Friday, January 8, 2016

Rod's Reflections for the Entire Year of 2016


I would seem remiss if I did not continue my collection of cogitative reflections as at any moment, something could play across my mind.  It took until the 8th day of the new year to tranquilize enough thoughts important enough for me to place in a collective format that I might enjoy reading in some distant place at some given time.  After all, I think my "reflections" for 2015 actually ended with my last post on December 2nd, as nothing really "bookmarked" in my head the rest of the year.  And at my age, what good does staying up until midnight really do for me except bite into my personal sleep time?  So let me see how this year goes.  I'll try to encourage myself to write these postscripts of sorts to myself as this year progresses...  After all, I will be 65 in just a scant few days and it may not be many days longer until I may need to read something to remind myself  that some of the things I may have written down, actually happened.  In the Month of May, I realized my blogging collection was slowing way down, so I changed the name to Rod's Reflections for the Entire Year of 2016.   P.S.  It Starts with the Month of January...  Scroll to the bottom for the most recent post.  It isn't that far down.   

January 2016

          I am guilty of surfing the pages of Facebook on a regular basis.  I have been known to run across things that leave a serious impression on me. This is the month I am to began the 6th year of my 7th decade as an American.  Having reached this age, I have personally witnessed, as well as experienced, the slow decline of this once great America which we are no longer.  I could share hours on this subject and touch on the "so many" why's but let us remember it was our parents that allowed someone elected on their behalf to kick God out of our school systems.  The family structure soon followed as more children were born to unwed mothers than those that were married.  And the Church?  The majority of them supported these unwed mothers with showers and blessings.  So slipped the third institution instrumental in my early development. 

          Oh yeah, that continued with my generation's approval too.  I cannot just blame my parents now. They may have allowed Satan himself into every home in this country as a television set but it was us Baby Boomers that embraced it and set it up as a roll model for our children!

          So as I fast forward through memories of the Spring, Summer and Fall of my life, I can sit with a handful of collected wisdom in the Winter of my life and understand why we have become who we are today.  Think about this, Chris Kyle is called a racist murderer after saving the lives of countless warriors that wore our country's flag, yet in the same breath, these progressives call Bowe Bergdahl a hero! Speaking of that flag, remember the debate that swept our country about our colors being worn as a swim suit, shirt or improperly displayed, while it was perfectly "okay" for anyone to burn and trample on these colors in protest of what exactly?  Some of you may remember my July 4, 2015 post of the American Flag Shirt I purchased and wore that day.  Was it un-american for me to do that?  Find the post and read it. And so the question about this photograph is being passed around today as un-american.  Here is the picture and here is my response:



           This photograph is absolutely, profoundly, solid American. That child will know one day how fortunate he/she is to have been born American and to be wrapped in the colors the world emulates with the Field of Honor surrounding the baby's head.  This baby, our future and the world's hope, is being supported in the representative arms of every person that shed their blood for our freedom.  This Marine's promise to this child's tomorrow speaks loudly, "I am the sword that stands in harms way for you!" What greater love??  That is the America I grew up in.  People that would give their today for my tomorrow. 

Posted January 8 from my afternoon home




FEBRUARY

          A bright Wednesday morning. The center of our solar system remains constant as my side off the earth turns her face to this source of life. Rotating on her axis ever so slightly, yet consistently, each day gives us more light which stimulates the daffodil to come forth and promise us Spring. Already the Tulip Magnolia's have displayed their soft blooms so often covered in fading seasonal frost. I ponder life often times. The fragility of such balanced with time. I look at my river and see change. Consistent as the stars we exist in yet different still. Close enough to touch yet still far enough to remain who she really is. A part of life. Giving only what is needed and sometimes desired. You know, that balance of need and want we as humans always battle? Yet her own identifying message. I too am consistent. Silent, constantly moving, deep and very cold. Maybe that is why I spend less time here beside her most mornings. There is change. In both of us actually. At least in our passing we know each other are safe and content inside of our designed universe.

Posted February 10 at 0645 from beside the Red River




          Well folkses, my heart almost stopped this morning and that sick nauseating feeling of revulsion overtook me. As I was taking my 15-year-old granddaughter to high school this morning, we stopped at McDonald's for a quick before school snack. She selects a single hash brown and a caramel cold coffee latte (?) and we are again off to the re-learning camp.  As this short trip unfolded, I thought I would ask her a question. Baby, if you could vote today, who would you vote for. Immediately she hits me with three names. Bernie Sanders, Trump and Cruz.  I remained calm and encouraged her on. She didn't say much about Trump, Cruz or any other candidate,  but she did tell me if she had to vote today, it would be for Bernie Sanders. I did well keeping my composure and actually kept my car in the correct lane of travel when I asked why, and listened for her reason. Sanders will give me a free college education which will allow me to make a lot of money and he said, he would take care of our veterans. We pull up to school and I have managed to maintain my composure.  No melt down.  I ask her how much is a lot of money? $10,000 a year, she said. I felt a heart beat of hope but then realized she had no concept of what "how much" really was or maybe, just maybe, this institute of higher learning or re-education center had already conditioned her into this "sharing the wealth" mentality. So, as she prepared to get out of the car, I asked her to look at three things and get back with me. Capitalism, socialism and communism. As a quick reminder, I sent her off with this thought. Capitalism gives you the chance to make $50,000 a year (a number I picked much higher than her anticipated $10k) while you give five of your friends a $10,000 dollar a year job. Socialism allows you to keep $5,000 of your $10,000 and gives the other to your friends enabling them to stay home and watch TV or play video games, whatever they chose while you work. Communism on the other hand,  takes all of your money and gives you what you need to get by, like housing, public transportation and food. I asked her to look into that and she said, "Okay, Poppy," and got out of the car. I'm still sick to my stomach.  And yes.  This is happening on my watch.  Like waiting for someone to die so they can move in with their momma...  

