want you to go and that you were not going with me. I said because you do this constantly you paint me as some kind of monster when I am not. I said you need to call her and make a correction. She said that she "would do it tomorrow" as I continued to pack I told her she should do it today. She said ok and went to get her phone and called but her mom was not in.&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and had a little heart to heart for a change. I told her that she had lied to everyone around her and that those are symptoms of someone trying to hide from everyone. I said it made her look bad. I tried to explain as best as I knew what her primary problem was. 'Fear'. I told her that I understood exactly what she was going through and that I knew that she could overcome the problem. I told her I did not think her dumb. I told her I knew that she had a very low self esteem and that my cussing her out for screwing up big time wasn't helping her but I also told her she could overcome all of these problems and though she had made these things part of her by man's considerations it would take years to conquer her self that also if she would just put her faith in God that she could overcome her problems in a very short period of time but that I was no longer able or willing to wait for her to get better. She had long ago destroyed even her own families trust in her that her family has no room for her back in Virginia. The mean thing to say i suppose(I have never said this to her)is she made her bed she is just going to have to lay in it by herself but I didn't say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like her dad. I don't like my mom and even though both of us longed to have good relationships with our parents we were symply not able to have one. It also makes it difficult for us in marriage because men are men and women are women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she was afraid to be alone. So she will be moving in with a friend. I remember how terrified I was ten years ago about being alone. Now I am looking forward to it. To be master of myself like Jesus says we should be content to be. I am really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my and her heart will ache for a while but it is necessary. Like I said to many people better than 6 years ago. If I was meant to be married I would have still been married to my first wife. I am not meant to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job prospect right now and will probably take advantage of it for 30 days or so just to put a little extra cash in the kitty for the trip to where ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-7909593805441821097?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/7909593805441821097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=7909593805441821097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7909593805441821097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7909593805441821097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-know-who-she-is-talking-too.html' title='I don&apos;t know who she is talking too.'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-7271584151699132099</id><published>2007-09-01T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:21:06.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another what the?</title><content type='html'>Wife feeds stray cats. Possums invite themselves to the freebee. Possum has babies nearby. Baby possum gets up under my house and in to my walls. Gets lost Gets trapped. Dies.&lt;br /&gt;Flies find dead possum. Lays eggs. Maggots eat possum. All up. Maggots now have no more food and go a foragin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have maggots crawling out of my WALLS!!! @#$%%^&amp;*&amp;amp;^@##***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you my wife has been diagnosed with BI-POLAR DISEASE??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-7271584151699132099?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/7271584151699132099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=7271584151699132099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7271584151699132099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7271584151699132099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-what.html' title='Another what the?'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-1586573972687219381</id><published>2007-08-31T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:59:28.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal</title><content type='html'>HO-Kay. My wife tells me last night that she has been having thoughts of suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unloaded the 12 gage and hid it and all the ammo I could find. As soon as I can find the case for it I am going to lock it up in storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I want to walk into....is finding her  like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is another thing I need to list in the previous entry concerning bi-polar disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-1586573972687219381?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/1586573972687219381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=1586573972687219381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1586573972687219381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1586573972687219381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/suicidal.html' title='Suicidal'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-3636100485692809632</id><published>2007-08-30T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:00:45.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane</title><content type='html'>Bi-Polar disease is a form of insanity and my wife is insane. There is absolutely no way in earth to cure this disease and the psychiatric community only knows how to mask the symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;It upsets me to realize that the last two wives both have the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the outward symptoms are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inability to prioritize,&lt;br /&gt;Inability to make decisions,&lt;br /&gt;Destructive behavior patterns,&lt;br /&gt;Inability to keep a job,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inability to manage money,&lt;br /&gt;Destructivly obsessive traits,&lt;br /&gt;Destructive compulsive traits,&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal tendencies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal experience with these people who have this disease is that they are paranoid, fearful, pathological liars, manipulative, controlling vindictive and vengeful along with a plethora of other problems. They cannot be reasoned with in any way. Once they have their minds made up they will do whatever they have decided no matter the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance Karen decided to keep the household income to her self thinking that section 8 housing would be instantly available in spite of the fact that we could have been evicted in 30 days from our home and she would have ended up in a homeless shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen has told me that she knows that she has these problems and has prayed about them to Jesus often but it take Faith that these things will be overcome both in effort by oneself and that God will be there to strengthen you in the matter. She does not have the faith to go along with the prayers. No faith, no answers to prayer. She is praying faithless prayers or worse, making prayers that she does not want answered, a trait that may make Jesus mad. Not a good thing to do. I know just ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take her out there with me because her commitment to Jesus is far less than is needed to just jaunt off and do something for Jesus such as maybe help build a home with habitat for humanity or serve up free hot dogs on the freeway. It takes a measure of faith to just put yourself in a position when you may not know where your next meal is coming from. Faith that at this time she doesn't have. We could get out there with meager resources and she could have one of her patent panic attacks and burn up what little money we had just to get her someplace she would feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't realize that it is the Holy spirit convicting her of her sins and instead is writing her guilt off as depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them have been victimized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a cure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-3636100485692809632?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/3636100485692809632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=3636100485692809632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3636100485692809632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3636100485692809632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/insane.html' title='Insane'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4289888884159249021</id><published>2007-08-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:41:17.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wifes getting cold feet</title><content type='html'>She is worried about her dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her she is putting her dog before Jesus and how was she going to answer for that in that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4289888884159249021?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4289888884159249021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4289888884159249021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4289888884159249021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4289888884159249021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/wifes-getting-cold-feet.html' title='Wifes getting cold feet'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-1140230393645906514</id><published>2007-08-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:38:19.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Smell</title><content type='html'>None yesterday either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-1140230393645906514?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/1140230393645906514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=1140230393645906514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1140230393645906514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1140230393645906514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-smell_30.html' title='No Smell'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4861145182465011348</id><published>2007-08-30T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:16:11.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am astonished</title><content type='html'>I told my wife that I was not going to be staying here after she left.&lt;br /&gt;I'm movin on. I'll soon be gone.( Old Hank Snow song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat 19:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And every one that hath forsaken &lt;strong&gt;houses&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;brethren&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;sisters&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;father&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;mother&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;lands,&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my name's sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, shall receive a hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For those of you who have not done such a thing as this or think it is foolhardy. Don't be a writin it off as some kind of mid-life crises. I have done this before, ten years ago, living mostly out of my car for 14 months before God stilled me. I am fully aware of the choice that I make. I do this because this is what is in my heart to do and for no other reason. I am not completely animated; that is, I am not truly living unless I am talking about God, Jesus, and His Kingdom of Love, Light, Joy, and Peace. I have to do this or I die inside no less. The worst is I start to look like I am dieing on the outside, like some kind of death warmed over. You know.........like the pictures in my archives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that in a couple of days that my Internet service will be cut so just in case I don't find my way back to the Blogosphere..............It's been real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is always in total control so don't sweat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4861145182465011348?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4861145182465011348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4861145182465011348' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4861145182465011348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4861145182465011348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-stupified.html' title='I am astonished'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-365923521349103248</id><published>2007-08-29T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:10:24.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Smell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-365923521349103248?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/365923521349103248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=365923521349103248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/365923521349103248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/365923521349103248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-smell.html' title='No Smell'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5964498469862169783</id><published>2007-08-29T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:11:33.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something unexpected</title><content type='html'>Something New and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen has committed to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not turn down the request of another to serve God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I think of what Karen or any of the things she has done all of those things are set aside and must be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Jesus and I Will forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful because I will not be going alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that what we are about to do is unorthodox if thought of in today's concerns about preparations that we think we need to make but then the apostles went out in their day similarly unprepared. They went out knowing that the way was already made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go out knowing that the way is already made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5964498469862169783?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/5964498469862169783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=5964498469862169783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5964498469862169783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5964498469862169783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-unexpected.html' title='Something unexpected'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4132720768216104414</id><published>2007-08-28T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:17:25.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No stink today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4132720768216104414?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4132720768216104414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4132720768216104414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4132720768216104414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4132720768216104414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-stink-today.html' title='No stink today'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-3730222200333310531</id><published>2007-08-27T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:17:07.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The yellow light is now on!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night at about midnight I turned the TV off and as I went around the house turning off lights preparing to go to bed, I noticed that the TV was still on in my wife's bedroom the door was cracked and so I peeked in. She was sleeping so I snuck in and turned the TV off. I stopped in my tracks because of the smell.&lt;br /&gt;THERE IT WAS. That freaking smell of what I think is dope. In particular CRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the time I had been in there; 8-9 o'clock (no smell)and the time I had turned off the TV(smell) she done something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be willing to bet that if I had the sheriff bring the drug dogs in here I might get some satisfaction in seeing her out of here in cuffs or would I? No matter how mad I am at the prospect I still have not directly observed the miss deed and then there is the hard choice to have someone whom I have considered beloved even if it is in the past. So I will wait until I have absolute confirmation lest I do something undeniably stupid. After all there could be some completely logical explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course after the way that this same dept. treated me last week I don't know if I trust them so maybe I should take it to the next couple of levels. Do a little bypass and some sideways movement to get some honest cops in here to nab her. But you and I will have to wait. Have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-3730222200333310531?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/3730222200333310531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=3730222200333310531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3730222200333310531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3730222200333310531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/yellow-light-is-now-on.html' title='The yellow light is now on!!!!'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-1198296162086228452</id><published>2007-08-25T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:33:34.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Civilization</title><content type='html'>To be edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilisation is not dependant upon the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All nations have laws and some of them enforce their laws upon penalty of death even for the most minor infraction. Unfortunately that does not guarantee civilized behavior. In fact the truth is that most of the time that type of enforcement leads to de-civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of a nation will do what the example of the government and the courts so set.&lt;br /&gt;The United States is no different. The United states is not heading towards a more civilized and safe society but a more lawless and uncivilized society. The people are following the example set by the government and law enforcement and the courts. If the law is enforced by lawless lawmen(an oxymoron)who take it upon themselves to be judge and jury; lying (an uncivilized behavior pattern), and using cruel and unusual punishment methods(draconian and barbaric) that cause permanent incapacitation or death then the people will take that as an example and do the same. This must truly confound social scientists which I don't understand considering that the results of their social manipulations in the U.S. have lead to more lawlessness not less. A compromise between true peaceful civilization and a draconian nation is only a step towards a draconian civilization. If it is a draconian society the people want then the people will do what they have to do to get draconian. Problem is I keep hearing that that is not what the people want. Unfortunately unless people change there minds and stop blindly following their instincts feelings or the beliefs of the educated who are leading the masses to de-civilization through their willing and blind lackeys who put on a uniform, badge, and gun and say it is the law because I say it is the law, Not their call, never the less it will be a poverty enslaved nation that they receive and it will be a nation of their choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a short answer to why we have more crime. Cops are moving America to de-civilization by their uncivilized behavior. And the general American Public are willingly following being led by the blindness of cops narrow views. The American Public is indeed the blind following the blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilization is in the hearts and minds of the people and what is  Truly in the hearts and minds of the people they will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may note that I am not giving you any ideas on how to improve the situation. Previously I was obsessive about civilization remaining civilized. I am now cheering on the onset of de-civilisation and am now not interested in helping anyone figure out how to avoid it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bridge over a chasm and on the bridge were all the people. It was hot and when the people looked on the up-river side of the bridge the water was smooth and gentle. the water is calling out to the people to jump in and cool off. Take a drink I will quench your thirst. there is no way off of the bridge the people knew so some so thirsty and hot jumped in thinking that they would be well. That they could not see for did not look on the other side of the bridge the water was a raging boiling rapid. for under the bridge unbeknown to the people on the bridge their was a tall water fall. The people who jumped in were swept over the fall and were now caught and screaming for help. Yet the people on the bridge were wise and stood there only able to watch in horror exclaiming oh my don't jump off into the water for you will surely drown.&lt;br /&gt;The years and the decades passed and and soon it was a century but before the second century was past and With each new generation in spite of the warnings of the previous generation some jumped in the water And the people could only say we cannot save them only say do do what they do or you will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was well until one day a terrible disease came to the people of the bridge and many of their children were born blind Yet not all the children were blind. Yet the people of the bridge did not fail to warn their new children of the raging water and not to jump in. It was still hot. The people were thirsty but there was no way to receive water from the river. They could only drink what fell from Heaven. Yet the blind ones began to complain and they began to clamor that their thirst was unbearable. Then a second plague came along and made many of the people deaf Yet not all the people were made deaf. Soon children were being born some deaf and some blind and some deaf and blind Yet not all the people were born blind or deaf or blind and deaf. The deaf but not blind could see the gentle water. The blind but not deaf could hear the roaring rapids. The blind and deaf could only smell the sweet scent of water. So the deaf and the deaf and blind began to argue with the blind and those who could hear and see that they should jump in the water and cool off and drink till their fill for those who could see and hear and the blind must surely be crazy. Their was no roiling water down there. Soon they began to war and it was a terrible war many were killed but that was not the worst for the deaf who could see and the blind who could hear began to jump into the water but not all would jump. Immediately they began to scream for help and those who could see hear and the deaf who could see ran to the other side of the bridge and to their horror they could see and hear that the people who had jumped were going to die. Try as they might no matter what they thought they could not find a way to save the people who had jumped into the bridge. The people felt bad and the people felt guilty and the people felt sad and the people felt afraid and the people felt they had failed. So the people who thought if we make life guards who can see and hear and teach them how to swim up here on the bridge they will be strong and brave and jump in the water and swim and save the people who are dieing. so the people did make of themselves lifeguards and gave unto them the power also to keep people from jumping in but also the authority to save if they failed to save them from jumping. But the deaf and blind were too numerous and the lifeguards could not stem the tide of the foolish jumping in the river to get themselves from the heat. So the lifeguards bravely jumped in after the foolish and though they were strong swimmers many were not strong enough and many lifeguards were lost. And though they were brave soon nearly all of the lifeguards were lost but a few were wise and did not jump in the river and they lived.&lt;br /&gt;And just when it was worst another plague struck. and this plague was the worst of all for it mad the children dumb but not all were made dumb. Now there were children being born who were deaf  dumb  blind and deaf  and dumb and blind and deaf dumb and deaf blind and  dumb blind but not all were afflicted but the number of those who could see and here and tell were dwindling dwindling dwindling. Soon though those who could see and hear and tell turned from the horror of the screams and refused to tell. some who could see and here and tell gave up hope and jumped in the river yet they uttered not a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that was left  alive were but a remnant of people who could stand the heat and they drank of the water from Heaven and thanked God for his loving kindness and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;And they lived to tell the story of remembrance until one day angels from above came down and lifted them up to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;And they drank the water from Heaven and thirsted no more nor did they feel the sun upon their head yet their was light that shown everywhere and they thanked God for his loving kindness and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;And Truly lived forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God, No civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is excused if she so desires to leave. But I will not excuse her following the cops example to de-civilization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-1198296162086228452?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/1198296162086228452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=1198296162086228452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1198296162086228452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1198296162086228452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/civilization.html' title='Civilization'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4640085906673363062</id><published>2007-08-22T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T13:05:23.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets do a little math</title><content type='html'>Over the last five years I have been trying to figure out what my wife has been spending money on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word comes to mind, and it is not alcohol. She doesn't drink. Dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got the numbers right there is about $20000.00 dollars unacounted for in our budget. You don't know how many times I have come home and thought my house smelled like an animal lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will have the police come back here with their drug dog. If she has any on her I will gladly have her stupid ass thrown in jail.&lt;br /&gt;Meth amphetamine or crack I bet.&lt;br /&gt;5:52 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I was restless last night so I went down to the local gas station and started talking to the clerk there and she asked me if Karen was eating a lot of sweets? I said yeah she is bringing in bags of sweets and junk food and they're just vaporizing. I mean that she is consuming a lot of them. Fast. She said that the hard drugs make a person rave for sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked some more and I told her about the incredible animal smell in my house last year. She said that was marijuana dipped in some other drug and they called it skunk. I also told her about the extraordinary ammonia smell we had sometimes. She said that was probably crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I didn't have those smells in my house this year but that she was taking 3 and 4 hour trips. She said that she was probably going down to Perry Ga to pick up the drugs and then going over to a friends house and doing them. Letting herself come down a little before coming home and buying the junk food to satiate her now raving hunger.&lt;br /&gt;And low and behold a Warner robins police officer walks in a so I said how about we ask this guy? So I did. I asked him what could I do if I suspected my wife of doing drugs.&lt;br /&gt;"He said call the police cuz". He looked like he was kind of tired and tired of answering those kind of questions(they probably get asked them all the time). He shrugged his shoulder when I told him maybe get a  a drug dog in there but then I remembered she probably doesn't have anything in the house since I just learned that she was probably doing them at someone Else's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It now makes a whole lot more sense about why she won't tell me where she is getting some money. She said I would just get mad at them. Also why the pathological lying. I wonder if she is being coerced or blackmailed. I bet she is. Whoops did I catch yas in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see now.........what would be her little conundrum if she borrowed money from a fellow drug addict or drug dealer or worse took some drugs from them on loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is starting to get into the holy crap area. Is it delusional or just hopeful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4640085906673363062?