Posts by Spudinator

    You aren’t too far away then. Quite a few of us in the southern region. Watch the Facebook page for rides and meets coming up.

    Thanks for the mention @MiM. @0DDJ0B you used the “0” number didn’t you?? Harder to bring you up that way. What part of DFW are you in. I am in a Midlothian but there are folks all over the metroplex. As @DKF Texas said the Facebook page is pretty busy. Let us know if we can help or if you have any questions. Welcome to this crazy group.

    @latts welcome aboard - fortunately or unfortunately we are sold out of 2018 calendars ... they went quick
    we are looking into a second print run but are expecting the price to increase to $30


    I can put you on a want to order list if you would like - I just need to know how many you would want to order if we can make it all happen

    @Ross I don’t know where I was but if you do a second print put me down for one.

    @Spudinator ... I am NOT for government oversight and I want the government to generally stay out of my life. But yes in deed... how do you do that. If folks remember as I do the oil companies driving up gas prices over $4/gal in GWBush times... even though they were making record profits they kept saying it wasn't them. BS. They have the country by the balls and can do what they want. Hell, I can't even change my diesel engine over to burn vegetable oil due to government regulations and they force you to have no other option but to buy overinflated gas and pay the state taxes on it. I can't even rent out a room in my home without issues and oversight.

    You are right. Government is what's f'd up this whole thing to begin with so how can we depend on them to fix it. You put all the government on our healthcare and our retirement and see those guys get on the stick to fix it for all. They've done a pretty good job for themselves. Politics was not suppose to be a career but that's what has happened.


    As far as your diesel (I have just done a delete on my 2011 F250) looks like your first problem is you live in NY. Beautiful city to visit and I can say honestly some of the nicest people I've met but government oversight is horrible. What is it now $14 a pack cigarettes and nothing more than a 16 oz drink at a fast food joint.


    I sold that $4 a gallon diesel because I was in the convenience store business and we didn't make it but you are right the oil companies made historic profits. People couldn't yell at them so they yelled at us. We were more dependent on foreign oil then than we are now so hopefully if things change in the Middle East it won't be quite so bad. I personally would be willing to pay $3-$4 a gallon if we only refined and sold domestic oil but that won't happen in my lifetime.


    We have too many problems and I have too little time left on this earth so I hope we educate our children enough to learn from the past and make a better future but that my friend is another total debate.

    How do you break down the whole medical insurance deal and rebuild?? I know several docs that have retired instead of fighting the insurance companies. There is not that much money left to be made anymore. It's stopping at the insurance companies and not trickling down. So you fix it by shaking it up. Like him or hate him that's what Trump is doing and you know if there was just another politician in the office of President it would be business as usual. I look forward to see what the next three years bring.

    Old Guy and a Bucket of Shrimp


    This is a wonderful story .You will be pleased that you
    read it, and I believe you will pass it on. It is an importantpiece of
    American history.


    It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when
    the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue
    ocean. Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier.
    Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of
    the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the
    sun is a golden bronze now.


    Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach.
    Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his
    bucket of shrimp.


    Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a
    thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward
    that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.


    Dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering
    and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As
    he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, 'Thank
    you. Thank you.'


    In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't
    leave. He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another
    time and place. When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward
    the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to
    the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way
    down to the end of the beach and on home.


    If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line
    in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say.
    Or, to onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird world,
    feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp. To the onlooker, rituals
    can look either very strange or very empty. They can seem altogether
    unimportant .... maybe even a lot of nonsense.


    Old folks often do strange things, at least in younger eyes.
    Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida ...
    That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.


    His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero in
    World War I, and then he was in WWII. On one of his flying missions across
    the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of
    the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.


    Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the
    rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most
    of all, they fought hunger and thirst. By the eighth day their rations ran
    out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one
    knew where they were or even if they were alive. Every day across America
    millions wondered and prayed that Eddie Rickenbacker might somehow be found
    alive.


    The men adrift needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a
    simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie
    leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged on. All
    he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft. Suddenly, Eddie
    felt something land on the top of his cap. It was a seagull!


    Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still,
    planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull,
    he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he
    and his starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for eight men.
    Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught fish, which
    gave them food and more bait . . . and the cycle continued. With that simple
    survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until
    they were found and rescued after 24 days at sea.


    Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he
    never forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull... And he never
    stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night, he would
    walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of
    gratitude.


    Reference:
    (Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm", pp..221, 225-226)


    PS: Eddie Rickenbacker was the founder of Eastern Airlines.
    Before WWI he was race car driver. In WWI he was a pilot and became America
    's first ace. In WWII he was an instructor and military adviser, and he flew
    missions with the combat pilots. Eddie Rickenbacker is a true American hero.
    And now you know another story about the trials and sacrifices that brave
    men have endured for your freedom.

    I don't know who wrote this but I agree.


    To the NFL players who took a knee during the playing of the National Anthem.


    So, you want to take a knee?


    Take a trip to Valley Forge in January. Hold a musket ball in your fingers and imagine it piercing your flesh and breaking a bone or two. There won't be a doctor or trainer to assist you until after the battle. Wait your turn while listening to the screams of pain from the wounded.
    Then take a knee.


    Go to Normandy where man after American man stormed the beach, dodging dead bodies and withering machine gun fire,...the very sea stained with American blood. Imagine that your fellow players are your dead brothers in arms.
    Then take a knee.


    Take a knee in the sweat soaked jungles of Vietnam. Over 60,000 Americans died in those jungles.There was no playbook or million dollar contracts for doing your job, but they understood what our flag represented. When they came home, they were protested by their fellow Americans.
    Then take a knee while they spit on you.


    Take another knee in the blood drenched sands of Fallujah in 110 degree heat..Trade in your pads for a Kevlar helmet and battle dress...You'll have to stay hydrated, but there won't be anyone to squirt Gatorade into your mouth. And watch out for those IEDs when you take a knee.


    There's a lot of places to take a knee. Americans have given their lives all over the world. When you use the banner under which they fought as a source for your protest, you dishonor the memories of those who bled for the very freedoms you have. That's what the red stripes mean. It represents the blood of those who spilled it defending your liberty.


    So while you're on your knee, pray for those that came before you, not on manicured fields striped and printed with numbers to announce every inch of game yardage...but on nameless hills and bloodied beaches and sweltering forests and bitter cold mountains...every inch marked by an American life lost serving that flag you protest.


    No cheerleaders, no announcers, no coaches, no fans...just American men and women on the land, air, and sea, delivering the real fight against those who chose to harm us..so you would have the opportunity to dishonor their service by "taking a knee."


    You have no clue what it took to get you where you are...but your "protest" is duly noted. Not only is it disgraceful to a nation, it points to your ingratitude for those who chose to defend you under that banner that will still wave long after your stats and game jersey are forgotten...


    If you really feel the need to take a knee, come with me to church on Sunday and we'll both kneel before Almighty God. We'll thank Him for preserving this country for as long as He has. We'll beg forgiveness for both of our ingratitude for all He has provided us. We'll appeal to Him for understanding and wisdom. We'll pray for liberty and justice for all...because He is the one who provides those things.


    But no protesting allowed. There will only be gratitude for His provision and a plea for His continued grace and mercy on the land of the free and the home of the brave.


    May He continue to bless America, the ignorant and selfish sinners we all are. What an incredible gift He has given us!