Posted February16 from my morning office




MARCH

          And February faded with this years 29th day as did the entire month of March.  I was reminded I had a few days remaining to share my thoughts with my blog, yet nothing seemed to move me into that moment.  Maybe the days of the blog and short stories taps its fingers in discernment as the sun sets on the season I enjoyed so much?  Who holds that key?  So many things to say and share.  Who am I?  Does anyone really know?  I often wonder if I know who I am.




APRIL


          Sometime tomorrow our new stainless fridge will take the place of its predecessor that existed in that spot for 18 years +\-. What surprised me was that Linda managed to paint the wall red when we repainted that area 4 years ago! 18 years... Linda found stuff in that thing we had to specially package and send as hazardous waste to the Center for Disease Control just to see if the contents could be disposed of in a proper landfill. Imagine that. Oh well. We haven't killed a grandkid yet and most of them that have blessed this house found the good stuff to munch on at the bottom of that refrigerator as it watched them grow up and me grow older.

Posted April 17 from my afternoon home




          What a beautiful Sunday evening. I am sitting on my patio under a comfortable, overcast, post sunset as a light breeze teases the tender new leaves of the large red oak beside my house. A Whip-O-Will sings her familiar melody across the pipeline as another three pounds of Cajun shrimp comforts my hunger. The amphibian choral ensemble picks up its performance as a momentary break in the overcast sky gives me a glimpse of a beautiful waxing gibbous moon as Jupiter smiled at me over her right shoulder. What could be a more settling definition for contentment?

Posted April 17 from my evening Patio




MAY

          Today was just another Friday. I had made my mail pick up for city hall and had returned to my code enforcement unit to spot check a few places that I had addressed earlier in the week. As I proceeded down our typically normal city streets, I slowed somewhat as I observed an older couple (remember i'm 65) stopped on a sidewalk adjacent the street I was driving. The elderly gentleman was supporting himself on two of those older metal crutches that you slip your hands through before gripping the handle while the crutches then form a solid embrace around your forearms giving you stability. For some reason I focused on the aluminum frame wraped around his left forearm as his short sleeved shirt and overalls clad back was to me. Kneeling before him with one, possibly both of her knees on the hard sidewalk was an equally aged woman, I assumed was his wife of many years. I noticed her long dress and grey hair as the picture of both of them froze in my mind. His head was bowed as if in prayer as he was looking down at his helper. Helpless was he, yet able she was as she knelt before him to simply tie a shoe lace... As quickly as I saw them I had passed them as I turned at the next intersection continuing my purpose. Yet here I sit in my late afternoon home with a picture of that moment in time still plesantly dancing in my mind. As I continue to polish this picture in my mind, the words, He gave him a helper continued to echo in my mind, so just a few minutes ago, I googled it. This is what I found in the book of Genesis. God said, "It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him." How much more could that picture frozen in my mind be more perfectly defined. I don't reckon any Friday is just another Friday if you just allow yourself to see the picture... Yes... They are all around us...

Posted May 20 from my evening Home



 JUNE


         Look close. I am a generous man. This is nothing more than the remaining bone of my supper time pork chop. I deliberately stirred up a thriving red ant bed in my back yard as I dropped it onto their mounded dwelling in the midst of my St Augustine grass as I left for choir practice around 1740 this afternoon. As I settled on my patio to take in the sounds of a once blistering and now fading day around to 2010 hour, I checked to see if my generous "manna" was appreciated. Enlarge and look closely. The ants are in a glutinous stupor and I realized this has to be a Christian colony. Those certainly ain't Muslim ants on dat poke chop!



I simply could not help this post.  Tomorrow morning, I will go out there and urinate on their fattened, gloated asses and kill off their queen with my excess uric acid and not lose a moments rest. How dare any of their kind bite any human in their indifference, especially my innocent grand children!  They must know I am superior for this time being even knowing at some distant time their species will feast on what remains of my earthly temple.  Again they will know I am superior remembering my moments of kindness yet once again realizing that as they feast upon my carrion, the embalming fluid that remains, will add thousands more of their numbers to the darkened depths they fed only to return to dust with what is left to time.

Posted June 29 from my afternoon home.




JULY

          So with the meeting between Bill and Loretta, I was not as surprised as I was disgusted when Comey came out and said the FBI was not going to prosecute Hilliary.  So, despite the fact that she did have several violations of federal law against her along with numerous misleading statements we as the conservative public recognize as lying and Comey recognized as perjury, she walks away unscathed and accepted by the liberal public as the rightful aire to the presidency. Well folkses,  Heah be da deal. Me thinks everything and I mean EVERYTHING has already been set into motion  to guarantee a Hilliary transition into the white house.  Barry has violated the constitution and smothered us with executive orders his entire stay in office all of which will expedite this transition as not one voice of opposition was raised by those the majority of us elected to do just that!  Now, here is my prediction.  What you won't see, if by honest chance Donald Trump wins the election, is his transition into the white house. Federal agencies, if you have not been paying attention, from homeland through the Hoover group to include the already tested BLM are prepared to enforce a total sweep toward a new USSA or United Socialist States of America.  Okay, you're all ready to laugh and dismiss me to a total right wing nut case.  Go ahead, but despite the secular left leaning media's attempt to feed all of us the propaganda this administration wants us to hear, some things are placed on our plates that we just ignore.  Such as the fact that all General Officers of our armed forces that we expected would defend the Constitution of the United States against enemies foreign and domestic have been fired or retired. Every thing is in place. If you feel slightly bruised from this "slap?" You wait. Hilliary, if she absolutely has to,  will mark her time if the Republicans keep the house and senate in this coming November election. Give her two years, and the life we have all known will be all hers to do what she wishes as she has already publically said she would appoint a disbarred lawyer to the Supreme Court!  Remember his name?  Barack Hussein Obama?   Do not forget now, Donald Trump has already revealed to us the TRUE COLORS of the Senate and House Republicans as some of these elites have openly endorsed Hilliary.  We have heard conservative pundits refer to these Republican lifers as RINO's and without doubt,  will join forces with the Progressive Democrat Party to become an elite sort of politburo as they have already sold their soul to gain the world.

