Barry Obama's Drug Abuse

While our veterans are sacrificing themselves selflessly to insure our liberties and supposedly to protect the US Constitution, our Commander and Chief was/is using drugs and plotting the destruction of America, one legislation at a time.

But what can one expect from a man born in Kenya and raised in Indonesia?? He doesn't like America. Obama hates America!

It has been well known for years that President Obama was an avid user of cocaine and marijuana in both his high school and college years. However, the rabbit hole appears to be much deeper than previously thought ... [story continued at: Sweet: Obama thanked his drug dealer in his high school yearbook]

Is it any wonder now that the Secret Service are also users?

I also see that the partner/drug dealer from High School was homosexual, just like O'blamo.

Birds of a feather ...

Oh Hail

Our countryside had some pretty good size hail last night! The noise woke me up at 1:35 AM and continued on for a good ten minutes or so. It sure made a mess. The wild birds seemed to fair well also. I haven't found any little remains around the yard so far. Thank goodness.


Hubby and I recently repainted and fixed up our old wooden back decks. I bought inexpensive yellow chairs from Lowe's, repainted the table yellow and white, and hung new windchimes. It feels like our own personal Paradise! So we have been enjoying our "new" back decks in the evenings. It's pleasant turning off the news for awhile. My thoughtful sister-in-law gave me the fancy wine glass for my birthday this weekend. I think it makes the wine taste better. At least, the pretty glass makes me look better ... or maybe that's just the wine. *giggle*

I hope everyone is having a happy week.

Funny Friday ~ What REALLY Happened At The Obama Fundraiser

The Mother Of All Days

My adopted mother Helen and me
just before she passed away [1966]
Tribute At FindAGrave
From "History Of Mother's Day"

Mark your calendars: This Sunday, May 13, is Mother's Day. And contrary to popular belief, the holiday did not rise up from the corporate brain trust of Hallmark and FTD florists. The day to celebrate mom has ancient roots.

The day can be traced to ancient Greece, which honored Rhea, mother of the gods, with offerings of honey cake, drinks, and flowers at dawn. The Romans built a temple for the mother of the gods, Magna Mater (Great Mother), and the Festival of Hilaria called for gifts to be brought to the temple to please the goddess.

In 17th-century England, early catholics reserved a day to honor Mary, the mother of Christ. By a later religious order all mothers began to be honored, and the day was christened "Mothering Sunday."

The holiday came to America when, in 1907, grateful daughter Anna Jarvis held a church service on May 12 in West Virginia to honor her late mother's work promoting women's groups for friendship and health. Within five years, almost every state was observing the day, and in 1914, President Woodrow Wilson [an early Progressive and one of the WORST Presidents ever!] declared it a national holiday.

According to History.com, the tradition of buying flowers on Mother's Day started with wearing carnations to honor moms -- white for a mother who had passed, and red or pink for the living -- and grew to be a more retail event involving cards and gifts. Jarvis, who felt the commercialization did not fit the spirit of the day, spent the last years of her life trying to abolish the holiday she had started ...

As y'all have probably guessed, I'm not really into keeping holidays. ANY holiday. The Holy Bible and the Apostle Paul strickly warn about this and for good reason. Most of them are of pagan origin and they only detract us from the true message of salvation by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ, but, I digress.

Like most I do love my mother. Very much. Since I lost my adopted mother in 1966, I have hoped that by trying to live an honorable life that she would have respected, that I have brought honor to her name. What few memories I have of Helen are that she was a gentle, soft spoken, Christian woman. I still have her well worn Bible by my bedside. It's in the Kings James language so I don't read it often, much preferring a Bible that speaks in my native tongue of modern American. I get lost and tangled up in all the "thee's" and "thou's" in the old language but it is pretty to read. And it's nice to know that the hands that loved me and once held mine have once touched the very pages that I now touch. It helps keep the connection alive.

That said, Happy Mother's Day in Heaven mom. I miss you. Every day. I wish you could have lived just a little longer but thank you for being there as long as you were. I love you.

Funny Friday ~ These Should Groan On You

Jokes about German sausage are the wurst.

I know a guy who's addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time.

How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it.

I stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.

This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I'd never met herbivore.

I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can't put it down.

I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.

They told me I had type-A blood, but it was a Type-O.

PMS jokes aren't funny; period.

Why were the Indians here first? They had reservations.

I didn't like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.

When you get a bladder infection urine trouble.

Broken pencils are pointless.

I tried to catch some fog, but I mist.

What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.

I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.

I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.

I got a job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.

Haunted French pancakes give me the crêpes.

Velcro — what a rip off!

A cartoonist was found dead in his home. Details are sketchy.

Campaign Catch Phrase Or Are We Already Caught?

The new campaign message from the Dear Leader is "Forward"?! Forward to what, pray tell?!

Forward to even higher unemployment
Forward to printing more money that is unsustainable
Forward to more debt that can never be repaid
Forward to even more loss of FREEDOMs and liberties
Forward to allowing more illegals to vote AND receive tax refunds
Forward to more scandals
Forward to more failures
Forward to more lies
Forward to more worshippin at the feet of this false idol
Forward to more Socialism

... the list of evil this man and his cronies have wrought upon America could go on all day ...

The unemployment has reached near Great Depression levels. So while some will tout the 8.1 percent as good news, the unemployment rate is actually closer to 11.5 percent. When you take into account those who have been forced to take part-time work because they cannot find full-time, the real unemployment rate is higher than 14.5 percent! Who would want more of that?! Oh, yeah, the Dear Leader and his band of self-righteous demons do. That's right.

And guess what, in the face of this daunting news, 'President' O'Blamo has chosen to double down on his tax and spend agenda. In February, he proposed a budget that would add another $11 trillion to the national debt and impose a $1.9 trillion tax increase on our already struggling economy. I pray that not a single member of Congress would vote for it when given the chance.

Well, all I got to say is Paul Harvey had it right in 1965. Please take the time to listen to this very short YouTube video [3.22 minutes] of his warning about someone just like the Dear Leader:

Paul Harvey, "If I Where The Devil"
And that's the rest of the story.

Have a blessed Sunday everyone, or at least, try to.

My World Is Finally Spinning In Greased Grooves

Well, after much delay, and weeks and weeks of (not so patient) waiting, my new set of wheels have arrived. It was a long haul to a community just outside of Atlanta but it was worth the wait.

The Bonney!

Another view

My Bonney joined the stable
with Hubby's "Guzzi" and our cafe racer.
So whadda y'all think? Ain't she purdy or what!?

I need to make a couple of changes before any long distance riding. The seat is an absolute torture rack, so, I plan to have this seat padded and reshaped by a reliable source close by. Also, it needs a set of risers installed to bring the handlebars back just a tad. After my neck surgery I'm very sensitive to back and neck pain. This happens with every motorcycle I've owned of late. One must do what one must do to make it comfortable. BUT I AM SO HAPPY to be wheelin' again!

Aw, yes, the world is now spinning in greased grooves. :)


Triumph Bonneville purchased from the good people at Freedom Powersports, Lawrenceville, Georgia USA.