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4640085906673363062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4640085906673363062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4640085906673363062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4640085906673363062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-do-little-math.html' title='Lets do a little math'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-409883272900674543</id><published>2007-08-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T13:31:21.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again she told me</title><content type='html'>I didn't get my check this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said why are you telling me this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I believe her? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has now collected $2600.00 dollars and with no overhead except gas and food she does not have enough money to find another place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I ask. &lt;strong&gt;What is she doing with the money&lt;/strong&gt;?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walmart is only 4 blocks away but today she spent 2 and 1/2 hours there getting 20 dollars worth of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to not remit her sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOPE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-409883272900674543?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/409883272900674543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=409883272900674543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/409883272900674543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/409883272900674543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/again-she-told-me.html' title='Again she told me'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-9084912564251960553</id><published>2007-08-22T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:22:35.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost in a way</title><content type='html'>I told that liar to not make a lie in my household. If she did I was going to take the door off of her room so I could make sure that if she was on the phone or not. If she is talking she is trying to twist everything. She called the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am facing 4 cops( they must think I am public enemy NO 1 or as dangerous as they come or something)being told that in my own house I am not allowed to take off a door because it is criminal damage. "In my own house?", I said. They didn't whip out a code book but they said it was. Of course I got threatened if I didn't put it back on. So I did. Then as I was putting the door on one of the deputies said that blah blah "what do you think if I went in front of the judge" and said this and you said that(can't quite remember) who do you think he would believe. I stopped what I was doing and looked him right in the eye and said you can't put on that blue uniform and go throwing your weight around like that. He says it doesn't matter so I told him again I didn't care what the deal was he could not do that. To you men in blue you need to remember for sure one thing. God puts men in position of judgement and authority over peoples and cops are not sitting behind the bench. If God put the brother of former senator Sam Nun behind the bench and a cop twists the truth to get what he wants just because he THINKS he is right You might as well have done it in front of God. You need to ask yourself would you do that if the judge was God. You need to ask yourselves if you were in front of the throne of God which you might as well be would you say to God what he just said to me. If you said yes then you would definitely be a liar and GOD...HATES BEING LIED TO DIRECTLY. Want to be blessed by God, DON'T LIE TO HIM.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus puts it this way "Have ye not heard ye are GODS"? Cops ain't God nor are the judges but you can bet your blue uniform that HE is right there with the judge. And I guarantee you he heard your lies and even if you ask him to forgive you which he will, the memory of your lie is going to remain with all the people that were there. And God who IS omniscient is going to be wondering "Why are all these people remembering this this way but the ruling went that way"He will tweak you to see if you indeed did lie and guess what. Trouble, trouble, trouble. You ever  wonder why some of your cop friens have nothing but trouble. Lieing to God right there in the court room.&lt;br /&gt;The man hung his head and walked away but funny thing he goes over to the liar and says"is he always like this"?&lt;br /&gt;She said yes. For the whole 6 years? She said yes.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I was able to describe the reason for our problems and some of the guys suddenly began to see a picture that was not what they thought they were going to find when they got here. They cut me some slack and one agreed He would be mad too if the same thing was happening. Of course maybe he was playing the part of the empathizer. Never the less I grant him sincerity. He had no mask. That is very good. The kind of guy that needs no mask to hide the bullshit of his life. Unlike the one who took the lead. And the two goats who first walked into my house. They have an agenda. Doesn't matter what they say I will not remit their sins. In other words the more they lie the more they will skank. Watch them. In a few months the filth will begin to show through their skin like dirt they can't wash off and they can also answer to God in that day of reckoning. I recomend in that day you answer that you were an unprofitable servant. Any other will just get God mad.&lt;br /&gt;One of them told me that under the circumstances I might be able to have her evicted. WOW! If only I could. I want her out of here. I am not going to compromise with a pathological liar. That is complete mud. I am not going to compromise with a person who is morally bankrupt either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way I won. I did not get arrested even though I was petulant. And the officers told her it was time for her to get out. And told her to leave me alone. YAYA! I cut my phone off and I am waiting for her to cancel her Internet so I can get my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not remit her sins. She can explain this all to God in that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be living in this town much longer and I will be dusting my shoes off at the gates. Maybe I won't but you better hope I do because if I don't that means I will be reserving the right to tell the rest of the world why Middle Ga is a bad investment for the rest of my life. To understand what I am saying you need to read in the Gospel where it says what happens to a city when a servant of God does that. Not Good I assure you. No amount of praying will save this area in that day if I decide to condemn in that way. Or like I said I could just tell my contacts this is a bad place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way the real reason I opened up a new entry is because when I have some trouble I take my bible open it and ask god for a word. the very first thing my eye fell upon was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jer 5:26 For among my people are found wicked men: they lay wait, as he that setteth snares; they set a trap, they catch men.&lt;br /&gt;Jer 5:27 As a cage is full of birds, so are their houses full of deceit: therefore they are become great, and waxen rich.&lt;br /&gt;Jer 5:28 They are waxen fat, they shine: yea, they overpass the deeds of the wicked: they judge not the cause, the cause of the fatherless, yet they prosper; and the right of the needy do they not judge.&lt;br /&gt;Jer 5:29 Shall I not visit for these things? saith the LORD: shall not my soul be avenged on such a nation as this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-9084912564251960553?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/9084912564251960553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=9084912564251960553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/9084912564251960553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/9084912564251960553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-lost-in-way.html' title='I lost in a way'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-155017782546850722</id><published>2007-08-22T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:34:10.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is in control'/><title type='text'>Confirmation</title><content type='html'>This morning I heard my wife on the telephone saying "$81.00. No I won't get my check until Saturday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am unemployed(thanks to her) and our household is(was) dependant upon her check but she saw fit to change the address or way that she is receiving her check and then told me that she wasn't getting a check. Boldly she told me this. She has carried this lie on for more than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned into a ranting maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event coupled with her seeking section 8 housing tells me that she has been prepping her escape. She also told me that she prayed that she did not want our marriage to end. She wanted our marriage to be. You know,? If you tell God you want your marriage and then go out and prepare for the opposite what do you think God is going to do to you for lying to him? He will drive you out and away from him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her efforts are not equalling her mouth. She is saying one thing and doing another. I have yet to hear that she has committed to an affair but I am not waiting for pure evidence. Her lying to me is enough for me to run her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her she has two choices. Put her check in my hand(fat chance)and call it rent or use it to get another place to live. If she does none of these things I will cease to pay house and lot and wait till the eviction notice comes and drive her out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't hurt my credit (don't ask why it is just the way God set me up in this place) and I will be rid of a dangerous woman.&lt;br /&gt;Why would I say she is a dangerous woman? Because she has torn down her house. Because of the way that she has acted she has literally tried to put us out in the street. Worse. She has tried to provide for herself a safety net and put just me on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is soooo evil as to literally try and kill me. Imagine if I was made to retire to my car without airconditioningI(it has been in the 100'sF hear in middle GA) with no reliable place to get relief. I know....that is the extreme yet it is the lot she tried to set for me. Her behavior is murderous. She murdered our marriage and now she was trying to jump a ship that wasn't sinking all the while screaming(metaphorically)that it was, convincing others that it was, and they in turn were jumping into the cold deep to their deaths(metaphorically), trying to cover the tracks she made in the process of her matricide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it is worth I had an out. I saw the inklings back in February. And set my own rescue net. One in tune with our co-goals. If I was right I wouldn't be left out in the heat. If I was wrong we would have even a stronger financial position. Much to my incredible dismay I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has got to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I chewed her butt this morning she has been out of the house since 10 am. I wonder where she went???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-155017782546850722?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/155017782546850722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=155017782546850722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/155017782546850722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/155017782546850722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/confirmation.html' title='Confirmation'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-7811670766273467327</id><published>2007-08-21T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:19:54.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joh 10:17 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Therefore doth my Father love me, because I lay down my life, that I might take it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joh 10:18 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No man taketh it from me, but I lay it down of myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This commandment have I received of my Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Notice in these verses Jesus does not say that it was man's sin that killed him. If any preacher says that their sin's killed Jesus can their sins be forgiven them? I say that would be a blaspheme; a forgivable blaspheme but a blaspheme never the less. You would be self forgiving yourselves and You cannot save yourselves. If Jesus says that you could not have taken his life then how is it that your sins could have killed him as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next principle I am about to speak goes totally against what all preachers have been preaching today that I have ever heard, but there can be no other answer. Nowhere in the word do I read that God is in partial control, therefore he is in total control or in no control. Which is it. There is no in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your God is in partial control then your God is not God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God is in total control period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE PRINCIPLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God hates an unbalanced scale yet He unbalanced the scale by causing Adam to sin. HE killed men by laying the ground work. HE then proceeded to make men sin thereafter. HE caused it therefore only he could rebalance the scale. The only way that it could be done is if HE killed himself. AT that moment of his death HE then proclaimed our forgiveness. We are not at fault. We are really not at fault. There is only one little catch. We have to accept his forgiveness. Only He can cause a man to accept his forgiveness. Only God can show any man the Son. Only the Father can make you realize the the only door to the Kingdom of Heaven is through Jesus. Then from there Jesus reveals who the Father really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing done in Heaven or earth that God the Father has not caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean to blame the Father. To this I say DON'T. God will just make your life harder. Do the opposite . Worship him more. Of all the things that you should realize the one thing I believe that you should know more than anything else. In the times of trouble Praise the most High and thank Him for your troubles that they are brought to you for the purpose of purging you of unrighteousness that you may have the thing that your heart,your deepest most inner self, truly desires. A friend in the most high God who is ever faithful to you. No man or woman can give you the faithful relationship that you want but God. He is your friend whether you want him to be or not and this  is also not your call. It is up to god and all things have been foreordained. Kind of Calvinistic don't you think. Maybe so but I have come to these conclusions before I ever knew anything about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Calvin%27s_view_of_Scripture"&gt;John Calvin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been my friend; though I tried to run from him he has pursued me and stayed with me; though I ran as far as a man can run from God I could not get away from him. There was a short period in my life better than ten years ago where I said; in spite of being raised in the church' that "there is no God". That is as far away from God as you can get. And to the atheist who may read this; I do understand where you are coming from. There was no more hard core concretist than me. What I saw in front of my face was what was real. Everything else was in question or did not exist. Not that I ever said this to anyone but inside I was adamant. There was an explanation for everything. I am still right about this but a whole lot of the explanations are unexplainable. They become unprovable and not falsifiable. In other words can't be tested in laboratory conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-7811670766273467327?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/7811670766273467327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=7811670766273467327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7811670766273467327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7811670766273467327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-man.html' title='No man'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5349919844420524282</id><published>2007-08-18T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T08:19:55.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's update</title><content type='html'>She left out of here at 10:35 AM. At 11:05AM Jolie Marten her hair dressor calls and says she missed her 10:30 appointment. I told her she left already. She said that she was "probably running late" I said nope she should already be there. "I don't know where she is at" and that you (Mrs Martin) probably know our situation and that I didn't want to know where she was going, only that I was glad that she was getting her lying butt out of my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5349919844420524282?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/5349919844420524282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=5349919844420524282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5349919844420524282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5349919844420524282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/todays-update.html' title='Today&apos;s update'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-8886307154353076277</id><published>2007-08-16T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:16:48.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>I could or should make this a long write about the strange behavior my wife began exhibiting and when they began but I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not communicating for good reason, but I caught a glimpse of her putting a new key on her key ring. Looks like she has a new apartment already. Good. The sooner she gets out of here the better. If she is talking about something that she is doing she is lying. In the last week what few sentences we have spoken to each other she has told a multitude of confirmed(I confronted her about the truth of what she was saying) lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't realize that her countenance changes the tone in her voice changes her physical attitude changes. In fact all men's attitude changes depending in which spirit or vernacular they are speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to tell her this but she just keeps right on lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand I have found her a great source of confirmation and inspiration for many of the vitriolic articles I have written over the last 5 years concerning lies and liars. However I can no longer stomach the filth that a liar living in my own household brings in.&lt;br /&gt;I have tossed her plenty of pearls but she has constantly and consistently trampled on them.&lt;br /&gt;I can only draw one conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;I am living with an animal and this animal does not intend to put off the worldly behavior to become a person instead she intends to continue to seek out enablement. She says she wants to improve but that is just for show. She really just wants to be enabled so that she can continue her bad behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Not happening in my house. I was not raised up to be an enabler. For over 7 years I worked in a county nursing facility in which about 1/2 of the residents were actually psych patients from an old nut bin. The training was to not enable their current psychosis. By the way that also means I will not convenience societies current psychosis either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to me. I have had to look myself in the mirror carefully and ask myself why in the hell am I attracting only the nut burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before I figured it out and because of this I have decided that there can not be any more relationships for me. When she leaves I should also take the cue and move as well as changing my phone number. I am sucker when it comes to taking a woman back and this one would probably seek me out. I want to cut off that possibility so that when and or if she tries to come back she won't be able to readily find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has already been to one of our pastors seeking some kind of help. She asked me if I would go to see him. I have to honestly consider this and am; but my inclination is to also leave this church for another so that my decision can not be influenced by the second guessing of others who do not know the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been angry about the duplicitous behavior of my wife? Of course. Who wouldn't be? I just refuse to have it constantly in my face anymore. I am not as a rule an angry man and constant anger over societies duplicitousness is more than enough for me to handle. I also do not want to have to deal with it in my own home. I need to find rest, peace, and solitude like any other human. A place to recharge the batteries for my shields so to speak, but to come home to a wife who forces me to try and maintain bearing under the stress of the lies that she is constantly offering up?.... no one man can tolerate such a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my wife were an example of America then America is in deep s**t. America has become bi-polar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-8886307154353076277?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/8886307154353076277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=8886307154353076277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8886307154353076277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8886307154353076277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4584831504801274799</id><published>2007-08-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:02:00.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discredited</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Parable about low living:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they discredit someone of low means they discredit themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people of high means go about the expense of discrediting someone of a lowly life then they spend monies they cannot justify therefore bringing into question the trust that the public previously found in them without which they would not be living the high means they currently live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words if they purposely seek to destroy a bum they destroy themselves. For who would invest money into some one or group who so foolishly spends money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4584831504801274799?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4584831504801274799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4584831504801274799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4584831504801274799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4584831504801274799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/discredited.html' title='Discredited'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-7473974996992255955</id><published>2007-08-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:38:14.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another HMMM.</title><content type='html'>In a moment of uncontrolled curiosity this morning at about 10 AM I asked my wife where she was going so all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says "I am going to a bible study they have at the church in the morning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawns on me at 11:30 AM did I see her carrying her BIBLE out the door with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went into her bedroom and lo and behold there it is. Her bible. NOPE she is not at a bible study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-7473974996992255955?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/7473974996992255955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=7473974996992255955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7473974996992255955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7473974996992255955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-hmmm.html' title='Another HMMM.'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-522914729777799652</id><published>2007-08-13T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:03:19.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little more news.</title><content type='html'>She takes a shower habitually. In the last two days she has taken none. She is taking a shower somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tidbit to go HMMMM over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-522914729777799652?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/522914729777799652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=522914729777799652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/522914729777799652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/522914729777799652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-more-news.html' title='Little more news.'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-2063393591456707874</id><published>2007-08-13T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:00:32.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a done deed</title><content type='html'>Saturday during the confrontation about her constant lying it became very clear to me she would never change. I told her in no uncertain terms to get out. I cannot abide lies lying or liars in my house. Out there in the world I do not truly hold it against non-Christians, but a woman who is supposed to be smitten with love of God and Jesus. No way can I accept a lying christian. She will be staying here until she has another place but I have relegated her to one of our spare bedrooms...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left her no options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be off line or sporadic about my blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the people who visit my site regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me too much and the only prayers I want are ones of peace of heart and peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in total control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-2063393591456707874?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/2063393591456707874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=2063393591456707874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2063393591456707874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2063393591456707874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-is-done-deed.html' title='It is a done deed'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-6889442715318306008</id><published>2007-08-11T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T05:34:50.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I interrupt this program for some late breaking news</title><content type='html'>I have made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my wife went out grocery shopping with what she said was just 20 dollars. 3 hours later she comes home with a cat ate the canary look on her face. Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says I thought I only had 20 but there was two more stuck to it. I had 60. That old familiar feeling that she was lying her ass off came to me immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not say anything. I just unloaded the car. 5-10 minutes later she says I have to tell you the truth. I applied for food stamps last month and I got them. I had 155 on my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hiding more and a lot worse as far as our marriage is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Monday I am taking steps beginning with renewal of my car tag, and the hunt for another place to stay, storage shed shutting off my phone ect.. I am also going out to find a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to get away from someone who lies like a child of Satin. She is some kind of devils angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-6889442715318306008?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/6889442715318306008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=6889442715318306008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6889442715318306008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6889442715318306008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-interrupt-this-program-for-som-late.html' title='I interrupt this program for some late breaking news'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-182035958249595356</id><published>2007-08-08T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T05:16:27.