          So here is my conclusion?  If Trump wins, the oppression will begin immediately.  Black Lives Matter, active LGBT groups, Islamic terrorist cells or ISIS radicals, millennial activist on college campuses all over this country will start the riot, loot and burn routine and Barry will simply put this country under Marshal Law.  I didn't even mention major cities that are controlled by gangs, did I? Anyway, when this happens, our president will not have to step down from the presidency.  You see, ole  Barry ain't giving the white house to no one but Hilliary.  Now, if  Hillairy wins, and according to the media she will, we will slowly be stripped of our freedoms over the next two to four years.  Israel will all but be forgotten and without the help of the United States will find her hands full with every muslim country in the middle east.  In the 21 Century you will see Ahab and Jezebel and the prophets of baal all over again folkses,.  Now maybe those fatalist amongst us will say it is time for our Lord to return and He will put a stop to this.  Two quick points here from a non-biblical scholar.  No one knows the time of His return and secondly, our God's time table has a whole bunch to do with his chosen people, Israel.  In the meantime imagine the appointed successor of Hilliary and Bill?  None other that Chelsea Hubble Clinton her majesty.  Well, maybe the last is a little far reaching but I suspect it is time for people to start dying unexpectedly from suicides, plane crashes, car accidents or armed robberies... I mean seriously, haven't we seen this already with these two?  Absolutely.  They are above the law of this once Godly country.  

          One parting thought.  The last time I ever saw this country this divided was Professor History's account of our Civil War.  Both the Union North and Confederate South believed that Jehovah God was on their side.  This was what President Lincoln was responding to, when asked, "Mr. President, do you believe that God is on your side?"  And his response to the reporter was historic.  "Sir, my concern is not whether God is on our side; my greatest concern is to be on God's side, for God is always right."  With that said, the division that exist in this country now is not questionable.  There are the people of God and the Godless.  Oh, and by the way, I did not misspell Hilliary.  The word liar truly applies to this person and name. 

Posted on my Blog Only, July 6, 2016




          A friend of mine posted an email she received from her brother a few days back and I was disappointed that I could not "share" the contents on my wall. I asked if she could email the contents and she agreed. This is part of a sermon I believe that the Reverand Franklin Graham delivered at somepoint central to this existing time and I felt like sharing with the few people that still had my newsfeed posting on their wall. So much truth. This time from a biblical scholar. What think ye?
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the water twice, because
the flow that has passed will never pass again.

           Franklin Graham was speaking at the First Baptist
Church in Jacksonville, Florida in January, 2015, when he said America
will not come back.  He wrote: The American dream ended on November 6th, 2012 in
Ohio. The second term of Barack Obama has been the final nail in the coffin for the legacy of the white Christian males who discovered, explored, pioneered, settled and developed the greatest republic in the history of mankind.

          A coalition of blacks, Latinos, feminists, gays, government workers, union members, environmental extremists, the media, Hollywood, uninformed young people, the "forever needy," the chronically unemployed, illegal aliens and other "fellow travelers" have ended Norman Rockwell's America. You will never again out-vote these people. It will take individual acts of defiance and massive displays of civil disobedience to get back the rights we have allowed them to take away. It will take zealots, not moderates and shy, not reach-across-the-aisle RINOs to right this ship and restore our beloved country to its former status.

           People like me are completely politically irrelevant, and I will probably never again be able to legally comment on or concern myself with the aforementioned coalition which has surrendered
our culture, our heritage and our traditions without a shot being fired.  The cocker spaniel is off the front porch, the pit bull is in the backyard.   The American Constitution has been replaced with
Saul Alinsky's "Rules for Radicals" and the likes of Chicago shyster David Axelrod along with international socialist George Soros have been pulling the strings on their beige puppet and have brought us Act 2 of the New World Order.

           The curtain will come down but the damage has been done, the   story has been told. Those who come after us will once again have to risk their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor
to bring back the Republic that this generation has timidly frittered away due to white guilt and political correctness...

           If you have the forsight to pass this on, please do. If not, I understand. We were not willing to risk our lives to save what the prayers of God fearing me asked for and received from an Almighty Creator.  I am not talking about you. I am talking about us.   Collectively.   Like Reverend Graham said in his last paragraph. It will be those who come after our time has gone, that will once again, have to risk their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor to bring back the Republic that this generation has timidly frittered away due to white guild and political correctness..

Just saying.

