Monthly Archives: July 2012

What Do You See?

Gray Leaves

Close up of a saucer in the Monika, description is Gray Leaves.

Pattern – Monika (Platinum trim)
From the town of Mitterteich, Bavaria, Germany.

This backstamp means that it was made between 1920 and 1945. The Mitterteich Company existed from 1917 to 2006.

A Granny with A Gun

A granny with a gun  can be a very good thing.

The comment by jimmydee is the best.

America, Home of the Free and Illegal

The  the next four paragraphs are from A1 Sauce, a commenter on I hope he won’t mind me using his comment as I think it is one of the best I have seen. It pretty much sums up why we the people, innocent people need to have guns. Guns that are kept safe and locked away from young children.

BUTTE , MONTANA Shotgun preteen vs. Illegal alien Home Invaders…Two illegal aliens, Ralphel Resindez, 23, and Enrico Garza, 26, probably believed they would easily overpower home-alone 11-year-old Patricia Harrington after her father had left their two-story home. It seems the two crooks never learned two things: they were in Montana and Patricia had been a clay-shooting champion since she was nine.

Patricia was in her upstairs room when the two men broke through the front door of the house. She quickly ran to her father’s room and grabbed his
12-gauge Mossberg 500 shotgun. Resindez was the first to get up to the second floor only to be the first to catch a near point-blank blast of buckshot
from the 11-year-old’s knee-crouch aim. He suffered fatal wounds to his abdomen and genitals. When Garza ran to the foot of the stairs, he took a blast to the left shoulder and staggered out into the street where he bled to death before medical help could arrive. It was found out later that Resindez was armed with a stolen 45-caliber handgun he took from another home invasion robbery. That victim, 50-year-old David 0’Burien, was not so lucky. He died from stab wounds to the chest.

Ever wonder why good stuff never makes NBC, CBS, PBS, MSNBC, CNN, or ABC news……..? An 11 year old girl, properly trained, defended her home and herself……against two murderous, illegal immigrants…….and she wins,
She is still alive. Now THAT is Gun Control!

Thought for the day….
Calling an illegal alien an ‘undocumented immigrant ‘is like calling a drug dealer an ‘unlicensed pharmacist’
I like this kind of news! American citizens defending themselves and their homes!


And this about the squatters! It’s crazy! Who goes to a house and decides to just start living in it? There are lots of houses  I see that would be nice to live in but I don’t just go move in while the owners are at work or on vacation. To make things worse the law isn’t helping them and The Christian Defence Council is helping the squatters! What happened to trespassing laws? Breaking and entering? The owners did not go away for that length of time and leave their home unlocked. So the squatters had to have broken in. The police should have looked at everyone’s ID’s then the homeowner’s legal papers and marched the squatters right out at gun point. Not to mention you would be able to see the home owner’s photographs all over the house and know whose house it is.  Where is John Wayne when you need him?

Phone Home

Call Me Maybe

These guys have got the right number! This is great. Go military!–abc-news-topstories.html

What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?

A  passionate and wonderful speech given by Frederick Douglass on July 5, 1852.

This is my favorite line: There is not a man beneath the canopy of heaven, that does not know that slavery is wrong for him.

I agree with Mr. Douglass that there is not a man beneath the canopy of heaven, that does not know that slavery is wrong.  It does not matter what your culture or tradition is, if something is wrong you know it is wrong. No matter if you have been ill-treated or taken advantage of you still know when something is wrong. Right and wrong is written in every man’s heart.  Whether it is the intentional murder of an innocent, abuse of a child, ill-treatment of an animal, rape of a woman or destruction of a nation, man knows when he is doing wrong.

This particular section is gut wrenching: Behold the practical operation of this internal slave-trade, the American slave-trade, sustained by American politics and America religion. Here you will see men and women reared like swine for the market. You know what is a swine-drover? I will show you a man-drover. They inhabit all our Southern States. They perambulate the country, and crowd the highways of the nation, with droves of human stock. You will see one of these human flesh-jobbers, armed with pistol, whip and bowie-knife, driving a company of a hundred men, women, and children, from the Potomac to the slave market at New Orleans. These wretched people are to be sold singly, or in lots, to suit purchasers. They are food for the cotton-field, and the deadly sugar-mill. Mark the sad procession, as it moves wearily along, and the inhuman wretch who drives them. Hear his savage yells and his blood-chilling oaths, as he hurries on his affrighted captives! There, see the old man, with locks thinned and gray. Cast one glance, if you please, upon that young mother, whose shoulders are bare to the scorching sun, her briny tears falling on the brow of the babe in her arms. See, too, that girl of thirteen, weeping, yes! weeping, as she thinks of the mother from whom she has been torn! The drove moves tardily. Heat and sorrow have nearly consumed their strength; suddenly you hear a quick snap, like the discharge of a rifle; the fetters clank, and the chain rattles simultaneously; your ears are saluted with a scream, that seems to have torn its way to the center of your soul! The crack you heard, was the sound of the slave-whip; the scream you heard, was from the woman you saw with the babe. Her speed had faltered under the weight of her child and her chains! that gash on her shoulder tells her to move on. Follow the drove to New Orleans. Attend the auction; see men examined like horses; see the forms of women rudely and brutally exposed to the shocking gaze of American slave-buyers. See this drove sold and separated forever; and never forget the deep, sad sobs that arose from that scattered multitude. Tell me citizens, WHERE, under the sun, you can witness a spectacle more fiendish and shocking. Yet this is but a glance at the American slave-trade, as it exists, at this moment, in the ruling part of the United States. 

 It is beyond my reasoning that any kind of person could partake in this matter. What did the free white people say to their children as they surely would have seen these things also. They would have seen children their own ages being treated this way. What excuses could those parents possibly come up with. These people’s soul now live with the devil I am sure. At the end of their lives as they were taking their last few breaths they had to be very, very sorry and scared to death because then it was time to pay the piper for the ease in their lives that had caused so much rack and ruin in others.