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>Game 6: to be edited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'First editing complete'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duluth Central Trojans: Matched up with us nearly in size but for the rest, no way. Not in speed or strength. They made up for the lack of these by playing more concervative and nearly mistake free ball, where as we kind of hung it all out, taking risks and calculated risks. The snap crack hitting wasn't there but the execution was. I didn't keep the clippings from this game or I lost them, and what ever memory I have of this game is minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in 6-8 tackles and I think this was the 2nd and final wuss game. In other words no contact hard enough for me to see sparks flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scored one touchdown in each half but I am not so sure about that. I do remember coach being totally pissed in the locker room at half time. Not at the Defense. They had like 0 first downs against us, but at the offense for not kickin some butt on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no play in that game that stands out in my mind at all. I wish there was but not all games are epic struggles. Maybe that is the real story here. In football you have to win the humdrum as well as the meaningful. If you don't you can't call yourselves champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every week you have to prepare yourselves to play as hard as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that kept me going after God was I didn't want to let my teammates down by doing something stupid that would cost us. So I studied and pressed myself in practice. Focusing on my own performance.&lt;br /&gt;When it came time for drills I pushed myself with all my might trying to run harder get up faster and keep going no matter how bad I felt, and this game with Central was no different to me than playing against a Harding or Shanley or the upcoming game against Moorehead. To me there is no taking anything for granted. Not this week or next. Because of God I had gotten it and I intended to keep it. I wasn't going to let anyone down.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hit as hard and clean in practice evaluating and reevaluating my every move never being satisfied with the last play. Always trying to outdo my self next time. It was paying off. Come game time I wasn't thinking about what I was supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The form had become apart of me.&lt;br /&gt;I went where I was supposed to be,&lt;br /&gt;Adapted to the flow of the game instinctively,&lt;br /&gt;Checking off on key's and reacting naturally.&lt;br /&gt;In position and stances to deliver hits automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it I do have an example of one play that nearly every team ran. Off tackle. Almost every team had some variation. Most of the time the tight end would block down on the D-Tackle and the running backs would try to take the D-End outside. It was my favorite play to defend against. I didn't have to do much except roll shoulders left then right with the effect of deflecting blockers charging at me and leaving me in a near perfect stance low and coming up hitting the runner in the midriff just above the belt lifting him up and driving him straight down into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got about 3 of those type of tackles in this game. I think that coaches from other teams saw the data on my physical size and thought they were going to run over me. I know they were looking at our game films just like we were looking at their previous weeks game stuff. In those kinds of fur balls it was extremely difficult to see that I was shedding the blockers. I think they thought that the teams we were playing were pansies. I could hear opposing coaches screaming BLOCK!!! No matter how low a blocker got I went lower; dredging the grass with my face mask if I had to, enabling me to deflect the blockers effort. The minor deflection coupled with the blockers speed and mass turned what should have been a crushing hit into a vector change past me from which there was no recovery, leaving me free to engage the next obstacle or to prepare for the oncoming runner. All of these things happen so fast but the Angel of the Lord was with me and everything was in slow motion. I was extremely fit and very strong but there is no other explanation for a 163 pound defensive end scraping off blocks from kids who outweighed me or me taking down a 190# running back effortlessly and consistently through out the year. At least half of the tackles I had so far were of this particular type. CRACK,CRACK,POP!!! Straight on, heads up bashes with the running backs ending up flat on there backs stripped of their blockers with stunned astonishment dominating thir face, blockers getting up off of the ground in embarrassed defeat walking back to their huddle trying to regain their composure. The play over in 2 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gloated about this but my mind never failed to take a snapshot. I prayed consistently that I not get proud. The Holy Spirit reminded me constantly not to think or do proud. I just did. I returned to the huddle as if nothing happened already prepping myself mentally for some more smashing. Not nervous. Not frightened. Not evil. Just fury waiting to be unleashed at the next snap of the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still fury waiting to be unleashed at the next snap of the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called me an enigma. I call me prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won this one 14-0. Our Defense totally stifled The Trojans. They accomplished 2 first downs the whole game. We were well on our way and setting new bars. Standards that if you achieved you could say you were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Superior Evening Telegram sports headlines read; Seniors defense is so good that the offense can take a night off. We picked on the offense over that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more down the road and I gave thanks to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-182035958249595356?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/182035958249595356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=182035958249595356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/182035958249595356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/182035958249595356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/football_08.html' title='Football'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-168198618757949504</id><published>2007-08-07T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:04:07.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>Game Seven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota Moorehead. School mascot? A potato. That's right I said "a potato". They called themselves the Spuds. Nick for a potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled. We had long since stopped making fun of that. It probably made them play harder and they were the hardest hitting team we played year in and year out. They were the only team that could play that kind of ball with us.&lt;br /&gt;I got an honorable mention from coach for this game but Warren Williams earned D-player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 11-0 but the coach says he was just protecting the lead and I believe it as our offensive plays were very conservative in nature. The play of note for me came on one of our second half punts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the right release man for punt team and for those who do not know what that is, it is the release mans job to get down field and tackle the oppositions receiver. The Moorehead player responsible for holding me up had been doing a great job on me and I was having no success at all.&lt;br /&gt;The ball was snapped, and as usual this game I was delayed at the line of scrimmage and after escaping this block I of course took off after the ball only too see a second Spud drawing a bead on me. I was sick of having this trouble and at about 10 yards from him I accelerated and lowered my head. We slammed together with this incredible explosion of noise, the kind of hit where you blank out for a second and you see stars. I glanced off and kept going getting close to the ball carrier but he was taken down before I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes became blurry and I became aware of the excruciating pain in my nose. A moment later my lips hurt as well and my helmet was loose. I checked the straps to make sure they were still on. Then I tasted it. The salt oily flavor of blood. I stuck my padded hand up to my face and sure enough I was bleeding from my nose and lips . My ears were ringing from the noise of the contact and I....was....mad. I played on getting 6 or 7 total tackles that game. I knew I had contributed but I was not really satisfied with my performance. Forget that we were playing our number one rival. I wanted to do much better than that. But they were a great team and this was only the second time in our school history we had beaten them which was a good achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me all week after the game to figure out why my helmet fit was so sloppy . The hit was so violent that it had spread the face guard out slamming it back into my face with enough force to crack bone. Now to give you an idea how tough a face guard is, it is made out of 3\8 inch plastic coated stainless steel welded together in a grid depending on how much protection you want from 1 bar across the face at about lip level to mine which was the strongest at 3 bars across, reinforced with one down the middle. This sucker was mashed out at least one inch wider than before the hit. I replaced the face guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to impress me but this little event impressed me. It made me realize that I was hitting very hard. Also broke my nose. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the game it was just one more down the road for us. Not a win to be taken lightly but we had our eyes on another prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the game I gave thanks to God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-168198618757949504?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/168198618757949504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=168198618757949504' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/168198618757949504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/168198618757949504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/football_2547.html' title='Football'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-6358426867363927903</id><published>2007-08-07T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:06:10.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>Game eight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have to wait while I dig in my meager archives for this one so bear with for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok according to the news paper it was one sided.&lt;br /&gt;It should be mentioned but I think if I remember right we beat the 'wot' out of EauClaire Memorial 38-8. Not much for me to say but they did have this gargantuan half back, but because they were so one dimensional as a team it was incredibly boring for me. Same guy up the middle for no gain all game. I pretty much was kind of hanging out over on the left side sort of watching the game from the best possible position. 15 feet away from the main action. It was like a bunch of big galoots wrastling in the middle of the field. Their problem was they were running smack into the very strongest part of our Defense. John, Larry, and Warren weighed in at an aggregate 680 lbs, benched over 1000, and squatted a total of something like 1500 lbs.. Mr McMillan was not going anywhere that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they got 2 first downs all game while our offense and special teams ran all over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get 2 complimentary assists(I put my toung in my cheek).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do specifically remember the efforts. I got so bored sitting out there on the right side that I got a little idea. Me and Timmy Larson were kind of joking around about the game so I said to him. Watch this I am going in side and take a shot at him. You see the way they lined up was in the old famous and ancient power I formation. Where you stack all the backs one behind the other with your best athelete the furthest back. In this formation the main play is everyone charging in to the middle of the line with the idea of just bulling through. The primary running back is 10 yard off the line of scrimmage. Long way to run. I needed to take a shot at him.....I did......I cranked off at full bore and speared his left upper thigh as hard as I possibly could have..........and promptly bounced right off of that massive kids leg.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm gonna do this again......Same thing.....the only results I got was a momentary delay in his progress which led to him getting tackled for a loss instead of making it to the line of scrimmage.&lt;br /&gt;I liked to hit but I also liked getting results. I quit that little deal there. I was getting my bell rung for nuthing practically anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the game I gave thanks to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-6358426867363927903?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/6358426867363927903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=6358426867363927903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6358426867363927903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6358426867363927903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/football_07.html' title='Football'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-949298240857002885</id><published>2007-08-06T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:47:14.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coat or naked before God</title><content type='html'>Joh 15:22 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If I had not come and spoken unto them, they had not had sin: but now they have no cloak for their sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you take a spiritual coat or cloak away from someone and what manner of person would do such a thing to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus did it all the time by telling men of there sin. Their unrepentance was the cause of them loosing there coat. by the way unrepentance means that they did not change there minds. They were still seeking his death instead of thanking God for sending Jesus to warn them of there eronneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wifes unrepentance in the matter she is about to partake in is the reason she has no coat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-949298240857002885?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/949298240857002885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=949298240857002885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/949298240857002885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/949298240857002885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/coat-or-naked-before-god.html' title='Coat or naked before God'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4297364212131940040</id><published>2007-08-06T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:21:23.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's will</title><content type='html'>I have said this before here that all men are serving God's will, and that God's will is what is done and there is no other way. If man had his choice there is no way that he would go through the calamity of the tribulation. NO Way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately everything that is done leads to the tribulation for men and eventually Judgement day 1000 years from now. Mankind does not have a choice in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If mankind does not have a choice then it is God's will. The open question is.....in serving God's will are you serving God or in serving God's will are you seeking after yourself and the untruth that is of this world? That is a sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4297364212131940040?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4297364212131940040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4297364212131940040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4297364212131940040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4297364212131940040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/gods-will.html' title='God&apos;s will'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-871530267690603475</id><published>2007-08-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:32:52.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lessor of two evils</title><content type='html'>Men should not chose between the lessor of two evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men should chose between the greater of two goods..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to stay married. It is better to let your marriage go to have a closer relationship with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-871530267690603475?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/871530267690603475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=871530267690603475' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/871530267690603475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/871530267690603475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/lessor-of-two-evils.html' title='The lessor of two evils'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5719700802441012723</id><published>2007-08-06T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:28:27.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unequally Yoked</title><content type='html'>I have forced the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't like to bother people if I think they may be trying to decide an issue that I wouldn't approve of or would be detrimental to my own personal goals. It is the one little secret of wisdom to lasting longer.&lt;br /&gt;It is anomalous to the idea of attacking the ball so to speak. But in the case of my marriage I realized that this up in the air thing was too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife has been confused and that confusion tries to spill over to me. I like a clear concise thought not confusion. I am not afraid to tell people if they are incorrect. I am afraid of not telling them. I want people to be able to make truthful and honest choices not grayed out choices. It lends to clear air and clean clear life based on rock solid data. My wife is the opposite and a microcosm of what is incorrect with this nation as a whole. In an effort to be nice this country has erroneously picked lying over the truth, muddying up the water of making good decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of this I told my wife I could not live in a situation where I can't but help feel or wonder when the other shoe will drop. I have lived like this for 6 years and it is too much for me. It tries me, draws me away from God. I will sacrifice all to stay near to God. My personal 1 on 1 relationship with God is the most important thing on earth to me. No one person or thing will supplant God in my life. I would rather die than not be close to him. It is impossible for me not to talk about him and His Kingdom and His Goodness and His Judgement and His Plans that I know of. I desire it, long for it, feed on it. It is the only thing in my life where I even begin to feel truly alive. I live by the word and if need be I shall die by the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? In the word it is written this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev 19:21 And the remnant were slain with the sword of him that sat upon the horse, which sword proceeded out of his mouth: and all the fowls were filled with their flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev 19:15 And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat 4:4&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live and die by God's word. I 'do' live at God's behest and I shall die at God's behest. And there is no other course for me. I serve him at his leisure and not what anyone else thinks or says. NOT WHAT ANYONE ELSE THINKS OR SAYS, OR FEELS IN THERE COMPROMISED, CORRUPTED HEARTS! NOBODIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her when she is leaving. She has secretly applied to section 8 housing and has been going to secular counseling for her bi-polar disease. She can't decide between service to God and the materialistic world. The two are incompatible. You can have stuff but you can't worship or let your stuff become more important to you than God. My wife and her cares for the world drown out God in her life and those cares spill over on to me. I can't have that happening to me. I won't let that happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this day and age where by my reckoning we have only 3 years and 5 months left until the big sweat; That is when I say the world can begin to sweat over when God's ball will drop and the tribulation begins, There is no more time to be working just for today. You have to start thinking about your eternities. Frittering your future away is not an option. My wife ruining our household finances just because she can't control her emotional need to get something is just steps away from that sort of frittering I am talking about. You can't go that way purposely or just because you can't control yourselves. You may have to fight to drop your love of things of this earth but I assure you it is a fight you can win because the almighty has given you all the power to win that victory and yet the victory and credit and Glory MUST be given to God. If you sin and forget to give God the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;credit&lt;/span&gt; I assure you that the Holy Spirit will remind you of the oversight. gently quietly and lovingly. But you must respond eventually to this one credo. God deserves the payment of the credit for any success that you have or think you have in your lives and you Must respond to his gentle urgings. You must if you want to have the closest possible relationship with him. You people keep yourselves away from God by doing any other thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's out and My Father reigns supreme in my life Jesus is supreme in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again over the last 30 years Jesus has proven to those around me; much to the chagrin of my friends, family, and acquaintances, Jesus; King of Kings and Lord of Lords, has won out. He wins by the love that I carry with me. He wins by the FACT that I do no evil. He wins by me seeking to do GOOD in this condemned world. He wins by me looking to do Good for a world that apparently has only death in mind for me. HE wins by me knowing that he is truly the only sole ruler of me. He becomes me. I do not become him and I surely do not become more like him. As good as I am or want to be I always am aware of how corrupt my flesh is and that there is no way that I, my person......body mind or sole.......is worthy of his presence yet he still in his grace makes his abode with me.......Jesus wins........The world cannot make me sorry. Though I be sorrowful; it is at the world's sin, and the very fact that of this world not all are chosen to enter in to the Kingdom of Heaven. I wish I could change it for all but I am unable to. It would be ludicrous to try to fight the Will of God in this matter anyway. I get the blessing of wanting this for all and the curse of knowing that it ends up being an unrequited want. You can say I am left wanting in this hope. It hurts........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5719700802441012723?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/5719700802441012723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=5719700802441012723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5719700802441012723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5719700802441012723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/unequally-yoked.html' title='Unequally Yoked'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-3243005617431758900</id><published>2007-08-01T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:07:50.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>TO BE EDITED&lt;br /&gt;1st editing complete&lt;br /&gt;2nd editing complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be a long story about my experience with High school football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should start with a finished entry but I think I will just start with an outline and expand on it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 9th game of the season and we were 8 and 1 ranked 5th in the state and we needed to win the last game for a chance at the 4 team state playoff. We were in the top division for high schools in Wisconsin. Class A. 13th largest school by population, 2100 students in 10th, 11th, and 12 grades.&lt;br /&gt;I was the starting right defensive end and had 63 tackles to my name at the start of the game. We were playing a team that had a 4 and 4 record so the game from outward appearances looked like we would win. The coach warned us that 2 weeks ago 4 of Eau Claire Norths key players had returned to playing status from injuries and they had just won against 3rd ranked Jainesville . Coach told us that this may not be as easy as it looked on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As was my habit during the week before the game I studied my opponents carefully. Noting height and weights and statistics of each and every starter and any platooned player that both our offense and defense might face, consciously evaluating one on one match ups. From the details of the other team and watching film of their last weeks victory I decided that coach was right. These guys who had never had a winning season before; were now......at the end of this one, on top of the world, full of the hope that they could not be called total losers any more and hungry to eat another top ranked team in the state. I could sense it, almost feel it. They had something to prove to themselves and everyone else and they were determined to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;The Wednesday before the game I was again studying the intel on the Huskies;&lt;br /&gt;Johnnie (Randy Johnson) comes over and stands next to me; also looking at the board says after a couple of minutes, "we are going to beat them". I said yes but it is not going to be that easy. Not like the news was making it out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon we left for Eau Claire for an overnight stay so we would be fresh for the next days game . Friday afternoon we headed over to their school and checked in to the locker room. We had a couple of hours to kill before we had to get dressed up so we wandered around their gym area a little. What I saw was a weight lifting area that wasn't as good as ours, but had what looked like a lot of new equipment. I was impressed, with a twinge of oops, these guys must be more serious than they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;We were a big team with lots of strength and a lot of speed for a bunch of white boys. The fastest. No other team in the state had the combination of speed and strength that we had. We were smart. We were well coached and drilled constantly in fundamentals and techniques of the game. In short we were good,the hardest hitting, with good morale and confidence in each other. Our coach was a master strategist and tactician and knew how to pay attention to details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the first half the score was 0-0 and it was turning out to be as tuff as I suspected. Although we were knocking the stars out of them they weren't caving in mentally. They were staying in it and had out gained us offensively. They were executing their plays well, blocking well, and sticking to their responsibilities. Each one doing to our defense what they should do, hindering our players from getting to the ball until their key backs could get into the open field and use their outstanding ability to make tacklers miss and we were great tacklers. The only thing that did save us from being scored on was our outstanding team speed, pursuit and team tackling. We never quit until the whistle blew. Because of this we always had two or three guys around the ball carrier. Never the less they were popping loose for five and ten yard gains consistently. Something 8 previous teams failed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't frantic. We remained calm, determined, resolute. We weren't quitters. We did not give up. They were not going to beat us. But neither team was letting up. We couldn't . There was too much at stake for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half started out like the first battling back and fourth with the game still deadlocked at 0-0. We finally broke the ice with 2 or 3 minutes left in the 3rd quarter. Coach pulled a seldom used play out of the book and had Nielson throw a short out to our tight end Larry Banks who then rambled 63 yards through several tackles to the three yard line, where we gnarled it in one yard at a time. Three plays for 6 with Todd Florey smashing in from the 1/2 yd line. The PAT was blocked but we were up 6 to nuthin. The Huskies were demoralized temporarily and we were the champs at going for the kill. Now was the time to put this incredibly tenacious and honorable opponent down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ensuing kick off went well in that direction when their receiver bobbled the ball into the end zone barely escaping back out to the 3 yard line. This is where it went terribly wrong. As they came to the line of scrimmage I felt relieved mildly because there was no tight end over me. The boy was a tough blocker even though I was defeating his blocks, he just wasn't making it easy. It didn't dawn on me that their coach was about to pull his rabbit out of his hat.........The ball was snapped, and I watched as an apparent TO QB boot headed away from me to my left. Suddenly vwoooo, the guy broke past the line of scrimmage with a ton of blockers in front of him, and like that......there were five of us from the back side rocketing after Billy Sand catching him at the 45 yard line. We took it like men, we were not shaken and lined up as if they hadn't just broke the longest run against us that year. Same thing. No TE and no split.but I had not ascribed any significance to the missing players. The ball was snapped and the play again broke to the left. I stayed home until the ball crossed the line of scrimmage like I always did guarding against possible reverses, but this time I saw the breakaway developing. A thought so strong I could have sworn I said it out loud "they got through" I felt a tearing.......like the rip of lightening.......the fabric of time.....everything went quiet.......still.......peacefull.......calm.......time slowed down....the world around in slow motion. It's as if I was no longer treading earth. Next to me John Francouer was being driven backwards by the o-guard. I lept effortlessly over John like a gazelle, grace in motion on an intercept course with Tim Larson at my right. Tim was a 4.5, 40 yd dash, strong side DB; fast, and recognized as the hardest hitter on the team, but I was out striding him and pulling ahead. Tim, because of his inside position got to him first and I let him have the tackle dragging Billy down inside our 30.......time returned to normal. Two plays and better than 70 yards. In 1976 No-other team had even come close to that against our D, NO-ONE. I remember asking Dave Minor the left DE what was going on over there? Both Dave and Warren Williams our left DT said that they had two and three guys each on them. We freaked. They were running that unbalanced O-line we had practiced against and yet we spaced it. We had added a defensive shift just for the situation. I felt bad, I should have seen it but it wasn't just my fault, there were 10 other guys out there, three coaches on the sidelines and the coaches in the press box. We had been lulled....shenanged, and got burned for 70 yards.