Posted July 20 from my home




          Tremendously disappointed in Cruz. He was in my top four from the very beginning.. I understand the disgusting joust of political positioning and feel that any canidate that seeks the office of president should be able to rise above the garbage after it is dumped and move on. He folded. He redefined everything I had hoped he was and still could have been in his defeat. Ted Cruz has proven he was in and is still in this political position for personal gain. Not as a representative of you and I, but himself. He has defined himself as the RINO he has always been and is now positioning himself to be part of the progressive democratic and RINO elements of both the house and senate that very easily could become the ruling politburo under the continued presidency of Obama if Trump wins outright, or if Hilliary wins and dismantles the Constitu;tion of the United States as she has promised to do. Continued presidency of Obama? Yes. If Trump wins, regardless of by how much or how little, this country is going to explode from coast to coast and he will declare marshal law. And we just saw Mr. Cruz position himself to be among the ruling socialist as all of thiis unfolds before us.

Posted July 23 from my afternoon home




           Facebook is teasing me with a new bio feed update window.  I actually thought I would engage their request and typed away. After compiling what I thought to be a different twist to my personality, I found that I could not update the "new bio," so I copied it onto here. So here is what my new bio would read had the "add a new bio," allowed me to print:

           Sitting at my kitchen breakfast bar on the last day of July, I find myself  one of many seasoned senior citizen's of a once great, but rapidly declining country. Like many of us, I have allowed my lips to remain silent and my actions civil while at the same time, being led a very long way from where I actually belonged.  See, in my heart I saw what was happening, but to keep peace like law abiding citizens do, I found myself adjusting to changing social mores that grated against my moral boundaries.  So now, when I am forced to drink the cool-aide, I am positive I will resist to the best of my physical abilities and transform back into the mold I came from. I am a white Christian male who sins but knows that Christ is my intercessor with Jehovah. I was born and raised in the solid south  where I learned that a firearm was part of my heritage! I proudly became a Democrat when I turned 18 the same day I registered for the draft.  Thanks to old Jimmy Carter, I became a Republican in 1973 when I returned to Louisiana as a US Army veteran. As of this posting, I have seriously considered becoming part of the conservative Independent Party because the 2016 Presidential contest opened my eyes helping me to realize my treasured Republican party has begun to sip the cool-aide of progressiveness and is no longer as conservative as it once was! So who am I then? Well, it appears I fit my own governments definition of a domestic terrorist. Go figure.

Posted July 31, from my late evening home




AUGUST

          The dog days of August struggled through its designated time on the calendar.  Uncomfortable heat, humid afternoons accented with accumulating heat cells that could drop two inches of rain in 15 minutes and be gone.  As with last month, I did not hear the first song from my Mockingbird.  I guess like me they sought the solace of cooler places and saved their energy for gathering food.  I do miss their comfort in song during these testing days knowing they are still present as they reveal themselves to me occasionally as the move across my visual.  The too know the fall equinox cometh.   As for me?  There was nothing of significance to share except for that stupid Sciatic Nerve Viper that bit me.  Oh my word.  Maybe shingles would be more tolerable??  Oh yeah, forgot.  I had that vaccination.  Besides,  I an the only one that reads this anyway. 





SEPTEMBER

          Birthday wish to my niece, Tracy Borden Whitaker in Kansas.  My dearest Tracy. Life, like time, moves forward. Nothing makes it go faster, while at the same time, the same Source that controls the day and night, never slows it down. Not so true in the hearts, mind and life of His most treasured creations. As children, it took, it seemed, a lifetime for Christmas to ever get here. We could not wait to be in the first grade, 6th grade, a teen ager, get our drivers licenses and what ever else we wanted. Just took so long for us and we were so impatient for things to happen, we wished our life away. Now here we are. Let's just you and I say, at this age in our life. Isn't it amazing now that we have wished our life away how everything comes and goes so fast now. Wasn't it just yesterday we were still in the spring of our life?   Wasn't it just yesterday we looked forward to Thanksgiving dinner at Maw Maw and Pap Paws house? Wasn't it just yesterday I actually had this birthday, yet it was a year ago? Who is this person I am looking at in this mirror? Where has time gone now that it is moving so fast? I reckon you need to let me know when you figure it out. Being the 20 some years ahead of you, I have more or less accepted the fast pace life has taken. In fact, I became so consumed in living it I overlook simple things like a birthday. Like I did yours. Well, I didn't overlook it, I just did not take the time to post on your timeline a simple, Happy Birthday, Tracy... Why? I was busy and that time evaporated so quickly. Thought of you now... But we always "think" of others... Thinking of others gives you and I a peace in our head and it helps "resolve" our intentions of communication. Doesn't do a thing for the person we were thinking about though, does it? So, with having said all of that, allow me to tell you Happy Birthday for all of those I actually missed and especially for the one I just missed last year and yesterday. I love you, sweet niece and despite time vacating a void within us and between so many we think about, never doubt that I love you. I doubt not your love for me as well. After all, we are family. For a short time here, which is just an eye blink between the two eternities we are currently existing in. Go figures. Wipe the tears and smile. There is still life to live!

 And of course, her beautiful response.

          What a sweet and thoughtful birthday sentiment. I thank you, love you, and appreciate you and your taking the time to read this. Wipe my tears? Well.. I haven't been crying much lately and I have "thought" of you. (lol!) Yes, it's all going by too fast so there is nothing left to do but hurry up and live it. Right? I had a great birthday. About 4 days of joy, then a real life struggle reared its ugly head again. Thank God it will pass fast too. Though the rough times seem to stand still, there is an advantage to the ticking clock with hands that only more forward. The sad and bad stuff will be over soon enough as the good. Always remember that part. I love you, Uncle Rod. Love, Tracy

