<?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-1620910289241597699</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:42:01.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grumpamoose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-2314706111486363305</id><published>2011-04-03T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:50:48.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should burn a South Carolina flag....</title><content type='html'>Senator Graham, I know you are not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but what part of "Congress shall make no law ...abridging the freedom of  speech...." do you not understand???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the esteemed senior Senator from South Carolina regarding pastor Turner's Koran burning stunt "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou know I wish we could find some way to-- to-- to hold people  accountable. Free speech is a great idea but we’re in a war. During  World War II, you had limits on what you could say if it would inspire  the enemy. So burning a Koran is a terrible thing. But it doesn’t  justify killing someone. Burning a bible would be a terrible thing but  it doesn’t justify murder. But having said that, any time we can push  back here in America against actions like this that put our troops at  risk we ought to do it. So I look forward to working with Senator Kerry  and Reid and others to condemn this, condemn violence all over the world  based in the name of religion."&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think Terry Jones was foolishly and irredeemably provocative with this stunt. As someone who is looking on from afar, considering I do not even know anyone who knows Terry Jones,  given the deliberate poke in the eye nature of what he did, I would question his temperament and fitness to hold the office of Pastor. Frankly given what little I know about the man, I would say he is about as qualified for the office of Pastor as Fred Phelps is, which is to say about as qualified as Arnold Schwarzenegger is for US President.  But that is my First Amendment protected speech. Given that I have never been an official of the US Government,  and have more desire to swallow sulfuric acid than ever be an official of the US Government, my expression has as much impact on Terry Jones' Constitutional rights as a gnat. However, neither Senator Graham, Senator Dingy Harry, nor any other official of the US Government have that luxury.  If any Congressional follow through actually occurs,  whether hearings or God forbid an actual legislative act, I hope Terry Jones tells the good senators on live CSPAN cameras where they can stick it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-2314706111486363305?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2314706111486363305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=2314706111486363305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/2314706111486363305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/2314706111486363305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2011/04/maybe-i-should-burn-south-carolina-flag.html' title='Maybe I should burn a South Carolina flag....'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-3872502880647474296</id><published>2010-03-27T08:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:10:59.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the short-sighted and uninfomed one?</title><content type='html'>I recently came across a note on Facebook from a long time college acquaintance. In the note, h expressed  that he was happy Obamacare had passed. This person is one of these extremely nice and considerate people who do not have a critical bone in their body, and cannot and will not see the devil in the details until they are hoisted on Satan's fork. And even then  they wonder why there is a farm implement impaling them. Knowing this, I was sure that he had not given any thought to the implications or details of what he was supporting. So, here is the reply I sent to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you believe Healthcare is a right, sir, I would like to remind you that I also have rights. Your rights stop where mine start, and since healthcare is not free, it has to be paid for somehow.  I have a right to enjoy the fruits of my labors, as do you. However Obama's plan will be taking taking taxes from me to pay for healthcare for you, so essentially what you are advocating is that you should have a claim on the fruits of other people's labors, so that you can have subsidized health insurance. This is known as slavery, this idea that you will enjoy the fruits of other people's labor...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will admit that was probably quite a bit confrontational. And given the tone, I can not exactly say I am suprised at the response I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Brad's wife and I am responding to you instead of Brad because he is busy working on his dissertation and struggling to support our family in spite of his health issues. I am afraid that your lack of support for the bill is short-sighted and uninformed. However, you are entitled to your opinion as we are to ours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short-sighted and uninformed? Moi?  