&lt;br /&gt;We made the defensive adjustment but the best we got was making them pay for the next 20+ yards. Two first downs and 8 plays later they scored. We were able to return the favor and block their PAT but the game was now 6-6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bone tired. The Huskies ran the wishbone, an offensive set that tries to rag the defense from sideline to sideline. They were executing it perfectly. I had about 10 tackles by this time and some of them were coming from the backside and down field. I had done a tremendous amount of running. In between plays I was shaking from the exertion. From somewhere inside of my heart a still small voice kept saying "keep going". I can only imagine that the rest of the guys felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;I was in pain. I had heard something pop in my head and I had a headache. I had taken a just right shot to the helmet and my neck was sore. I had a giant bruise on my left thigh and my left knee was now in pain from the same hit. My left shoulder was sore from a particularly brutal tackle.......one that I could not believe I had made. In fact when I hit the guy I thought he had slipped by me. This one I am going to describe because it would make any ones highlight reel any where at anytime. The play started with them 1st and ten on their 30 yard line heading north. Ball was on the my left hash mark so the wide side of the field was now my AO and they loved to run to the wide side, their goal was to do everything they could to stretch us out and they were doing it well. The next play they decided to run was a triple option designed Q-B boot with the half backs and a pulling guard out front. Their problem was they ran 10-12 yards deep behind the line of scrimmage and I had the speed to get to their point of attack before they did, and I did but took a blast from the running back that knocked my legs straight back and out from under me blowing me two yards off the line of scrimmage and flat on my face. I never took my eyes off of Billy Sand the Q-Back. He cut perfectly inside the block, but my world class reflexes snapped my legs up under me like a bull frog and I launched with both legs and all my might with perfect aim and timing hit him in the left thigh. My arms snapped around to tackle but they just swished through empty air. As I was going back down on my face I remember saying:"not again", out loud , and then a moment after I hit the ground I also said; out loud; '"man that hurt", then the whistle blew, to which I also said; "good somebody else got him, thinking that at least I had slowed him or turned him into some one else. I laid there for a moment in agony as did the guy who had blocked me. I dragged myself up and looked over at the QB who was still on the ground(also slow to get up) all by himself and I asked Jimmy Larson on the way back to the huddle who "tackled him"? He said "you did". Non-plussed I said"yeah but he got five more yards".&lt;br /&gt;The next Monday we watched the last film of the last game of the year and when we got to that play the coach reran it couple of times. When I hit him it propelled him up in the air about 8 or 10 feet with his legs spread but perpendicular to his body. His body parallel to the ground and his head towards his teams sideline or west. He spun two complete rotations before he almost landed on his feet 5 yards down field then collapsed. He was slow getting up. I think that play just about killed the half, me, and the QB. 'Man that hurt'. 'Man that hurt'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by God I kept going. I prayed constantly that God would not let me get proud or profane. I was confident in God. I believed. I said so out loud to Kelleher and Carry as I headed back onto the field from a flying missed tackle. Though I didn't get the tackle it caused the runner to stop cold in order to dodge me and Dave Minor coming hard from the guys rear creamed him. Jim Kelleher says "way to go Erks". I said"we are going to beat these guys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played on that , I know we weren't playing for overtime and neither were they. Both teams were out to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't make it, the two teams continued the vicious fight till the final gun sounded and it was into overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overtime in Wisconsin in those days was 4 downs from the ten yard line each, until one scored more than the other. If it remained a tie then the series of downs were repeated 3 times until one came out ahead. If none came out ahead then the game was declared a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a 20 minute break before the start of OT. I forget who won the toss but I know that we started on offense first. Our first play from the line of scrimmage was like the trouble we had been having this game........no gain. Again coach pulls another play we seldom used. A ten yard pass over the middle to Todd Florey. Nielson threw it high but Todd had an outstanding vertical leap. He snatched the ball and scored. Pand-o-monium for us. Coach Hoff did not want to risk a field goal and also wanted to put the pressure on the Huskies. He went for two. Same identical play. Todd jumps for it and again nabs it for 2 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure was now on Eau Claire. I told the left DE Dave Minor that it was "up to him and me because you know they are coming at us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st down: North runs play up the middle and gains 1 yard to the 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd down: The ball snaps and just like I had seen 20 other times in this game the QB fakes to the right half back. Key. I burst inside heading at him as hard as I could determined to knock the snot out of him and make him dump the ball off before he was ready. Focused so hard that I can still count the number of steps I took. When Billy Sand turned around to check off on me I was already in his face....He pitched the ball without even looking for his back. He threw the ball 3 yards behind Dave Runnings and the ball kept going all the way back to the 22 yard line. I scrambled after it and had my hands on it but lost the struggle for the wayward oblong. It was still good though, it cost them 12 yards. Got the bobble credited to me and the tackle for a huge loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd down: Billy dropped back and connected over the middle and got the 12 back, tackled by our safety Larry Smith and ?????.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th down: They pulled the TO QB boot right. Dave Minor didn't fool around with it this time. He pulled that white boy speed out of his @$$ and hauled the runner down from behind for a 3 yd loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Game over. We won. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often in the course of a sports year the two best teams face each each other before the final and big game. That the real championship game is invariably played earlier in the season may be occurring much more that we realize. I think this was so this day. For in my opinion I believe this was the best game of that year in the State of Wisconsin. Just another one of those things that I can not really know for sure.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the game ended I looked for Billy Sand. I didn't find him. I am not sure exactly what I would have said to him but I definitely thought that I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to congratulate him personally and tell him what a great team North was. They were good....very good. Better-n-the one team that beat us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with about 14 tackles, I missed another 6, co- defensive player of the game with Dave Minor, whiplash, a minor stroke, massive bruises and memories to last a life time. And the greatest memory of what it feels like to play with champions because that is what we were and to this day, come what may I maintain still are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the game I gave thanks to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this end of this season I gave thanks unto God and I am still giving thanks unto my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't make the playoffs because the WIAA(Wisconsin Interscholastic Athletic Association)judges down at state screwed up the math and by the time they got it straightened out playoffs were over but the University of Wisconsin's football scouting crews who rated the HS football teams every year independent of the WIAA gave us their number one rank. I guess that is consolation. We will never know. I am convinced that we would have probably won the championship but there is an aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suffering from some very bad and painful injuries and I would not tell anyone I was hurt, It surely would have killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in control......................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-3243005617431758900?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/3243005617431758900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=3243005617431758900' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3243005617431758900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3243005617431758900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/08/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-7448207363503274364</id><published>2007-07-30T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:22:42.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rq4CJEfhppI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5wAx6id39Nc/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010583450658450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rq4CJEfhppI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5wAx6id39Nc/s320/peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cat doesn't want to be bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-7448207363503274364?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/7448207363503274364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=7448207363503274364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7448207363503274364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7448207363503274364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-cat-doesnt-want-to-be-bothered.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rq4CJEfhppI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5wAx6id39Nc/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-1593285829282862117</id><published>2007-07-27T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:25:36.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The age of Jesus</title><content type='html'>2000 years ago the age of man ended and the age of Jesus began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then the world has changed dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have been said before by some saint.....if not then I will coin it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AGE OF JESUS, from the year 0000 to the year 3000+.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-1593285829282862117?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/1593285829282862117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=1593285829282862117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1593285829282862117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1593285829282862117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/age-of-jesus.html' title='The age of Jesus'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-6050354164670070783</id><published>2007-07-25T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T09:44:51.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Does God take people away from you</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the Father takes the people you love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a conversation many years ago I was talking to a person who's very close family member was taken from them and the individual said something I have heard many other times; I don't understand why God took my sister, or mother, or dad, or wife, or grandmother, ect. ect.?,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are many reasons why God would do this and I have enumerated on some of those but never the less I was still uncomfortable that the full explanation that God is in control and His Sovereignty is absolute. In other words it does not matter what you and I think or want he is going to do what he has planned regardless. God Loves us and that there is more to it than just that is a fact. That he graces us with the ability to question his plan is extraordinary grace.&lt;br /&gt;Never the less the least of the answer may also be the most important to us.&lt;br /&gt;God Loves us and is a Jealous God. Though he loves everyone He wants our attention. He has things to teach us and wonders to show us and a great desire that we should be full of love, his love...Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not take any one out from your lives because he hated us but he Loves us. His Love for us is so great that He would hang himself on the cross and die for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is selfish to think that if someone dies in this age of Jesus that God did not love them. In fact the works in that persons life and the works that He had assigned to that person on earth were finished and God in his awesome desire for a closer relationship with them required them to be with Him in Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sons of God who's eternity is assured by Jesus; death no longer holds sway over them, and they are free to do the good things that they wish they could do without fear of the recriminations. The fear that this world would punish you and even kill you for being nice, or giving, or loving, or for telling them there is a guaranteed door and it is so easy to access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are; Jesus save me, forgive me of my sins. Jesus is that door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know too much about other faiths or religions except that in the other religions one little mistake is all it takes for a man to not get in the door. In essence they are right. Where they are wrong is when they think that by works or good behavior can you save yourself. One itty bitty sin is all it takes to be kept out of forever paradise in their belief system. I don't know of one single person who was or is perfect nor have I met the perfect man or woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many realize that God knew this when He began creation. That because of this God had to make a plan that plainly forgave men for not being able to be perfect, there would simply be no way for a man to enter into the Gates of Heaven, and Heaven would not have one single soul of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God gave unto the devil the power to cause all but one to sin, and I assure you that in this the devil has succeeded against all of mankind, 'but one'. That spirit of untruth reigns supreme in this one thing and one thing only, 'but for one'. He has caused everyone ever born to sin, 'but for one'. Jesus 'the only' begotten Son of God never sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only by the Fathers outright forgiveness is there any hope. The separating factor in following Jesus from any other belief is this one idiom. The realization that Jesus was God come to earth. Not to conquer by might but to conquer by His unswerving Love. And to prove his dedication to you by putting Himself to death. Yet to prove that he was God to raise himself up from death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To die was the end before Emanuel, but today if you truly love your family then tell them this message: that death need not be the end for you. God died and raised himself up so that you could live in Paradise forever. Without acknowledging this you cannot be saved because by no word or work or faith of men can you be saved. You will be lost. No goodness can be had nor done that would make any difference in the end. Not any one's good works can atone. No penance can be made and no thing hoped for nor even the ongoing good intentions of your heart can save. Just Jesus. Jesus is the only absolution you need. Jesus is the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beloved person that God took from you by death was not for evil but for good. The sorrow you feel is not bad. My servitude to God is this. I want you to know when someone dies; who gave there life to 'Jesus', did not die forever. They just aren't going to live here on earth anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You can thank God for this because if you are saved as well you will see them again in the home that Jesus has gone on ahead of us all to build. You will join them there and for the first time in your existence know what true and lasting Joy really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life on earth is hard for most and I have come to the conclusion that it was never meant to be easy. I think that If it were easy we would not look for answers to our heart ache and pain. If it were easy we would not look beyond ourselves and we would not look for God. If we never looked for God then we would not have been meant to live forever with Him.&lt;br /&gt;But life is hard, we do look for answers, and we are looking beyond ourselves, and we are looking for God.....and we are meant to live forever. And by God By Jesus, we can live forever in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who was taken belonged to God and to claim them as yours in saying that I lost my beloved is folly. God loves you and wants you to spend more time with him not the one He took. He took them because He wants them with Him. In this you can look to look to God. You may have been looking to that person as a mentor and God may actually have been the one mentoring you through that person. Now it is time to look directly to God. Maybe that person could not help you grow any more than you have grown and God did not intend for it to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will finish His works in you directly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-6050354164670070783?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/6050354164670070783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=6050354164670070783' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6050354164670070783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6050354164670070783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-does-god-take-people-away-from-you.html' title='Why Does God take people away from you'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-472213588302148848</id><published>2007-07-24T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:51:30.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we are at war in Iraq</title><content type='html'>I am not going to explain this. I am just going to state it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because our Government turned it's back on the Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You figure it out from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-472213588302148848?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/472213588302148848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=472213588302148848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/472213588302148848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/472213588302148848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-we-are-at-war-in-iraq.html' title='Why we are at war in Iraq'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-831814128536730524</id><published>2007-07-23T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:49:28.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 94px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 76px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 46px; background: #330077;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 94px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #110022; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 16px; background: #110099;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 80px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 58px; background: #330077;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Quiz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/"&gt;4degreez.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-831814128536730524?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/831814128536730524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=831814128536730524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/831814128536730524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/831814128536730524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/greed-medium-gluttony-medium-wrath-low.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-423197640969683800</id><published>2007-07-18T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:11:33.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rp4ha4zK5pI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RZZ7WME8FxM/s1600-h/peace+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088541374782563986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rp4ha4zK5pI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RZZ7WME8FxM/s320/peace+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave my wife this sermon last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus hung himself on the cross and put himself in the most vulnerable position possible for a man to place himself in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He expects no less from his brothers and sisters and all servants of the most high God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an open book. I am so obsessively. The curse that I had as a victim was changed into a blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am open and have been since I fully dedicated my life to God as a young teenager. Though I have lapsed sometimes for a few months never the less God brought me back to a position of an open person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blindness of men looking for a persons angle and their fruitless mask insistant that everyone puts one on, can't see a person who doesn't have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave my life out in the open so that all may see who I am whether I am clean or not. the battle waxes and wains but ultimate victory is in God. the maker of Heaven and Earth The keeper of his flock and the master of the universe. He who giveth and taketh away. He who raiseth the good and the evil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is he who is out in the open, blinds the ones he so pleases and opens the eyes of whomsoever he pleases. It is he who bringeth forth whatsoever fruits he desires whenever he desires and  Him men shall only worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the recognition that there is only one God and to place faith in him and him only will anyone find true peace and true happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cross is the position of Peace for each and every man whomsoever it is given .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-423197640969683800?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/423197640969683800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=423197640969683800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/423197640969683800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/423197640969683800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rp4ha4zK5pI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RZZ7WME8FxM/s72-c/peace+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4539587125227532867</id><published>2007-07-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:53:57.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpzz9IzK5nI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ju6yz9J2V7w/s1600-h/100_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088209910681495154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpzz9IzK5nI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ju6yz9J2V7w/s320/100_0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-kay. This is Starsplash central.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4539587125227532867?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4539587125227532867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4539587125227532867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4539587125227532867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4539587125227532867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/ho-kay.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpzz9IzK5nI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ju6yz9J2V7w/s72-c/100_0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-8903347257667262691</id><published>2007-07-17T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:47:27.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No captions yet</title><content type='html'>But there will be some forth comming. I'll call them ulp-dates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-8903347257667262691?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/8903347257667262691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=8903347257667262691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8903347257667262691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8903347257667262691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-captions-yet.html' title='No captions yet'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-3509269674658226942</id><published>2007-07-17T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:59:31.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpzyTIzK5mI/AAAAAAAAADc/zkFp9Ntvj-4/s1600-h/surprise+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088208089615361634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpzyTIzK5mI/AAAAAAAAADc/zkFp9Ntvj-4/s320/surprise+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-3509269674658226942?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/3509269674658226942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=3509269674658226942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3509269674658226942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3509269674658226942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_4704.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpzyTIzK5mI/AAAAAAAAADc/zkFp9Ntvj-4/s72-c/surprise+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-3721067400342613338</id><published>2007-07-17T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:59:01.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me realizing my plot will fail&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpzx94zK5lI/AAAAAAAAADU/E9UFcQ_XKdM/s1600-h/surprise+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088207724543141458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpzx94zK5lI/AAAAAAAAADU/E9UFcQ_XKdM/s320/surprise+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-3721067400342613338?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/3721067400342613338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=3721067400342613338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3721067400342613338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3721067400342613338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_5104.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpzx94zK5lI/AAAAAAAAADU/E9UFcQ_XKdM/s72-c/surprise+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-846210359256745123</id><published>2007-07-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:57:54.