Posted September14 from my early morning office




OCTOBER



NOVEMBER

          Has been a while since I've sat by my rivers edge in the predawn hours of a new day. A firm wind from the south extends the highlighted colors of America's iconic symbol, reminding me of the very reason we should celebrate thanksgiving everyday. It was just this past July conservative voices of all spiritual denominations across this country lifted our voices in a unison plea for Jehovah God to hold true to his written word. "If my people, who are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land."   It was around the 4th of July that this verse from God's Holy Word was lifted to Him in a plea from all of us to help save this country from the coming election a short four (4) months away.  Sides have never been more politically divided along party lines since State Rights plunged brother against brother in the Civil War.  This time is was not slavery, taxation or anything else that could or would divide us.  This time it boiled down to Conservatism vs Liberalism;  Capitalism vs Socialism; Republican vs Progressive Democrat; Black vs Asian vs Hispanic vs White; Christian vs Agnostic vs Islam.  And yes, for awhile most of us "humbled ourselves"  and "prayed" while we "sought His face," for a while...  As I pondered this verse over and over in my mind on this windy morning, my river simply confirmed in this early morning hour that if Our God did in fact hear our prayers as evidenced by so many of us that gloat on the outcome of the political landscape today, then it is OUR turn.  We must Turn From Our Wicked Ways! If you humbled yourself and prayed to Our God while seeking His face, then it is YOUR turn to do exactly that.  How Stand ye on His request of us/you?

Posted November 28 from my early morning River.




DECEMBER









Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Rod's Reflections for December 2015

December 2015


          It was a dream. One of those kind that wake you up and send you to the bathroom during the waning hours of any given morning. By the time I had finished my early morning void and I returned to move my favorite feline out of what remained of my vacated warm spot, the dream had already left my slow functioning mind. I slide in on my right side, placed my left leg over my body pillow and burrowed my shaved head into my pillow. Yes, yes... Paradise, as I pull the covers over my chilled shoulders to help restore that perfect balance of body temperature conducive to productive sleep. Just seconds before I yield to the demands of another paradoxical sleep, I feel my domesticated, Russian Blue, little gray stray curl up in the small of my back as close to me as she can so she too might enjoy that peaceful rest before I stir once again. The dream I left was somehow placed on pause! It started right where it left off as the sandman dusted me into the first stages rapid eye movement.  Now, who in this realm of cognizant reasoning ever dreams of surfing facebook besides me?  Yet that is where I found myself, arrowing down through pages of "news feeds" from who, what, when and where ever!  A comforting repose began as I fell deeper into my trance like sleep. "Rod, have you noticed that your lasting wish has come through for you?" Pausing my declining consciousness as if to ponder the question posed by this unknown source, another thought process was revealed. "Of the pages you have surfed, have you noticed that not one time have you seen the face of your narcissistic president berating gun control or climate change or any other topic to further divide us as a people?  Please take notice that I have spared you from the visual pain of those exacerbated expressions captured and posted on every other news feed for you to become more agitated with of the lefts favorite Miss Daisy as she spins her crime wave to gain the White house!"  Now just how many times has it crossed my mind, how wonderful it would be if I could simply scroll through my news feeds and enjoy friend and family activities along with positive news feeds from the collections of my "liked" pages without being exposed to the disgusting faces and propaganda regurgitation's of the progressive left!! Please tell me I am not the only person that feels this way?  I am sick of the promised booty the election of either of the progressives left's candidates offer, but mostly the disgusting embrace by the secular news media that paints them in a positive aura of continued change.  The big rub with me? The illiterate among us on both sides of the fence that believe this dramaturgical bull feces and think there is money abundant to do this!!  Another reason I shave my head.  No hair to pull out.  Why stop there. Let us visualize the scowl of our ever so popular First Lady now that she finally likes America.  Why the attitude?  Because all children, red, yellow, black and white despises the dog food lunches forced upon them while her children have the very best in school lunches.  Fast forward the profound intelligent excerpts from the left coast's favorite former House Leader, "We have to pass the bill to see what is in it!"  As the Queen of the West remains more and more silent the DNC highlighted yet another socialist progressive as the dryed and fried photos of Wasser name Shultz causes more acid secretions in my stomach that LIMU could possibly control!   Again that calming source of resolve regained control of my mind with a sense of comfort reminding me to "Relax, not one of these nightmares will appear again.  You will see them not!" It was here that true rest overtook me.  

          The dream subsided as did I until my preset alarm awakened my purpose. As 5am turned into 7am, my work computer came to life. Email review, newly added members to my spam club and a visit to my news source, Facebook!  There I find my favorite Arms Dealer had already engaged in what was quickly substantiated in my mind, that being the false truths of dreams!  It was just a dream.  And now the nightmare returns.   Nothing could be further from the truth than my face staring at the faces of every one of our most highly regarded leaders of this diminishing free nation. Discombobulated stress symptoms began boiling deep within the depths of my conservative foundations. It is here I always find resolve in the fact that no one is chosen for leadership unless He allows it. Yes... But didn't He allow this once before when the people demanded a King?  Oh yes... Professor History has spoken clearly of this.  Oh, my soul.  I left out John "Catsup" Kerry... Enough!! There is peace in rest.  Let me take my cat and see what REM sleep surprises me with tonight.

Posted December 1 from my late evening home.




          I would like to share with those of you that wrestle constantly with weight and diabetes, that I went to the donut shop today. Yes, the infamous Harlow's Donut Shop! I was sent by two very demanding front office ladies who desired the sweetness of donut holes to help stimulate their interaction with the general public. As I entered the door of this frequented establishment, temptation consumed my soul. I felt control undress me as my eyes fell upon the display of sugar glazed and baked dough and I yearned to break my vows of gluttony to partake in the very source of my needed addiction. I tore away with four donuts safely secured in two small bags praying I could reach the drive thru water payment window to deliver this tasty delicacy before my desire for the contents consumed them. With shaking hands I put both bags into the slide out tray and felt the temptation along with the evils of gluttony slip from me. Driving away I was proud I had resisted the temptation to partake in my desired fix of four donuts, two cream filled eclair's and that big apple fritter that spikes my blood sugar at 600? I don't know really, just how high it goes because I don't want to know. I can tell you this, as I sit here typing my achievement of the day, my stomach churns in hungered angst and I just sneezed twice to dispel the DT symptoms. I'm doing ok right now but I still have to drive by that source of temptation several times a day.