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rp5wp4zK5qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-DvK6NEKkoI/s1600-h/surprise+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088628493899196066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rp5wp4zK5qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-DvK6NEKkoI/s320/surprise+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What I look like plotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-846210359256745123?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/846210359256745123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=846210359256745123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/846210359256745123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/846210359256745123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rp5wp4zK5qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-DvK6NEKkoI/s72-c/surprise+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4045643751181502755</id><published>2007-07-17T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:31:52.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portable Phones</title><content type='html'>Funny thing about women and the now ubiquitous wireless phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife just recieved a call from her momma. She won't put the phone down to go to the biff. She has a problem with loose and runny stools accompanied with copious amounts of gas. Noisy and ....you get the sound. She just takes the phone in with her and does her noisy thing. Apparently mom doesn't mind and you know mom can hear whats going on. At least the sound of the flush is unmistakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's gross, but it fits with what I have seen in the women I know. They have a crap fixation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a pathos. An obsession with crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They remember it, and grade it, like there is hope in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4045643751181502755?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4045643751181502755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4045643751181502755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4045643751181502755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4045643751181502755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/portable-phones.html' title='Portable Phones'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-1980040613066279609</id><published>2007-07-16T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:47:24.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possums Possums everywhere Possums</title><content type='html'>Hep Hep I am surrounded by giant tree rats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who is trying to kill me with fat and worry forgot to take up the stray cat food last night and.......I really don't want to shoot those things so I just got out the broom and knocked the boogers out into the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save scarin the crap out of the neighbors for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-1980040613066279609?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/1980040613066279609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=1980040613066279609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1980040613066279609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1980040613066279609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/possums-possums-everywhere-possums.html' title='Possums Possums everywhere Possums'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-6640088247554986080</id><published>2007-07-16T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:24:47.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reputation</title><content type='html'>Do you stake your reputation on what you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't, I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stake God's reputation on what I say. Why? Because only God could make me right, And I don't have to be responsible for the results because I can't make anything&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I say come true anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I get this? God is in control absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why people don't want to believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't want to believe that a loving God would cause men to go through the trouble that they go through. Troubles that try men's soul, heart, beliefs, trust's, faith. To them to prescribe total control is to say that the evil that occurs under God's control is an imperfection and the idea that god may do an imperfection is fallacy. And God is infallible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would rather say that men have a will of there own. If you people are into absolutes and I haven't met anyone yet who wasn't. Even the people who say that there are no absolutes are being absolute about it. They create an oxymoron. I will say it this way. To say absolutely that there are no absolutes is to cause an exception. If there is one exception to no absolutes then the statement is not absolute and you travel one molecule forward and fall back one molecule. (Concurrently then there are absolutes. In fact there are a lot of absolutes. In fact the number of absolutes in this universe may be infinite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the realm of perfection, not a perfect thought. In all of the things that I have read and studied and tried to understand. It is more engineered and in engineering you don't have to be perfect only get close enough. And in this I have found a little treasure in a field, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try to be perfect in all things is impossible. But I can get some things perfect. I can say some things perfectly but if the rest of what I say is imperfect I can get the kudo I 'wanted to' and 'tried to'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reiterate the statement I made several years ago. "No man alive today is perfect but all men alive today are full filling the perfect will of God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is the perfect will of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tribulation. The judgement of men before God and the casting of everything he so chooses into eternal death. A burning lake of fire. All who escape eternal damnation both now and in the future are chosen and known to God. If they are already picked then they had no free will in the matter. If any have no 'free will' then none have 'free will'. There is no free will but for God and his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's will be done. God's will will be done anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stake God's reputation on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-6640088247554986080?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/6640088247554986080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=6640088247554986080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6640088247554986080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6640088247554986080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/reputation.html' title='Reputation'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-7225398716502511848</id><published>2007-07-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:41:14.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise 013'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpp3wYzK5jI/AAAAAAAAADE/GFqfHWCgsmw/s1600-h/100_0106%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087510402242897458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpp3wYzK5jI/AAAAAAAAADE/GFqfHWCgsmw/s320/100_0106%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I look like right after I discover that for at least the last couple of months my wife has been having another internet (at least ) relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny I just happened to look over her shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-7225398716502511848?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/7225398716502511848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=7225398716502511848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7225398716502511848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7225398716502511848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-what-i-look-like-right-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpp3wYzK5jI/AAAAAAAAADE/GFqfHWCgsmw/s72-c/100_0106%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5904622444271519803</id><published>2007-07-13T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T06:32:32.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpd7IozK5iI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VVoOQmHn1H8/s1600-h/Kitty+kitty+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086669692459476514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpd7IozK5iI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VVoOQmHn1H8/s320/Kitty+kitty+kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get into the bad luck of black cats. She ain't all black. Click for close up of Pearl the sweetest kitty on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in the background flies my flag. And contrary to others view that a light should shine on it at night and that it should be taken down in the rain, mine flies at night and in the rain because this flag is not a fair weather flag. We fight at night and in the day in the rain and in the shine. The United states of America better not be a fair weather friend. Otherwise we are just  the land of the enslaved and the home of the Cowards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5904622444271519803?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/5904622444271519803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=5904622444271519803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5904622444271519803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5904622444271519803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/before-you-get-into-bad-luck-of-black.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rpd7IozK5iI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VVoOQmHn1H8/s72-c/Kitty+kitty+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-6738855328334755224</id><published>2007-07-12T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:45:28.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my -itches</title><content type='html'>Here is what I am talking about in the (matters of the heart)liars department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the enviroment is so screwed up then how come it is that Singapore an equally industralized area as anywhere in the U.S.. Has this going for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life expectancy at birth:&lt;br /&gt;total population average life expectancy: 81.62 years&lt;br /&gt;male: 79.05 years&lt;br /&gt;female: 84.39 years (2005 est.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because enviroment; air and water, have nothing to do with life expectancy!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-6738855328334755224?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/6738855328334755224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=6738855328334755224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6738855328334755224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6738855328334755224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-my-itches.html' title='Back to my -itches'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5736302190706782927</id><published>2007-07-12T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:23:26.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok that's enough of my winey --------------for a while</title><content type='html'>T-Man has a cool &lt;a href="http://teflontravels.blogspot.com/"&gt;travel site &lt;/a&gt;I found myself really enjoying. For those visiting Teflon is the site name he uses with varing suf-names. He is an interesting funny grumpy sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5736302190706782927?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/5736302190706782927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=5736302190706782927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5736302190706782927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5736302190706782927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-thats-enough-of-my-winey-for-while.html' title='Ok that&apos;s enough of my winey --------------for a while'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-1825129020635882766</id><published>2007-07-11T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:03:33.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money and marriage</title><content type='html'>I have read and heard many articles and reports concerning the importance of good money practices in a marriage. But no where have I seen the item discussed in the manner in which I am about to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is not the be all end all in life but there are many ways a person can say 'I love you' and I want to be with you all of the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Though Money is not God it is a form that man uses to insure the the future of the home in which your lives, your marriage, relationship, children, are sustained and preserved. Without money a person may find themselves in the unsettling and fearful predicament of wondering about survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If either spouse does not find value in husbanding their finances so as to provide for the hope of their future then the spouse whom is abusing the finances like an alcoholic is subliminally saying; whether they mean to or not, that they do not care for their future, themselves, their marriage, their spouse, or their significant other, leaving the spouse that does care and is trying with the 'feeling' that though they thought they were in this thing called life not alone.....alone. It threatens their survival their lives and their physical, mental/emotional health. It is literally life threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right I said it is "life threatening". Want me to say it again? 'OK'. It is "life threatening".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like being the jackass pulling the plow while the farmer stands on it eating a sandwich and not paying any attention as to which way they are going. Better be a smart jackass otherwise the both of you will be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've ruined it, I am laughing too hard to continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-1825129020635882766?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/1825129020635882766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=1825129020635882766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1825129020635882766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1825129020635882766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/money-and-marriage.html' title='Money and marriage'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4329675474874339436</id><published>2007-07-11T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T07:23:39.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpTnyalNjtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/D9GUgO4pm2U/s1600-h/My+cat+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085944732523007698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpTnyalNjtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/D9GUgO4pm2U/s320/My+cat+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I might be ugly but my cat loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4329675474874339436?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4329675474874339436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4329675474874339436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4329675474874339436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4329675474874339436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-might-be-ugly-but-my-cat-loves-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpTnyalNjtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/D9GUgO4pm2U/s72-c/My+cat+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-6777068557361874878</id><published>2007-07-10T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:23:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>The word church is ancient Greek for body of believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When applied to Christianity means people who believe on Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men who count Jesus as their Savior are members of the body of believers that is the Body of the bride of Jesus Christ. The Church.&lt;br /&gt;No denomination of believers on earth is the true Church. No denomination of Christians on Earth is singly the the one and only true Church. To say so is to oppose what Jesus said concerning the Pharisees attitude and the doctrines of men. That attitude is the same one that gave credence to the Catholics of medieval times mass murder during the inquisitions. It was their justification and their abomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am specifically talking about the Pope and his recent decision concerning Christianity. No man alive today can say whether another man is not saved and that includes the Pope.........He is just a man. He is not God. To deify the Pope is no different than the ancient Roman Empire deifying the Roman Emperor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope is teaching for the doctrines of men and not the universal ideal that all men are are eligible for salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope is in error and the office of Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith are looking backwards but they forgot what was behind them. Death caused by their doctrine.  If death was caused by their doctrine then their doctrine is about death not life. Jesus is about Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luk 9:62 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Jesus said unto him&lt;/span&gt;, No man, having put his hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-6777068557361874878?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/6777068557361874878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=6777068557361874878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6777068557361874878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6777068557361874878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5897523471354627447</id><published>2007-07-10T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:30:31.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put up or shut up</title><content type='html'>Just gave my wife the make or break speach. These things don't go well. Only a special person will see past their own pride and find the nuget burried underneath.&lt;br /&gt;She ain't special. She ain't even predictive but she is predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vast majority of experience I have had with liars is because of the 3 previous marriages.&lt;br /&gt;Pathological liars have not necessarily become adept at lieing they just believe there own smoke and mirrors. They actually have in their mind justified what they do using the same template of logic that most reasoning people would use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for further updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5897523471354627447?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/5897523471354627447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=5897523471354627447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5897523471354627447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5897523471354627447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/put-up-or-shut-up.html' title='Put up or shut up'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-7913269612711278893</id><published>2007-07-09T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:57:24.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied?</title><content type='html'>I have posted a series of pictures for what I haven't got a clue but in speculation someone wanted to see what I looked like or ..whatever.....weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-7913269612711278893?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/7913269612711278893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=7913269612711278893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7913269612711278893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7913269612711278893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/satisfied.html' title='Satisfied?'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4706735946710311563</id><published>2007-07-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:01:31.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpL2aqlNjsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JEFg69qTAtw/s1600-h/surprise+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085397867222109890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpL2aqlNjsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JEFg69qTAtw/s320/surprise+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is the woman who is trying to worry me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4706735946710311563?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4706735946710311563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4706735946710311563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4706735946710311563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4706735946710311563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-she-is-woman-who-is-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpL2aqlNjsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JEFg69qTAtw/s72-c/surprise+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-8800690487325341643</id><published>2007-07-09T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:27:17.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why women live longer than men.</title><content type='html'>The average age for a woman in the U.S. is 80 years  and for men is 76.  Women are killing their men with there women worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at me. 5 years ago I looked like my profile picture. I was a good lookin robust man. Now I am an ugly robustier man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened to me with my first wife and my second wife. My third wife doesn't count because shes is certified nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been desperate, so my advice to men is if your not married don't. If you are and you end up separated or divorced don't get remarried. If you have a happy marriage with a wife who isn't killing you with fear and worry. Keep her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman may be a dime a dozen but a good one who isn't out to get you is an extreme rarity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-8800690487325341643?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/8800690487325341643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=8800690487325341643' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8800690487325341643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8800690487325341643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-women-live-longer-than-men.html' title='Why women live longer than men.'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4394194414681332267</id><published>2007-07-09T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:15:09.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpLrUKlNjrI/AAAAAAAAABs/DJ-2qCXae4g/s1600-h/surprise+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085385660925054642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpLrUKlNjrI/AAAAAAAAABs/DJ-2qCXae4g/s320/surprise+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to say I am something beautiful, but gees talk about ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4394194414681332267?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4394194414681332267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4394194414681332267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4394194414681332267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4394194414681332267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-would-like-to-say-i-am-something.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpLrUKlNjrI/AAAAAAAAABs/DJ-2qCXae4g/s72-c/surprise+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4275890398712780397</id><published>2007-07-09T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:07:07.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big bad possum hunter strikes again.</title><content type='html'>Got another one. This one was even younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is one more out there and it's a big-un. This next one gets it's picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for late breaking news on whether the monster tree rat goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwhahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4275890398712780397?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4275890398712780397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4275890398712780397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4275890398712780397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4275890398712780397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-bad-possum-hunter-strikes-again.html' title='The big bad possum hunter strikes again.'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-3682589255384156920</id><published>2007-07-09T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:10:06.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This picture is freakin me out man.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpKT1KlNjqI/AAAAAAAAABk/dwTlxCUUmPY/s1600-h/surprise+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085289470837493410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpKT1KlNjqI/AAAAAAAAABk/dwTlxCUUmPY/s320/surprise+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I look like after my wife shows her butt in Sunday school class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-3682589255384156920?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/3682589255384156920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=3682589255384156920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3682589255384156920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3682589255384156920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-what-i-look-like-after-my-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpKT1KlNjqI/AAAAAAAAABk/dwTlxCUUmPY/s72-c/surprise+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-9129340432303764523</id><published>2007-07-08T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:00:05.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.libertybob.com/"&gt;Proclaims&lt;/a&gt; to not be a Christian. But definitely has well thought out good ideas and links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-9129340432303764523?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/9129340432303764523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=9129340432303764523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/9129340432303764523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/9129340432303764523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/liberty-bob.html' title='Liberty Bob'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4143224385805382275</id><published>2007-07-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T08:33:48.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpEDjqlNjpI/AAAAAAAAABc/11iNoiVLEsQ/s1600-h/100_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpEDjqlNjpI/AAAAAAAAABc/11iNoiVLEsQ/s320/100_0084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084849365538672274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I look like after a Sunday sermon that will attract flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4143224385805382275?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4143224385805382275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4143224385805382275' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4143224385805382275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4143224385805382275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-what-i-look-like-after-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RpEDjqlNjpI/AAAAAAAAABc/11iNoiVLEsQ/s72-c/100_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-8504809516766680285</id><published>2007-07-06T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T08:08:25.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big bad hunter</title><content type='html'>I capped another possum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one had managed to get up under our shower and was busy gnawing his way through the bottom of the fiberglass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife puts out some food on the back porch for stray cats and I figured that had also attracted the destructive critter and eventually I would catch the bugger in the act. Sure enough she calls out "if you want to get that possum he's out there eatin right now". I peaked out the door lite and there-it-was. It was young and cute. I'm a sucker for cute but this one is chewing up my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the bedroom and grabbed the 12 gage' emptied out the mankiller rounds I keep loaded in it and put in some 7-1/2 buck. Snuck around the house. Possums are not the brightest things. The thing climbed up the rail of the stair and perched on the bannister looking down at me, with what I thought was hope in it's eyes. I apologized to it, took aim. Blam!!! Not so bad that 7-1/2 shot. Oops it is still wiggling. I let it die. Then put on a glove and went out and picked it up by it's tail and man-o-man. Not a clean kill at all. I will spare the gory details because.....they are gory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tossed him/her(I didn't look) and cried as I walked back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't want to kill it...but had to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-8504809516766680285?