Posted December 2





Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Rod's Reflections for November 2015

November

          Welcome to November.  Just as I figured, my day is starting off a little on the attitudinal side.  I kind of thought it would, because I once again woke up to drizzle and another heavy overcast day. My first collected thoughts of this new day were my last evening's concerns about this five star administration's revelations to the American Public that there would be "boots on the ground" in Syria.  Oh really?   Only those that hold me close in their hearts and prayers understand the reason why this concerns me so greatly.  Despite my heavy concerns at the day's beginning, I ease into McDonald's, noticing a sign on the door of "employment opportunities available for every shift." Rounding the corner, I am greeted by brand new faces never before encountered, along with my regular morning greeter of the last five years or so, who on this particular morning found herself biding time in the drive through window.  As I approached the counter, I acknowledged them all and noticed a slight smile as my normal greeter slightly shook her head and turned away to avoid seeing what I was about to experience.  Engaged in meeting and taking the orders from groggy, early morning customers both new and old to the local McDonald's, was the new progressive black lives matter charter members that engaged me on this particular morning.  Almost immediately, it became obvious they must have been on a power high as the one on the register could not touch the right buttons despite the corrective advice offered by her companion counter aide in a rather loud exchange of culturally slain use of the English language.  Eventually, the team leader realized the only corrective action that could be made was from the assistance of the assistant manager's register key whom had to be summoned from the rear of the store.  Once reset, the young manager slipped off to regain composure in her hiding place and another attempt at my order was made with the announcement, "go head wit yo awduh."  "Egg Mcfu..., I mean Egg McMuffin with Sausage and a senior coffee," I stated.  As she punched in the order, I was told it was $2.08.  I looked at her and politely said, "that is incorrect, my order should be $4.00 and some odd cents. She looked at me and said in her natural dialect, "you be sait a mcgriddle and coffee," and before I could open my mouth her capable assistant piped in with her loud 3rd Street dialect, once again bastardizing the English Language!  I had reached my saturation point!  You know, that mindset that exceeds the expectations of one's medication??  Just like the first attempt, I stood there listening to the early morning bullshit while the assistant manager was again summoned to reset the register as I turned my back and silently cursed at my morning's misfortunes.  The proper order was finally placed, as both the team leader and counter assistant managed to properly enter my request and the correct price displayed across the pay screen.  I paid by card, thankful change did not have to be made and as I walked out, I heard the all to familiar smoker's hack of my regular morning greeter as without looking, I could visualize her burying her face in her armpit as an attempt to keep that nasty crap in her chest from splattering across handled food.  Once settled in my car to leave, I disgustedly wondered why the hell did I bother to come into this place as often as I did when a granola bar would have been better for me in the first place.  Trust me folks, this is the revised version of the original post I only shared with a few of my good friends originally written on the 2nd day of this new month.

Posted November 4 from my early morning home




          Folkses, I have always held firm in my belief that the first candidate in any local, State or National election to "go negative" against their opponent would be the very candidate I voted against! The closer to election time we draw, two things are becoming crystal clear. The campaign that smears the most is the campaign that noticeably shifts to the center and blatantly lies about who they are, what they believe in their heart and who they actually really represent.  Politics at its very best?  Well absolutely. Because here is what the users of dirt know so well.  On both sides are the culturally "illiterate" crowd that only believes what they hear and see on television and radio ad's.  Their social media sources have been dumb downed to their personal level of understanding as not to cause unwanted stress by finding out the truth of who should truly be called into the service of the electorate.  Obviously the message of the touter is ringing louder as special interest, Unions and National Party money stains the airways of our beloved Louisiana.  So when the message these people actually digested comes to pass and the colors of the winner are elegantly displayed in more "changes" suitable to the onslaught of the socialist agenda we have witnessed in our Nations Capitol, I will still be here shaking my head at the ignorant amongst us hoping Social Security doesn't disappear before I do.  

Posted November 17 from my afternoon home




          Sunray's breach the trees behind me bathing the raised support structures of my drawbridge in her non filtered light. My river clips along in her swirled demeanor as tendrils of soft condensation dissipate from her warmer waters into the chilled 30° air of this fall's first frost. We must wait through another two days and what is left of this beautiful developing Monday before we celebrate the giving of thanks recognized as a national holiday. As Meggie walked across my chest this morning and tickled my face with her whiskers, I sat up on the side of my bed and gave thanks for being allowed to participate in the coming day. A white Egret softly glides through the light foggy pillars from the rivers surface, flairs effortlessly to a standing halt on the edge of a sandbar just below me waiting confidently for breakfast. Thanksgiving. Precious Lord, allow me to acknowledge what I already have before I ask for more.

Posted November 23 from my river

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Rod's Reflections for October 2015

October 2015

          The awakening of dawn, I have defined it in so many ways before, but today, absent of carefully selected words that might stimulate the human mind into focused thought, it is still a defining moment to sit silently in and just behold.  Everything I have ever mentioned in years past is still present here at my favorite spot on my river.  The sounds that accompany the awakening of a new day along with the visual perception of those moments in time that you see highlighted in my profile picture comes alive in real time. What I actually noticed different this morning, in a seasonal sense of presence, is the crisp, 52° embrace of the season.  And just to make me smile, I have Mockingbird in stereo, from both sides of the river.