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/8504809516766680285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=8504809516766680285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8504809516766680285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8504809516766680285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-big-bad-hunter.html' title='I&apos;m a big bad hunter'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-8766429130402091128</id><published>2007-07-04T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:08:45.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Kouric</title><content type='html'>Is that how you spell her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the courage to tell a news story without having to be the center of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all for this and for the first time since I can remember I am listening and watching national news without having my attention drawn to the newscaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a crap about the story teller just the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That her ratings are falling is not a surprise to me but she cannot run from falling ratings and proud lying backstabbing coworkers. Work through it. People like my proud lying covering up her major league detriments sister Sonja would run from the ratings but the lovely Katie Koric has to stay for the sake of all that is upright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick it out and see if your ratings don't start rising again,as all the shell shocked people of truth pull their heads out of their @$$e$ and return to the-used to be main stream-news media.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-8766429130402091128?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/8766429130402091128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=8766429130402091128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8766429130402091128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8766429130402091128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/katie-kouric.html' title='Katie Kouric'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4994770193926793955</id><published>2007-07-03T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:01:08.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As you may have been able to tell</title><content type='html'>My new site has avoided political issues or issues of a public matter, and instead I have mainly focused on private matters of the heart so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However being an opportunist I want to bring up something that encompasses both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new General in charge of our forces in Iraq yesterday laid out for us the empirical evidence that Iran was directly and knowingly involved in Iraq through their proxy puppets, Hezbollah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I am talking about. The truth laid bare. This guy should be commended for not obfuscating the picture. Of course the American public has already figured all of this out but now the question should be raised, What should we do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple. Close the border between Iraq and Iran. Tight as the Iron Curtain. Shut it down. The benefits of allowing passage of any kind are outweighed by the extreme detriments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been saying this for years. I want to know what compromise is served by allowing a wide open border? None. Just death and destruction. People who want open free borders for trade today are just facilitating the export of death and destruction. And just to be sure that you people have got what I said let me reiterate it one more time. Open borders for the sake of trade amongst nations don't facilitate trade as much as they do law breakers. Close them up people. Make the Iranians go around Iraq, adding risk and increased vulnerability, delays, and providing possible counter opportunities for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for attacking Iran. We are Americans, and at this time no large heinous act of terror or assault justifies for us the need to invade. Neither a Pearl Harbor or a 911. It takes that kind of event to get us that mad. So it is just a big covert war out there for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4994770193926793955?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4994770193926793955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4994770193926793955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4994770193926793955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4994770193926793955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-you-may-have-been-able-to-tell.html' title='As you may have been able to tell'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4530591116417776433</id><published>2007-07-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:08:19.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicer but still humble.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RokTdalNjoI/AAAAAAAAABU/zgru1O07fDM/s1600-h/100_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RokTdalNjoI/AAAAAAAAABU/zgru1O07fDM/s320/100_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082615050536849026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4530591116417776433?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4530591116417776433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4530591116417776433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4530591116417776433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4530591116417776433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RokTdalNjoI/AAAAAAAAABU/zgru1O07fDM/s72-c/100_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5828854827743341231</id><published>2007-07-02T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T07:38:12.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.am-i-dumb.com" title="How smart am I?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.am-i-dumb.com/images/stamps/86-8.gif" width="200" height="100" border="0" alt="How smart are you?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be smarter than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5828854827743341231?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/5828854827743341231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=5828854827743341231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5828854827743341231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5828854827743341231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-6692219764788071570</id><published>2007-07-02T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T07:05:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa</title><content type='html'>This is for my sister Lisa who swears that she hears the voice of God and says that God would not do any such thing as create evil nor the devil for any other purpose than good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking that tack would also be saying there is  imperfection in creation. That  God's plan was flawed. That God is not omniscient. If that is your god then your god is not the God who created you but a creation of God that does not know God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see flaws in God's plan. I don't. I see everything coming together exactly as God spake it in his word. Can you see it happening or are you still trying to make sense of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We men are unable to comprehend for certain what God ultimately has in mind in fact it is not only unwise to spend much time trying but is not given to us to do. I mean What are we trying to do. Critique God? MWHAHAHAHA! With a capitol MWHAHAHAHA!!!! What ? Do we think we can do it better? MWHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How About you sis? Do you think you can do it better? MWHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Pro 16:4 The LORD hath made all things for himself: yea, even the wicked for the day of evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God placed the goodly and the evil in this universe for himself not for me and damn straight not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we have the power to overcome any evil in this universe is not for your purpose but for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-6692219764788071570?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/6692219764788071570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=6692219764788071570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6692219764788071570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6692219764788071570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/lisa.html' title='Lisa'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-8400487842493438018</id><published>2007-07-01T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T05:15:41.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the window to the soul the eyes or the mouth</title><content type='html'>I have always looked at peoples mouth when they were talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat 12:34 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;You want to know what spirit speaks out of woman or man . Look in their mouth when they speak. You will see and hear, and by what they say you will know whether they are speaking of themselves or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Also in the way, Those of you who think that part of righteousness includes not cussin people out. This is Jesus cussing out the most holy men of the day. The leaders of the Temple of God in Jerusalem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-8400487842493438018?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/8400487842493438018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=8400487842493438018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8400487842493438018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8400487842493438018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-window-to-soul-eyes-or-mouth.html' title='Is the window to the soul the eyes or the mouth'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-260234663553279648</id><published>2007-06-30T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T07:47:55.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After further review</title><content type='html'>Why did the American people throw a fit about the new illegal immigration law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amnesty part was the stickler that pricked the American people. For one thing listening to the news during the wrangling process I personally got the distinct feeling that the-crooked powers that be-were already figuring out ways to make this legislation null by conniving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Democrats act like they are afraid to seal our Borders. And since they are sitting up there in Washington nice and safe what or who would they be afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and most others have long since known that the whole process has been co-opted in favor of money. And the only monetary gains had by having a broken border are all illegal. Drugs and humans. The drugs destroy our children and the illegals are exploited by crooked business men.&lt;br /&gt;And I assure you the lack of a fence has not gone unnoticed by terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a viable fence between Mexico and the U.S. both Mexico and the U.S. lose. The Mexicans loose some of there best workers and the U.S. looses jobs to a cheap exploited illegal work force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember I have been opposite Ted Kennedy on Damn near everything but recently he made a statement that I have to hand to him. Ted says I do not understand why the American people would not want to secure our border with the Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American people do want to close our Border but because the courts and law enforcement have obviously gone nuts it pisses them off that someone else would get amnesty for breaking a law when the legal citizens of this land would not. And the idea of making their workplace an enforcer in this problem rankled there sensibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ain't wrong. While legitimate employers would have had more law mandated paperwork piled on them increasing costs; forcing upon them something that does not increase productivity, and consequently to balance the scale made cost reductions else where, and also forced to be the eyes and ears of the almighty Government. Also; it would as a token, increased the number of employers that would have  opted out of this country rather than continue to work in a more restricted environment. All of which would have only cost the United States money, restricted freedom, and put the law abiding citizens under a microscope. &lt;strong&gt;Not the way we were raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as is always, instead of giving the people a tool with which to to help them govern they would be giving the corrupt a tool to discriminate with. And we all know that our employers will just make arbitrary decisions that would be detrimental to our own goals and well being. Employers in this country have somehow got it in there heads that they are God to the employees. And that pisses me off. They ain't God any more than money is . The more they have tried to supplant God the more they have been reaping his ire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible puts it this way. To whom much is given much is expected. And how well I know that one. Also Jesus says: if you would be greatest then you have to become least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat 18:4 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat 23:11 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But he that is greatest among you shall be your servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to serve all. If you have been given a a good business then you have also been made subservient to not only God but literally to the customers and the employees. Rebel against any of those three and smack. Lie to any of them and....I would say ask Ken Ley but his lying ultimately cost him his life. He burned all three and.......now his wife is trying to keep her lifestyle. How absurd. Makes you wonder if his wife wasn't the driving force behind his greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest most economically viable option is to build a fence and man the Border. No God damned strings. Because strings attached to that border wall is simply god damned literally. And don't confuse this nation with a city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a nation and not a city and we can fence up our border. Any prophet who wishes to argue the point can meet me on the battle field and we will settle it with swords. I say lets fight for it and let God decide. No quarter will be given nor none asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of you if you don't understand what I just said do not make anything out of it. To you it is just nut rag stuff anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the rejection of the law. The play stands as called. It was a bad law. The timeout is charged to..........you might just be able to figure out who.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-260234663553279648?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/260234663553279648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=260234663553279648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/260234663553279648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/260234663553279648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/after-further-review.html' title='After further review'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-8660782567675678632</id><published>2007-06-29T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:06:37.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Attack</title><content type='html'>There is an old song and I forgot who sang it but the chorus goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign sign every where a sign&lt;br /&gt;yadda yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;breakin my mind&lt;br /&gt;do this.....don't do that&lt;br /&gt;can't ya read the siiii-gn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have become a nation of fear junkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day my wife turns on the news saying I just want to watch the weather but for twenty minutes before the weather is reported we are subjected to death, murder, and the corruption in the nearby city of Macon Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 5 minutes I flip out and try to stick my head in the computer so I don't have to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus? No wonder she is a basket case? You cant' keep feedin yourselves negative crap like that without it having some kind of effect on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling her to turn that off but she doesn't. Last year when I kicked her out I turned the crap tube off and WOW!, did I ever feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have it figured out though. The beast in it's big brother mode has installed in a background carrier wave below the hearing of most normal humans subliminal messages to kill, murder, and your lives are in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that ain't funny some nut knock might take that serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone did tell me once that they had figured out how to measure the vibrations coming off of the tube of your T.V. And eves drop on what was going on in your house. Mwhahaha. Why you could put that to your advantage. MHhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nuff of that I might start believing that................My house is bugged. I'm looosing it! Ahhhhhhhhh! "quick quick honey, they are bugging our house through our TV. I'll sneak in and get the shotgun and blow the bugger out. Mwhahahaha. BAAAM. Damn I used the no4 magnum round again.....that hurt. Oooee. That is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are starving for some good news and absolutely sick from hearing bad news. The happiest people I see are the ones who hardly ever turn their television on. People want to hear stuff like, new factories here in the U.S.. Crime down, rightness up. Good crop harvest. You can drive as fast as you want. New fence at the border so we can be safe from terrorists. If your neighbor pisses you off you can put on the gloves and legally see if you beat the pulp out of him like the old days when you could say "he started it" and everyone else would say "yeah he had it commin to him". Now that would be good news to me. I would like to burn the leaves in my front yard instead of letting them rot . Now there is an ecological article. If you burn the leaves it dumps greenhouse gasses into the atmosphere but if they rot they dump greenhouse gasses into the atmosphere. Stupid. Stupid . Stupid. Well you could compost them in which case they will dump green house gasses into the atmosphere. We could just encase them in plastic or how about irradiate them then they won't rot . How about this.....I put them in my refrigerator. They won't rot there either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say take a chance. Shut off the negative murderous robbing crap, put on your rose colored glasses and pretend there isn't a problem in the world that you have to do a damn thing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better that than to be scared all the time worrying yourselves to death literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the prosperous and happiest people I have met don't even turn on the T.V.. I would bet that there is a connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I can convince my wife to shut the s--t off we are going there too. Rose heaven. Know-nothing ville. I want to be like Sergent Shultz. I know nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the monkey-fore, hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil isn't quite right. It should be hear no evil, see no evil, and you won't speak evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-8660782567675678632?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/8660782567675678632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=8660782567675678632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8660782567675678632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/8660782567675678632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/panic-attack.html' title='Panic Attack'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4509789004466568902</id><published>2007-06-27T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T07:29:55.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have got to stay positive</title><content type='html'>One of the worst problems  facing  victims today is that they continually feed on negativity and concurrently wonder why they feel so bad about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife for instance. Has a giant problem with money. She gets her self in so deep that if I didn't have some credit we would be bankrupt. She buys, owes debt, feels bad, buys, becomes indebted, feels bad hates herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get mad about it she, calls a friend and wines about me getting mad, but doesn't tell them that I am mad about her spending habits, which thankfully because I have isolated her from the primary bills we would be bankrupt but instead only she is bankrupt. Undeclared but bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend feeds her instability by telling her what a monster I am, and why is she still with me. So last year she got into one of those online dating sites, and I found out that she was  going out  I kicked her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months later she comes back for a visit and she looked like hell. (The grass is not greener on the other side of the fence). So because God wanted me to I took her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets back here and goes right back to the same pattern she was in before. Mindlessly. I get mad and lecture her once again on the efficacy of good spending habits. She wines to a girlfriend who again supports the negative side of her issues without knowing that if I did not exert some control over the finances we would be out on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that behavior on her part is as self destructive and as destructive on our marriage and relationship as being an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the solution for her is to not feed herself with the negative things that lead to her depression. And feed herself with the things that don't necessarily make her feel good at the moment, but with things that will build in her self good things, like self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this later. I gotta go tell her once again that she has to be more positive and to starve the parts of her that seek after the pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/28/07 9am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am back to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person has been victimized they will do anything in their power to not be revictimized. And once they decide on something they may become obsessed with it and to break that obsession becomes near impossible. God understands this and is one of the reasons that God plainly forgives men of their sin. He only requires one thing of us in return. that we plainly forgive others of their transgressions against us. Jesus teaches us this by the Lords prayer. forgive us our debts as we forgive others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jesus teaches us to admit our sin to God and man. Jesus is telling us to open our selves up and to ask for forgiveness, and to repent, that is to change ones mind. Funny thing about changing ones mind about a sin that we do. We may not immediately change the doing of it. It is like my cussing. If I am not mindful of it continuously I will cuss and by the holy spirit immediately feel guilty. So once again I make my mind up to not cuss and then I get to talking and as almost any subject will do for me I get animated and like a rocket there I go blurp out comes a cuss word or two. this has been a life long struggle for me. I could have the excuse that my dad was a sailor and sailors have the stereotype of have a blue tongue. And my dad definitely had a blue tongue. Now you could have never met a more graceful man than my dad. He was incredibly strong in so many ways and smart and I always felt very safe when he was around but that tongue. He was incredibly creative with the cussing. but you see I am a man now in charge so to speak of my own life. And I am supposed to be in control of me but in the area of cussing if I am not thinking and just reacting brrrrp out they come. Paul the great apostle said it this way. doing the things I ought not and the things I should do I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean that we are to continue in our sin. NO! We have an out. Whenever I become so consternated in my sin, I have been able to say these words. God I don't know how. God will smile on you and change you. It is at the moment you admit your weakness to God; that and the recognition of his works in you that you find that your greatest strength lay not in your weakness but in your admission of weakness to God. The world may say that this is weakness but it is not, it is our greatest strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak of these things not from a perspective of exterior study like many a social scientist but from the position of one who has experience.&lt;br /&gt;I know whence I speak of the prowess of our Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see......I am a victim. And I am healed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4509789004466568902?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4509789004466568902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4509789004466568902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4509789004466568902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4509789004466568902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-have-got-to-stay-positive.html' title='You have got to stay positive'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-410219901544413123</id><published>2007-06-27T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:39:41.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope our economy is compartmentalized enough</title><content type='html'>How many other sectors of our economy can take bad hits before it crashes. Looks like Bonds are a problem endangering the bond half of the investment /bond sector. That would be two elements of our U.S. economy in a state of trauma right now. Fortunately it is still a big secret as to what makes our economy tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be found at&lt;a href="http://articles.moneycentral.msn.com/Investing/Dispatch/070627markets.aspx"&gt; MSN Money&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big and destructive could that avalanche be? Think of just this one example: The safe Treasury market took a hit of 10.5% in the four-week May panic. That's a 10.5% loss in the most liquid, accurately priced debt market in the world. Think an illiquid market with prices that only exist in computer models will do better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mortgage meltdown still hampers stocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-410219901544413123?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/410219901544413123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=410219901544413123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/410219901544413123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/410219901544413123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hope-our-economy-is-compartmentalized.html' title='I hope our economy is compartmentalized enough'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-4458855284199852109</id><published>2007-06-26T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:26:44.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rambling comment</title><content type='html'>Leads to this line of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why young girls are so stupid in relationships with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was over at my &lt;a href="http://oldwhig.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brothers &lt;/a&gt;site annoying him with some stupid diatribe when I suddenly start sputtering out this line of thought.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than subject my brother to the rest of this yellow stream. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and me didn't last long because I am atypical for a man. I am a yammering idiot and guys are supposed to be silent but deadly. Girls are all about themselves so all a guy has to do is ask questions and try to listen the female will do the rest and think that you love them. Big problem with that. If a guy doesn't say anything to a girl then that would explain why girls keep getting into bad relationships. They are always saying "I thought I knew him" but clearly they really weren't listening or observing very well. They seem so surprised when the guy goes psycho. If they would have shut up and really listened and looked at the guy they might just have seen something that scared them and dropped the guy before it got started. You might say I gave the girl heads up about me and if they decided they didn't like what they saw I let them go. I figured it was better that way. No hard feelings. In fact most of the girls I broke up with I remained friends which is good for the dating stuff in HS. Most thought I was too much of a nut. but that falls under the heading of forgive and forget. Let go so you can go on with the rest of the day and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else today's girls gotta stop doing. They are attracted to the warrior men then they try to change them into pansies, and the men are like ehhh? Whats up with that? If I was meant to be a woman I would have been born with the right stuff to be a woman. You know what I need to continue this in my blog. This is interesting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have had to go out and kill something or someone for I would guess 15000 years and is that attitude going to change overnight? I don't think so. Men are just used and abused then are told that they have to give up the thing that attracted the girl in the first place. Most people guys or girls ain't going for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you heard "You got with me like I am and this is how I am and I ain' t going to change" or how about this one. "This is who I am baby love it or leave it". They leave.. Yet the same person is saying You gotta change. That ain't going anywhere with just about anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what.....the Golden rule applies. If a woman wants her hubby to be more in touch with his feminine side then a woman better get in touch with her more masculine side and maybe the two will meet in the middle cause I know that most men ain't going all the way female. If you married a masculine man just let him be masculine, cause you might not like gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least. God set a format down in the word and he gave no advice about how to accomplish the.....task. The only advice I can give is be nice. Something that may be one of the most difficult tasks anyone can achieve. Gotta have God cause ain't no real nice with out him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-4458855284199852109?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/4458855284199852109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=4458855284199852109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4458855284199852109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/4458855284199852109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/rambling-comment.html' title='A rambling comment'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-2923251888512498860</id><published>2007-06-25T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:42:23.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh....... news flash</title><content type='html'>The bible is proven scientifically accurate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/environment/070228_beijing_anomoly.html"&gt;Scientists&lt;/a&gt; scanning the deep interior of Earth have found evidence of a vast water reservoir beneath eastern Asia that is at least the volume of the Arctic Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen 7:11  In the six hundredth year of Noah's life, in the second month, the seventeenth day of the month, the same day were all the fountains of the great deep broken up, and the windows of heaven were opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine the sky being rung out but water from under ground?. Now it is proven. There is not only 9/10 of all fresh water under ground but there is also a huge ocean under Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder how on earth these basically illiterate just out of the stone age people could know about huge vast supplies of water under the continents doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the way the truth and the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-2923251888512498860?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/2923251888512498860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=2923251888512498860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2923251888512498860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2923251888512498860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-news-flash.html' title='Oh....... news flash'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-2655674668811496617</id><published>2007-06-25T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:07:00.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the confusion about me</title><content type='html'>I am half Finnish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though people don't understand this one little principle about how people are connected to each other your genetic national identity will shape your personal identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand me more you would have to go and study the Finish Russian war to get a better idea why I don't stud hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Democratic nations should have intervened for the Finns with Russia and seriously supported a fellow democratic nation they got skeered they would loose a future potential ally in the Soviets in a war against Germany. Had they supported the Finns it is entirely possible that there would have been no cold war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they should have done instead was told the Russians that they were going to support the Finns and that the Soviets would be on their own against the Germans when and/or if they did eventually go to war with them. Also I would have told the Soviets  we will tell the Germans that we ain't helping the Soviets so have at em. the Soviets would have capitulated and not attacked. Or if they would have the Finns with the extra help would have won handily.&lt;br /&gt;The Finns would have turned into a neutral entity. The Germans would have annihilated the Soviets The Brits would have had the time to build a solid defense. the Japanese would not have attacked us and the status today would be much different.&lt;br /&gt;In fact it is entirely possible that there would have been no cold war at all. No nuclear arms race. No war in Korea, No Vietnam war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finns are loyal to people who honor their word and aloof to those who don't. We also have a penchant for not getting emotionally involved with people. That way if anyone changes there mind about our relationship it didn't cost us emotionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the same way. Fierce in battle and fiercely loyal to those who honor their word with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea that people have to be social creatures causes me to think that some intellectual boobs are thinking of men like they are a herd of goats. MHAA. they ain't. I am not a goat and since that old goat the prince of Grecia didn't support my people in WWII am not necessarily all that enthralled about supporting a Democracy that is not living up to it's claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a citizen of the ideal currently held by supposed braniacs of this nation. I prefer to be an American who is fiercely independent. Just like my half kinsman in Finland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-2655674668811496617?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/2655674668811496617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=2655674668811496617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2655674668811496617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2655674668811496617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-confusion-about-me.html' title='Why the confusion about me'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-7637130256611483956</id><published>2007-06-23T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:04:20.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not following the constitution</title><content type='html'>2nd amendment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This amendment Is not being followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the people of this country concur with any type of governing law that infringes on any ones right to keep and bear arms the people of this country are not in abeyance and have by this annulled the constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing at this time that holds back the Government from totalitarian behavior is the vote for congressman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of the outrage of the people at the ballot box for these men who hold seat is all. If Congress at any time believes that the people would not become enraged and do no less than throw the blighters out on their kiesters then we would indeed be subjected to the loss of what we now consider our rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard many say that when the people decide that it is well to give up some of their own freedom for appearance of safety then they have started down a path for a form of totalism. I say that day is long since gone. I say it began in 1916.&lt;br /&gt;I say that the only place for totality is with God. God is totally in control. Men are not. the only thing then that we can do is totally follow God's way completely and specifically and to count on God from his riches and Grace to give us the wisdom and strength to Govern ourselves according to his desires for us to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Constitution was meant for a people who would control themselves and since it is now apparent that people won't then maybe it is time for a new constitutional convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in which legitimizes the right of the government to coral the unruly masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this thought bother you people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you better get off of your stupid asses and fight for the return of this nation to the Constitution in its truest form because if you don't.....then what you consider of the material gains to be evident of civilization will be taken and I could only speculate the means by which that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer this to happen at the ballot box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-7637130256611483956?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/7637130256611483956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=7637130256611483956' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7637130256611483956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7637130256611483956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-are-not-following-constitution.html' title='We are not following the constitution'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5658116821506123018</id><published>2007-06-22T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:17:14.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the mancause of the Tribulation?</title><content type='html'>What this is not going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article is not going to back up any of it's statements. I am going to state these next few items as a matter. Take them or leave them as you see fit and by all means challenge them in my comments section as you will but I have just got to get these things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the Tribulation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure that I can put this in simple words but I am going to make a serious effort to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tribulation is going to be a period of time occurring after the most catastrophic natural events men will have witnessed since the flood and the ice age. within 6 months after these calamities men will go apparently nougat and in a very very short time will proceed to kill itself off in the most incredible orgy of murder. 1/3 of mankind will die.&lt;br /&gt;For the next 3 1/2 years while men are trying to reestablish civilization there shall be two men preaching the Gospel of Jesus and Kingdom of Heaven. After these are killed the world shall be led into a period of governmental control the likes of which men will have never seen before. This Government will work mans butt off, and also will rule and dominate by fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though most theologians would not debate this with me then the only question has been when will these things happen. And here is where theologians have led people astray. With a method of cutting and pasting verses to fit their views and voice in head crap, and premature interpretations. Not waiting for events to precisely fit Biblical prophecy incorrectly fore told of events. Men who were and are still used as great tools for salvation proudly proclaiming that they were also great purveyors of prophecy when indeed prophecy was not one of their gifts. That is to say foretelling of future events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest advice I was  ever given and was most certainly given of God no matter the vehicle, was to set aside what I had been taught and read the bible straight. It is the greatest advice I could ever give concerning how someone should approach the word. Read it straight.&lt;br /&gt;Beg God for the truth and understanding and know one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is cohesively unified. Graceful and elegant in it's completion. Marvelous and full of forethought. Decisive with an edge unbreakable, sharper and stronger than any cutting device man has ever made or conjured up in his own mind. And I say this......; it Will not be set aside by men. It will be fulfilled completely and perfectly. Though men have twisted their understanding of it or tried to mitigate it yet it remains undefeated. The word has been foremost leading the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for the Tribulation will be mans intransigence to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no. 1: Mankind will not be in a state of self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no. 2: Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no. 3: Deceived leadership amongst men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no. 4: Rejection of the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all mankind I say Repent and reconcile with your creator lest you find yourself bound to slavery to that which you believe to be against only finding out too late that, that too which you were against, in your evil doing you were really for. Knowing full well in that day that you will deserve your rewards. Understanding then that the rewards you earned were not given because of the good intent of your heart but due you by the evil that you did. Understanding; that before you were judged, in your end you had been given the chance to repent. That men set their course thinking it was true by what they thought they could see and evidenced in the material when in fact it was the faith that goodness and love from the unseen and unknowable and infinite that reigns. God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5658116821506123018?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/5658116821506123018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=5658116821506123018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5658116821506123018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5658116821506123018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-mancaused-of-tribulation.html' title='What is the mancause of the Tribulation?'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-7494822656211879158</id><published>2007-06-20T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:20:10.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TF STERN</title><content type='html'>Tf thanks for commenting here at my site. Unfortunately Google and I are having a serious spat. The morons comment box is trying to make me sign into my own site to make reply comments. After fighting with the name and password section I sent them a 'very' nasty gram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I must make this qualifier comment to my last article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''''God meant that we would not know the exact hour of 'his' coming but that we know that the time was near by the signs of the time and as far as the tribulation is concerned that is what I am relating too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I keep saying I am not specifying the exact time; only the time frame in which all these things occur, and only that if it does not happen within the next 50 60 years then the Bible is just an interesting an useful book to live by but that it would indeed be null and void as far as salvation is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;I also have always added that this is my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fear though I believe. I have personally seen too many extraordinary events from the massively awesome to the micro to not '''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my qualifiers are not falsifiable that is in other words the proof that I asked of God is not reproducible in a lab. That it was indeed He showing me these things and not something I was conjuring up. The fact is I didn't ask for any little ol proof. I asked for a massive gigantic event Something that could not be faked or would not be lied about or made up and definitely could not be questioned as to whether it happened proof for me. I will leave it to you to figure out what it was. Trust me you and the rest of the world saw it and it was a major topic of conversation for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stick to my prediction. Nice thing about being thought of as a nut. There is no pressure to be right. It has its drawbacks but then again it has it's plusses too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-7494822656211879158?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/7494822656211879158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=7494822656211879158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7494822656211879158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/7494822656211879158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/tf-stern.html' title='TF STERN'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-1092048173516476045</id><published>2007-06-19T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:55:12.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Isasc Newton religious?</title><content type='html'>Newton Papers Reveal Apocalypse Calculation according to AOL news today Documents Shed Light on Scientist's Religious Beliefs. This story filed by MATTI FRIEDMAN with Associated Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JERUSALEM (June 18) - Three-century-old manuscripts by Isaac Newton calculating the exact date of the apocalypse, detailing the precise dimensions of the ancient temple in Jerusalem and interpreting passages of the Bible - exhibited this week for the first time - lay bare the little-known religious intensity of a man many consider history's greatest scientist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gets the WOW from me. Are these papers real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if so then Sir Isaac nearly perfectly agrees with me. Only one thing he left out of his calculations and the following versus are the ones I use to support my reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen 6:3 And the LORD said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be a hundred and twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat 24:34 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Verily I say unto you, This generation shall not pass, till all these things be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus saying to his disciples that the tribulation and troubles shall come before a generation passes(dies).&lt;br /&gt;The 120 years beginning with the resurrection of Israel in 1947.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 years because God says mans days are 120 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I bet he forgot that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also he did not calculate in the fulfillment of Daniels prophecies concerning the Ram and The He goat. The Medo Persian Empire and Grecian Empire. You know our on going war against terrorism. Democracy vs Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I put the tribulation in my lifetime. In fact in lew of the events in the middle east I put them from now till 2020 and no later than 2067.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more on this refer to Daniel Chapter 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old statement hindsight is always 2020. Hmmmmmm. Maybe. Anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-1092048173516476045?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/1092048173516476045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=1092048173516476045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1092048173516476045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1092048173516476045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/sir-isasc-newton-religious.html' title='Sir Isasc Newton religious?'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-9130637713399592317</id><published>2007-06-18T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:26:20.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rna_0a8pJPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UTib2KM_39k/s1600-h/100_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077456537214592242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rna_0a8pJPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UTib2KM_39k/s320/100_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enough about me already,,,,,This is my wife at church greeting and handing out programs. Just one of the many duties of a Christian aside from spreading the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gospel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-9130637713399592317?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/9130637713399592317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=9130637713399592317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/9130637713399592317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/9130637713399592317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/enough-about-me-alreadythis-is-my-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rna_0a8pJPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UTib2KM_39k/s72-c/100_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5344002991898566496</id><published>2007-06-18T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:10:03.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rna7Ra8pJOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pftv8ebdsmw/s1600-h/000_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077451537872659682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rna7Ra8pJOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pftv8ebdsmw/s320/000_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is from the new digital camera I got my wife at Christmas. Oh.........by the way I don't live in that little trailer any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5344002991898566496?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/5344002991898566496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=5344002991898566496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5344002991898566496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5344002991898566496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-from-new-digital-camera-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rna7Ra8pJOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pftv8ebdsmw/s72-c/000_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-894774742733676138</id><published>2007-06-18T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:09:39.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rna4G68pJNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uRWNB3ZIr-s/s1600-h/475807-R1-21-0A_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077448058949149906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rna4G68pJNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uRWNB3ZIr-s/s320/475807-R1-21-0A_022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the look of the emerald coast from the our room on the 5th floor. Take a good look. Inspite of talking about love in a manner that a lot of so called men would consider unmanly, I AM A MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-894774742733676138?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/894774742733676138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=894774742733676138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/894774742733676138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/894774742733676138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/by-way-this-is-look-of-emerald-coast.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/Rna4G68pJNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uRWNB3ZIr-s/s72-c/475807-R1-21-0A_022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-3926577600629095893</id><published>2007-06-17T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:51:32.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like my Brother says. I am real nice but real tough. I like it that way.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RnWQaK8pJMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qv-WrDXxQsI/s1600-h/IMG006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077122934219809986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RnWQaK8pJMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qv-WrDXxQsI/s320/IMG006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-3926577600629095893?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/3926577600629095893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=3926577600629095893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3926577600629095893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3926577600629095893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr1FpHmlRYg/RnWQaK8pJMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qv-WrDXxQsI/s72-c/IMG006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-2711233173614985415</id><published>2007-06-17T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:57:32.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Christians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://joyfulchristian.blogs.com/joyfulchristian/political_news/index.html"&gt;Another Funny Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-2711233173614985415?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/2711233173614985415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=2711233173614985415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2711233173614985415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/2711233173614985415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/political-christians.html' title='Political Christians'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-276786446898030461</id><published>2007-06-16T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T08:23:20.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why would I be in the right?</title><content type='html'>A man asked me once angrily; with out giving a reference to what in hell (literally)he was talking about, "these things do not apply to you"!?&lt;br /&gt;The answer I gave to him was based on the fact that once I came into forgiveness by Jesus and by giving myself completely over to Jesus and entered into the Kingdom of Heaven that in truth all of the curses not enumerated by the law were forgiven me and did not apply. They still do not.&lt;br /&gt;I said "no". To which he promptly tried to physically attack me. If the janitor of the church would not have been sitting there and yelled out his name"Tim"!, this man surely would have assaulted me and then lied about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fairly figured out what he was saying. That he was under a curse and in that thought that it applied across the board.. It by my previous statement, does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance Honor thy Father and thy Mother. I do this. Not by mans countenance do I do this but by God do I do this. I will at the last of this article spell out how I honor my Mother and Father but for now this is about a method of finding and fixing our problems. As some would put it dealing death blows to our demons that we can be better people at peace with our selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no curse to tell the truth in that my Mom and Pop made some horrendous mistakes but all in all they were generally correct. It is no sin to tell anyone of these mistakes in fact the sin would be to not say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person would like to understand why they are the way they are by God, and to ask God  specifically to fix him or herself then it requires that he be honest with himself about his life. That is not to say to relive it but to coldly reflect with out judgement or emotion on his past. A difficult but attainable state of mind not to be confused with coldness or cold calculating criminals but with (&lt;em&gt;I learned that a person could do this from Star Trek&lt;/em&gt;) logic. That does not mean to accept himself in his frailties  but as a point of searching oneself for the cause of ones own primary faults. Waaay too many people accept who they are and go out and live their lives in their faults. Not Gods will. He is continually doing a good work in us that we may be presented before him as he has set out for us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What curse then is there that can take hold in me? None!!!!!!! Not one. If I will by God endeavor to search out God and be given the blessing that I should search myself that I may present my weaknesses before God and men that I may find peace before my true Father which is in Heaven, and that the works of this world are in me put to death that I may remember them no more., and that the fruits of the spirit of the Holy God may be manifested through me that mankind may know that my God  is  God, and that he has the power to cure man of ALL his ills.