Posted October 14 from my morning river




          Walked out this morning to this October's most beautiful harvest moon, accented with two of the brightest planets in the morning sky, Venus and Jupiter.  I have not seen the fresh clarity of the visual limits of our solar system for several days and have shared with friends it is way too early for Seasonal Affective Disorder to start painting pictures of despair in my mind. But a new day dawns on my river's edge as she shimmers in her predawn run.  My Red, White and Blue Memorial Flag is being teased by a gentle northern breeze and my gray shaded Passerine solos me from across the peaceful divide of sister cities. Somewhere soon a cold front will finish the desiccation of faded leaves as each passing day moves us closer to winter's solstice. Let us embrace what is most beautiful of each passing day and gleen wisdom from the unpleasant lessons we encounter along this journey. Let us hasten this morning to our assigned responsibilities as this harvest moon glides steadily to her northwestern moonset announcing the dawning of this, a new day.

Posted October 28 from my morning river 

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Rod's Reflections for September 2015

September 2015

          Here I find myself in the middle of the third week of September, 22 days since my last post in August.  I know time has passed and I was able to spend quality time on the North Shore of Pontchartrain over the long Labor Day weekend, yet my mind sits void.  I have not felt encouraged to reflect collected thoughts with the few that do occasionally cross my blog.  Why the void?  Why the silence? I just don't know, actually.  Maybe the season(s) of blog building and thought collections finds its pause, like myself, in the early winter months of life.  I suppose I should prepare my own defined island to better secure me.  Help me to accept what is real and count my blessings.  After all, everything I have accomplished is nothing more than carbon prints of myself.  Damn...  What a mess.  Hang on, now.  Let me pause and look back?   Maybe.  Just Maybe.  

Posted September 16 from my evening home 




         Obviously, as I reflect upon this pictures posed question,
maybe I did not turn out as fine as I could have. I can't help it because I'm white.  Had absolutely nothing in the world to do with that but I have managed the best I could in a progressive leaning society. However, because of this thing pictured, I must confess to the three or four people that read my blog that I have killed unlimited thousands of Indians, German and Japanese soldiers. I hang my head in shame knowing there are countless other outlaw rustlers and bank robbers that fell victim to the same fate as a result of my uncontrolled childhood behavior(s) attributed to the pictured menace you see attached! It helped brainwash my desire to join and become part of the greatest Army in the World where my National Defense Service Medal is adorned with a Star!  After departing military service on my initial enlistment, my flair for abnormal behavior intensified as I attended a Liberal Arts Institute of Advanced studies known as a University.  It was here my abnormal thoughts actually became worse.  That great Army or Green Machine I was so proud to be a part of was stripped to nothing by a peanut president so the monies once used to protect this great nation could now be used to expand social spending which almost ruined this country.  As a result, I found myself giving up my "solid south" democrat voting rights and became a registered republican! See? All of this because of a pictured toy for me to be left alone to fantasize about killing people without compassion with grape cool aide stains on my lips!  Did I mention these things were given me by uncaring parents that dented my ass almost weekly as to help mold my radical behavior while destroying my self-esteem? So as I ponder this picture and reflect on my childhood years playing with this despicable toy, I somehow found Jesus as my personal savior. Seemed like I needed Him more than he needed me as I became part of the law enforcement community that spanned many years!!! So you see, as I aged, I became more and more of a social outcast. I still have a piece of paper at the local court house that says I am a registered republican, only because there is no box I can check that says I am that dreaded conservative so despised by the educated academia types! Please forgive me for being so dismantled. To this very day, I carry concealed because of my insecurities and even felt the urge to share with others why they should as well, if they desire, as a certified instructor with some National organization that built an Association around a Rifle.  It matters not your perception of the question posed.  I reckon I am fine, and I proudly associate myself with that group of people that proclaim "All Lives Matter!" Yet dreadfully, I exist among you as a White, Conservative, Christian, Veteran that owns Guns!  What greater threat to the Government other than that, that, Dang!  What is it?  Oh yes, the Constitution. So, Molon Labe.  I turned out Just Fine! 

Posted September 17 




          And the Fall Equinox is amongst us for the entire day in perfect balance as light and darkness share equal time.  The Fall season is officially here. The dog days of summer are actually behind us, even though reminders of its dominance finds temperatures still palatable in the mid-90's. Now, if a quick cold front would sting us, followed by seasonal temps, then we would we see that crisp fall color we seldom see here in the south.  Leaves will still prepare to desiccate regardless, from their source as another annual ring pronounces itself unseen in the trunk of the tree they nourished. Open your ears and listen. The piercing sound of a referee's whistle as it signals the end of a football play. My word, where is time?  Balanced this day between equal day and equal night?  Harmony, for some yet unnoticed by others. We are in the third week of football season? The gathering of the harvest nears.

Posted September 22 from my early morning office





Sunday, August 9, 2015

Rod's Reflections for August 2015

August 2015

My first August workday finds me still frequenting my favorite river. Despite her accented sandbar tattoos surprisingly left by her July flood rage, I still find her passing waters calm my soul and allow me to emotionally and spiritually prepare for my day. I am not a Monday through Friday person actually, as for me, everyday is a special day that I can live and participate in the gift God gives each of us.
 Rod Ferguson's photo.

Posted August 1 from my morning River






          One more thing I forgot I loved about grand kids!  Linda and I are Just 9 days into our AT&T shared plan of 8 GB's that we never use between our two smart phones and her tablet in any given month. So this early Sunday morning as I begin to stir to life, I find a text from my favorite carrier telling me that I have used 100% of my shared data and they have courteously given me an additional gigabyte of data for $15 bucks! Bam! Another message saying "that" data was gone with the promise of another $15 bucks on the next monthly bill along with another fresh gigabyte of newer data!  Before I could even comprehend how almost 11 gigabytes could have been "hacked" from my account, another quick "ding" notification on my text informed me that 75% of that data was gone! So here is the love I would like to share with all of you. If you let your 9 year old grandson play games with your iPad (thank you, Linda), you might want to teach them (grand kids) as to how to use Wi-Fi to Watch Netflix during one of those all night stays at Maw Maw and Poppy's house! Of course he, along with the help of his able 15-year-old cousin, managed to discover that you could watch movies on YouTube, which unknown to us "elderly fixed income types," had no idea that You Tube Movies literally eats that 8 gigabyte plan alive! Attention: able programmers Wanted! New app that will electrically zap any grandchild that uses my fixed income data for anything they can't find at their own parents' house.  Yes... I'm still agitated to the tune of $45 extra dollars on my next bill.  Grand Kids or Maw Maw, Grand Kids or Maw Maw....   Have I reminded anyone lately of my contempt for kids?  Why is it that old people are getting on my nerves almost as bad???

Posted August 9 from my early Sunday Morning home




          I have so much fun with my grand kids every chance I get, especially the teenagers! A small band of thunder storms pushed through Central Louisiana this afternoon breaking the sultry August heat cycle that has been stifling us for weeks. Junior and McKenzie seem to be a constant companion on these after church, lazy Sunday afternoons. At 5:15 PM everything electrical ceases to work in our comfortable home as a result of a power failure somewhere in the grid that serves us. I struggled to regain consciousness after being put to sleep by satellite TV's "Undercover Boss," and walked down the hallway to my bedroom toilet to answer a simple call of nature since it was raining on my patio. Junior pipes up and asked me one of his more brilliant questions, "What happened to the electricity, Poppy?"  After just two steps of my journey to my destination, I just responded, "Maw Maw forgot to pay the electricity bill so they turned it off until we can pay the bill tomorrow."  As brain damaged as he is, the electrical storm outside never crossed his under developed mind as he breaks his neck to go tell McKenzie that the security, solitude and unlimited Wi Fi that draws them to our house in the first place, is doomed because Maw Maw did not pay the electricity bill!  Did I mention it was Sunday?  Yes... Yes I did, but that didn't cross his mind either...  It is about this time I step into my bathroom and actually reach up to turn on the light for my convenience.  Now, who was I just talking about? I just shook my head and won't tell you what Latin word crossed my mind but, Oh my, aren't we creatures of habit?  What really gets to me, is walking away from the toilet not bothering to flush it when it dawns on me that the toilet is not part of the electrical system??  That folks, is aging brain damage. Yes, I stepped back in and flushed the damn thing!  Anyway, I encouraged Linda into getting up from her nap pretty easily because our ever alert alarm system, Junior, woke her up to tell her the electricity was off.  I suggested that she and I go somewhere and have a light dinner together. By this time Junior and McKenzie, both upset that our electricity has been disconnected, are wondering why we are leaving them there alone. I appease them by setting out a couple of scented candles to compensate for the growing darkness and to make them as happy as possible. I also remind them they may want to contact their mama on their I-pads, Y-pads or cell phones to come pick them up before the battery back up on my Wi-Fi runs down and their world turns pre-historic. In the meantime, Raisin Canes over in Alexandria is on my radar scope. This is a chicken strip kind of day.

Posted August 16 from my late Sunday afternoon home 





         And as my morning begins, I find I am simply joining the masses of others already under tow. The task of participation. Task of participation? I sat up this morning and Thanked God for this day. I ached not in my body or soul. Yes, there are those that could not sleep because of whatever reason that torments their mind. The new Widow and her 9 year old son of our slain Trooper in Lake Charles? Those sitting patiently beside an aging loved one waiting for them to pass. Even also among those I know are those that will put down a beloved pet that has comforted them for years. Does not matter if they make the right decision, the hurt is still there. Yet for the majority of the masses, most of our day is yet to be defined. My tow is miles behind me down river yet she will return. Laden with coal to furnish electricity that keeps me cool this time of the year and supplies me with light as to comprehend my daily challenges. I yield to a greater authority knowing I am His. That also comforts my soul.

Posted August 25 from my morning River side 



          Reflecting through the pages of my blog, I go all the way back to the month of May and find even then my river was at a bowling fast track pace as spring rains throughout her collective basin was making an obvious difference in her rise and temperament. It took a couple of months but eventually she reached new levels of flood stage records in this century setting many along her path at various stages of alarm. Today is the first time I have pulled beside her shores and could see the reflection of Alexandria's taller buildings and landscape glimmering softly in her much slower run. I wonder if one of her locks are closed up river? Almost time for man to pool her between locks. Then her waters loose the red tint and become a bluish green reflection of peace and solitude as sediments settle to the bottom. It is during these early morning visits that her surface looks like she is covered in black ice. That is when she is most beautiful to me. But it will be a couple of more weeks before she makes peace with her past summers raging floodwaters. Maybe then she can provide comfort to herself and those she loves as she settles in to her redefined shorelines establishing peace within her soul and those that look to her for nurture, solace and life. My river. Sometimes I wonder if when that time intersects, if what is left of what I once existed within, could In fact be poured into her depths to consummate this affair with her I seem to not be able to end. And a crisp, hint of fall, beautiful day beckons me!




Posted August 26 from my morning River