&lt;br /&gt;To be a living example of He who has created us that in that great and terrible Day of  His Judgement, No man may have an excuse as to why he did not believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Honor of my Father and Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and Father were tools who by whom  God in his awesome plan gave me to them to raise up in the manner which He had proscribed in a plan set out before the beginning of time for the purposes he has designed and there is NO Greater Honor that a man could bestow on his parents than to be given the gift of recognizing that God did not have evil in mind for me but Good................My Parents are beloved of God and in whom he bestowed the honor of giving birth to children and all of the blessings and troubles that come with them that he may also work the works in my parents that he has ordained for their lives. That they are also presented before Himself  &lt;strong&gt;Holy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Perfect&lt;/strong&gt; according to His plans for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NO GREATER HONOR THAN THIS THAT I COULD BESTOW UPON THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then would I be in the right? By and For God how can I be in the wrong when I live in the right? I am not perfect in this and was not given the power to be perfect but I do not accept this and continue in every way to By God correct myself. I will be exactly before God as he desires and wills and will only be given the correction that he has ordained NOT MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So except for the Holy Spirit and Jesus and The Father; that which is out of the spirit SHUT UP! And I will know the difference If you don't. Got a spiritual Sword that says you won't risk it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-276786446898030461?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/276786446898030461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=276786446898030461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/276786446898030461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/276786446898030461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-would-i-be-in-right.html' title='Why would I be in the right?'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5276356927231937960</id><published>2007-06-15T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:38:50.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Scofflaw</title><content type='html'>The only explanation is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I endeavor to abide by the laws of my local state and federal government I scoff at the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do my best to be obedient to the laws of our land and still scoff at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYA NYA NYA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5276356927231937960?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/5276356927231937960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16038910&amp;postID=5276356927231937960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5276356927231937960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5276356927231937960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-scofflaw.html' title='I am a Scofflaw'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-3784216227870715695</id><published>2007-06-15T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:13:43.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New link on side Bar</title><content type='html'>Why have I begun to add more libertain links to my web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are kicking but about following the constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this new &lt;a href="http://libertyed.org/noforce/"&gt;Mr. Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-3784216227870715695?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/feeds/3784216227870715695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-5970086847567659775</id><published>2007-06-15T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T05:12:43.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are men good for</title><content type='html'>According to media both left and right and every preacher I have ever heard over the last 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Everything I have heard. Everything I have ever ever heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;You know what I have heard also. If you want a group of people to live positive lives. tell them the good that they do and reinforce the good that they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Am I guilty of doing the same things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yeah. I got to change back. I once used to tout the plusses of America but for 30 years was bombarded with how bad we are as a country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;You know what?, the nay sayer's won. I am convinced that the U.S. doesn't deserve to exist. So how come we are still here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;You people want positive results?, shut up about the negative excrement. Proper vernacular for that word. It is an attitude that belongs flushed fermented and turned into fertilizer spread upon a field so that something may be planted that would bring good fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-5970086847567659775?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5970086847567659775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/5970086847567659775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-are-men-good-for.html' title='What are men good for'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-3704748844570640250</id><published>2007-06-10T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:53:02.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill of rights</title><content type='html'>Amendment I: Freedom of speech, religion, press, petition and assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7705"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment II: Right to bear arms and militia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7707"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment III: Quartering of soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7709"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment IV: Warrants and searches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7711"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment V: Individual debt and double jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offence to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7713"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment VI: Speedy trial, witnesses and accusations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7715"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment VII: Right for a jury trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved, and no fact tried by a jury, shall be otherwise re-examined in any Court of the United States, than according to the rules of the common law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7717"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment VIII: Bail and fines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7719"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment IX: Existence of other rights for the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7721"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.&lt;br /&gt;End of the Bill of Rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7725"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment XI: Suits against states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Judicial power of the United States shall not be construed to extend to any suit in law or equity, commenced or prosecuted against one of the United States by Citizens of another State, or by Citizens or Subjects of any Foreign State. Proposal and Ratification The eleventh amendment to the Constitution of the United States was proposed to the legislatures of the several States by the Third Congress, on the 4th of March 1794; and was declared in a message from the President to Congress, dated the 8th of January, 1798, to have been ratified by the legislatures of three-fourths of the States. The dates of ratification were: New York, March 27, 1794; Rhode Island, March 31, 1794; Connecticut, May 8, 1794; New Hampshire, June 16, 1794; Massachusetts, June 26, 1794; Vermont, between October 9, 1794 and November 9, 1794; Virginia, November 18, 1794; Georgia, November 29, 1794; Kentucky, December 7, 1794; Maryland, December 26, 1794; Delaware, January 23, 1795; North Carolina, February 7, 1795. Ratification was completed on February 7, 1795. The amendment was subsequently ratified by South Carolina on December 4, 1797. New Jersey and Pennsylvania did not take action on the amendment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7727"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment XII: Election of executive branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Electors shall meet in their respective states, and vote by ballot for President and Vice-President, one of whom, at least, shall not be an inhabitant of the same state with themselves; they shall name in their ballots the person voted for as President, and in distinct ballots the person voted for as Vice-President, and they shall make distinct lists of all persons voted for as President, and of all persons voted for as Vice-President, and of the number of votes for each, which lists they shall sign and certify, and transmit sealed to the seat of the government of the United States, directed to the President of the Senate;--The President of the Senate shall, in the presence of the Senate and House of Representatives, open all the certificates and the votes shall then be counted;--The person having the greatest number of votes for President, shall be the President, if such number be a majority of the whole number of Electors appointed; and if no person have such majority, then from the persons having the highest numbers not exceeding three on the list of those voted for as President, the House of Representatives shall choose immediately, by ballot, the President. But in choosing the President, the votes shall be taken by states, the representation from each state having one vote; a quorum for this purpose shall consist of a member or members from two-thirds of the states, and a majority of all the states shall be necessary to a choice. And if the House of Representatives shall not choose a President whenever the right of choice shall devolve upon them, before the fourth day of March next following, then the Vice-President shall act as President, as in the case of the death or other constitutional disability of the President. --The person having the greatest number of votes as Vice-President, shall be the Vice-President, if such number be a majority of the whole number of Electors appointed, and if no person have a majority, then from the two highest numbers on the list, the Senate shall choose the Vice-President; a quorum for the purpose shall consist of two-thirds of the whole number of Senators, and a majority of the whole number shall be necessary to a choice. But no person constitutionally ineligible to the office of President shall be eligible to that of Vice-President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposal and Ratification,The twelfth amendment to the Constitution of the United States was proposed to the legislatures of the several States by the Eighth Congress, on the 9th of December, 1803, in lieu of the original third paragraph of the first section of the second article; and was declared in a proclamation of the Secretary of State, dated the 25th of September, 1804, to have been ratified by the legislatures of 13 of the 17 States. The dates of ratification were: North Carolina, December 21, 1803; Maryland, December 24, 1803; Kentucky, December 27, 1803; Ohio, December 30, 1803; Pennsylvania, January 5, 1804; Vermont, January 30, 1804; Virginia, February 3, 1804; New York, February 10, 1804; New Jersey, February 22, 1804; Rhode Island, March 12, 1804; South Carolina, May 15, 1804; Georgia, May 19, 1804; New Hampshire, June 15, 1804. Ratification was completed on June 15, 1804. The amendment was subsequently ratified by Tennessee, July 27, 1804. The amendment was rejected by Delaware, January 18, 1804; Massachusetts, February 3, 1804; Connecticut, at its session begun May 10, 1804.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7743"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment XIII: Probition of slavery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 1. Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction. Section 2. Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposal and Ratification The thirteenth amendment to the Constitution of the United States was proposed to the legislatures of the several States by the Thirty-eighth Congress, on the 31st day of January, 1865, and was declared, in a proclamation of the Secretary of State, dated the 18th of December, 1865, to have been ratified by the legislatures of twenty-seven of the thirty-six States. The dates of ratification were: Illinois, February 1, 1865; Rhode Island, February 2, 1865; Michigan, February 2, 1865; Maryland, February 3, 1865; New York, February 3, 1865; Pennsylvania, February 3, 1865; West Virginia, February 3, 1865; Missouri, February 6, 1865; Maine, February 7, 1865; Kansas, February 7, 1865; Massachusetts, February 7, 1865; Virginia, February 9, 1865; Ohio, February 10, 1865; Indiana, February 13, 1865; Nevada, February 16, 1865; Louisiana, February 17, 1865; Minnesota, February 23, 1865; Wisconsin, February 24, 1865; Vermont, March 9, 1865; Tennessee, April 7, 1865; Arkansas, April 14, 1865; Connecticut, May 4, 1865; New Hampshire, July 1, 1865; South Carolina, November 13, 1865; Alabama, December 2, 1865; North Carolina, December 4, 1865; Georgia, December 6, 1865. Ratification was completed on December 6, 1865. The amendment was subsequently ratified by Oregon, December 8, 1865; California, December 19, 1865; Florida, December 28, 1865 (Florida again ratified on June 9, 1868, upon its adoption of a new constitution); Iowa, January 15, 1866; New Jersey, January 23, 1866 (after having rejected the amendment on March 16, 1865); Texas, February 18, 1870; Delaware, February 12, 1901 (after having rejected the amendment on February 8, 1865); Kentucky, March 18, 1976 (after having rejected it on February 24, 1865); Mississippi, March 16, 1995 (after having rejected it on December 4, 1865).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7744"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment XIV: Privileges or immunities, due process, elections and debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 1. All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws. Section 2. Representatives shall be apportioned among the several States according to their respective numbers, counting the whole number of persons in each State, excluding Indians not taxed. But when the right to vote at any election for the choice of electors for President and Vice President of the United States, Representatives in Congress, the Executive and Judicial officers of a State, or the members of the Legislature thereof, is denied to any of the male inhabitants of such State, being twenty-one years of age, and citizens of the United States, or in any way abridged, except for participation in rebellion, or other crime, the basis of representation therein shall be reduced in the proportion which the number of such male citizens shall bear to the whole number of male citizens twenty-one years of age in such State.&lt;a name="14sec-3"&gt;Section 3.&lt;/a&gt; No person shall be a Senator or Representative in Congress, or elector of President and Vice President, or hold any office, civil or military, under the United States, or under any State, who, having previously taken an oath, as a member of Congress, or as an officer of the United States, or as a member of any State legislature, or as an executive or judicial officer of any State, to support the Constitution of the United States, shall have engaged in insurrection or rebellion against the same, or given aid or comfort to the enemies thereof. But Congress may by a vote of two-thirds of each House, remove such disability. Section 4.The validity of the public debt of the United States, authorized by law, including debts incurred for payment of pensions and bounties for services in suppressing insurrection or rebellion, shall not be questioned. But neither the United States nor any State shall assume or pay any debt or obligation incurred in aid of insurrection or rebellion against the United States, or any claim for the loss or emancipation of any slave; but all such debts, obligations and claims shall be held illegal and void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 5.&lt;br /&gt;The Congress shall have power to enforce, by appropriate legislation, the provisions of this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposal and Ratification The fourteenth amendment to the Constitution of the United States was proposed to the legislatures of the several States by the Thirty-ninth Congress, on the 13th of June, 1866. It was declared, in a certificate of the Secretary of State dated July 28, 1868 to have been ratified by the legislatures of 28 of the 37 States. The dates of ratification were: Connecticut, June 25, 1866; New Hampshire, July 6, 1866; Tennessee, July 19, 1866; New Jersey, September 11, 1866 (subsequently the legislature rescinded its ratification, and on March 24, 1868, readopted its resolution of rescission over the Governor's veto, and on Nov. 12, 1980, expressed support for the amendment); Oregon, September 19, 1866 (and rescinded its ratification on October 15, 1868); Vermont, October 30, 1866; Ohio, January 4, 1867 (and rescinded its ratification on January 15, 1868); New York, January 10, 1867; Kansas, January 11, 1867; Illinois, January 15, 1867; West Virginia, January 16, 1867; Michigan, January 16, 1867; Minnesota, January 16, 1867; Maine, January 19, 1867; Nevada, January 22, 1867; Indiana, January 23, 1867; Missouri, January 25, 1867; Rhode Island, February 7, 1867; Wisconsin, February 7, 1867; Pennsylvania, February 12, 1867; Massachusetts, March 20, 1867; Nebraska, June 15, 1867; Iowa, March 16, 1868; Arkansas, April 6, 1868; Florida, June 9, 1868; North Carolina, July 4, 1868 (after having rejected it on December 14, 1866); Louisiana, July 9, 1868 (after having rejected it on February 6, 1867); South Carolina, July 9, 1868 (after having rejected it on December 20, 1866). Ratification was completed on July 9, 1868. The amendment was subsequently ratified by Alabama, July 13, 1868; Georgia, July 21, 1868 (after having rejected it on November 9, 1866); Virginia, October 8, 1869 (after having rejected it on January 9, 1867); Mississippi, January 17, 1870; Texas, February 18, 1870 (after having rejected it on October 27, 1866); Delaware, February 12, 1901 (after having rejected it on February 8, 1867); Maryland, April 4, 1959 (after having rejected it on March 23, 1867); California, May 6, 1959; Kentucky, March 18, 1976 (after having rejected it on January 8, 1867).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7745"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment XV: Race and the right to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 1. The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of race, color, or previous condition of servitude. Section 2. The Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposal and Ratification The fifteenth amendment to the Constitution of the United States was proposed to the legislatures of the several States by the Fortieth Congress, on the 26th of February, 1869, and was declared, in a proclamation of the Secretary of State, dated March 30, 1870, to have been ratified by the legislatures of twenty-nine of the thirty-seven States. The dates of ratification were: Nevada, March 1, 1869; West Virginia, March 3, 1869; Illinois, March 5, 1869; Louisiana, March 5, 1869; North Carolina, March 5, 1869; Michigan, March 8, 1869; Wisconsin, March 9, 1869; Maine, March 11, 1869; Massachusetts, March 12, 1869; Arkansas, March 15, 1869; South Carolina, March 15, 1869; Pennsylvania, March 25, 1869; New York, April 14, 1869 (and the legislature of the same State passed a resolution January 5, 1870, to withdraw its consent to it, which action it rescinded on March 30, 1970); Indiana, May 14, 1869; Connecticut, May 19, 1869; Florida, June 14, 1869; New Hampshire, July 1, 1869; Virginia, October 8, 1869; Vermont, October 20, 1869; Missouri, January 7, 1870; Minnesota, January 13, 1870; Mississippi, January 17, 1870; Rhode Island, January 18, 1870; Kansas, January 19, 1870; Ohio, January 27, 1870 (after having rejected it on April 30, 1869); Georgia, February 2, 1870; Iowa, February 3, 1870. Ratification was completed on February 3, 1870, unless the withdrawal of ratification by New York was effective; in which event ratification was completed on February 17, 1870, when Nebraska ratified. The amendment was subsequently ratified by Texas, February 18, 1870; New Jersey, February 15, 1871 (after having rejected it on February 7, 1870); Delaware, February 12, 1901 (after having rejected it on March 18, 1869); Oregon, February 24, 1959; California, April 3, 1962 (after having rejected it on January 28, 1870); Kentucky, March 18, 1976 (after having rejected it on March 12, 1869). The amendment was approved by the Governor of Maryland, May 7, 1973; Maryland having previously rejected it on February 26, 1870. The amendment was subsequently ratified by Tennessee, April 8, 1997 (after having rejected it on November 16, 1869).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason I did not include all of the amendments is that from the 16th on the amendments began to change the constitution itself for instance:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 8&lt;br /&gt;Clause 1: The Congress shall have Power To lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises, to pay the Debts and provide for the common Defence and general Welfare of the United States; but all Duties, Imposts and Excises shall be uniform throughout the United States;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To me this says got to be even and fair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 16th amendment says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment XVI: Income tax.&lt;br /&gt;The Congress shall have power to lay and collect taxes on incomes, from whatever source derived, without apportionment among the several States, and without regard to any census or enumeration. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Government no longer cares if it is even and fair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I have read this again and briefly thought about the things that Our Government does today It looks like at least half of the original document is not being followed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not good. An argument should be made to the effect that it is obsolete and a new constitution written to better reflect how we live and govern in this country instead of fighting over this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For instance if the moronic society we live in today wants to outlaw religion then they could put that in there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe they would want to ambiguate what they think can and cannot be said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How about outlawing free thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then you could make psychics law enforcement and just take their word at what other people are thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or how about making a pre-crime unit out of them? That way you could just throw people in prison you thought were going to commit a crime ala &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Minority Report&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; starring Tom Cruise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact they could legalize ambiguities and outlaw facts. Why not?, We are living a lie in this country anyway. Might as well tell the truth about it. Oh yeah if we tell the truth then we wouldn't be living a totall lie? Can't have that now can we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-3704748844570640250?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3704748844570640250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3704748844570640250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/bill-of-rights.html' title='Bill of rights'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-3235782181211062223</id><published>2007-06-02T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:37:31.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is God's will for your life?</title><content type='html'>I hope also that this stirs up people to think. God's will versus God's desire for you and mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard it said a thousand times that when something bad happens that that was not God's will for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull crap. If it happened it was God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's will is what is done. God's desire for you now is something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's desire is that you live a happy peaceful life and may you be so blessed but the vast majority of people don't live that kind of Utopian life. People are kind of stubborn and usually fight learning something more and if not for the calamities big and little that occur would not, but would find their happy little nook and stay there until they died. Now that is not God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does God do but create a surrogate calamity maker whom he has under total control. The Devil who introduces man into sin. God's will. Tell me you don't think that the devil who was created in whom there is no truth. Jesus says "he has nothing in me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to the rest of this incredible controversy I am so good a whipping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell what God's will is just look at history. To know what God's desire for you just look at what Jesus said you should be like. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute furry lovable little lambs.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We have the power to be cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; furry little lambs so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my picture on the left  and tell me you don't see a cute furry lovable little lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-3235782181211062223?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3235782181211062223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/3235782181211062223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-gods-will-for-your-life.html' title='What is God&apos;s will for your life?'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-1212970747777886652</id><published>2007-05-29T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:03:20.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutally Honest</title><content type='html'>No such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it what people want...... to associate honesty with brutality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it isn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you people think that honesty is brutal then what does that say about your mental and/or spiritual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your glass is half empty.  Maybe it is worse than  that, maybe it is empty. Maybe it is even worse than that. Maybe you have a hole in the bottom of your glass and no matter how much someone tries to give you some fresh, clean, clear, pure, delicious, refreshing, water your glass will run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find this brutally Honest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't. It is just honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like living by apperances......well.....this is how you people appear to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-1212970747777886652?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1212970747777886652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/1212970747777886652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/05/brutally-honest.html' title='Brutally Honest'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16038910.post-6844135014738214899</id><published>2007-05-29T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T05:08:45.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favor</title><content type='html'>Why does anyone seek after other peoples favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are not the ones you want to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to please God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16038910-6844135014738214899?l=starsmash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6844135014738214899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16038910/posts/default/6844135014738214899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsmash.blogspot.com/2007/05/favor.html' title='Favor'/><author><name>ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869882841161259871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/81/6519/640/CCI000101.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