Mrs Brad, may I direct your attention to this little nuggets, and then tell me who is the short-sighted and and uninformed one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) All through this debate, we were told that 14000, 0r 20,000, or 25,000 people die each year from lack of health insurance. However, this plan will not fully go into effect until 2014. So apparently Mrs Brad is fine if another 56,000, or 80,000, or 100, 000 people die between now and then from lack of health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) From the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article%3C/a%3E/ALeqM5gmzNv5LYXOA6UM_XmUHdOe9augtQD9ELVL3G1"&gt;AP "Companies say health care costs hard to swallow"  &lt;/a&gt;So far, Deere and Co, Caterpillar, Valero, and AT&amp;amp;T have said they will be writing off millions and a billion in AT&amp;amp;T's case due to higher costs this law will impose. I cannot imagine that none of these businesses will not try to recover these costs in higher prices to their customers, and/or laying workers off. So apparently Mrs Brad wants her surviving neighbors to lose their jobs and have their phone bills to go up huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) From the same article "Consumers Energy, a Michigan gas and electric company with 2.9 million customers, said it will not take a big first-quarter charge because, like most utility companies, it can try to recover the added costs from its customers through rate hikes." So Mrs Brad also wants her neighbors in Michigan that are still around and still have jobs to pay higher gas and electric bills too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If anyone buys vitamins, adult incontinence products, women’s products,OTC remedies,  or anything else sold over the counter that you normally buy with your HSA or Flex Spending account, buy them before 7/1/10. After 7/1/10 there will be essentially a 40% tax imposed on these products, and, no HSA spending on these items will be tax deductible after 7/1/10.&lt;br /&gt;ObamaCare "restricts individuals with these pre-tax accounts to buying a “medicine or drug only if such medicine or drug is a prescribed one. And ironically, this tax that will raise health care costs substantially by creating incentives for the use of more expensive prescription drugs even when OTC drugs are just as safe and effective." Source is &lt;a href="http://biggovernment.com/jberlau/2010/03/25/seeing-red-at-reconciliation-over-medicine-cabinet-tax/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So, Mrs Brad also wants her still employed neighbors to pay more for Nyquil, or to pay much more for a prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are undoubtedly more examples, and as our Dear Speaker Nurse Nancy said, they will be trickling out over the next few weeks as more of the now law is actually read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KoE1R-xH5To&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KoE1R-xH5To&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="yavccnuxerlslvwbkwst" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/KoE1R-xH5To&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask again, who is the short-sighted and uninformed one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-3872502880647474296?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3872502880647474296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=3872502880647474296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/3872502880647474296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/3872502880647474296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-is-ignorant-one.html' title='Who is the short-sighted and uninfomed one?'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-1418811123631142292</id><published>2010-01-17T14:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:15:47.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Deitrich Bonhoeffer for our generation</title><content type='html'>I have long admired the courage of Deitrich Bonhoeffer in his resistance to the Nazi Germany regime and giving his life as a martyr. Bonhoeffer was safe in England and America in the 1930's and it would have been easy for him to stay, while Hitler and the National Socialist agenda attemped to destroy the Church in Germany by neutering it. Yet Bonhoeffer returned to Germany, all the while knowing that his return may cost him his life, and indeed it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a story today about another young man who was living in relative safety, and yet chose to go into a place knowing such a journey may also cost him his life. Instead of a German pastor, this time it is a Korean American, named Robert Park. On Christmas Day 2009, Robert crossed the border between China and North Korea, where he has disappeared. When asked why he was doing so, in a &lt;a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/global/2009/12/30/interview-with-north-korea-border-crosser-robert-park/"&gt;Reuter's interview&lt;/a&gt;, Park said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The North Korean human rights crisis by murder rate is the worst in the world. An estimated 1,000 people a day die by starvation and starvation is a murder case. North Korea has been sent more food aid than any nation in the world but the food has not gone to the people who need it. So this is murder.But not only that, there are concentration camps in North Korea that are of the same brutality as in Nazi Germany. Responsible governments are completely silent about the issue. The United States, China, Russia, Japan and South Korea have a huge responsibility to speak out about this because all these nations played a role the arbitrary division of the Koreas, where not a single Korean was consulted. Yet the lives of these people are of no issue to these governments. That is a crime. It is a huge crime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the interview, Park was asked "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;how can you change this? You are going in well aware of the dangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His response:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;My demand is that I do not want to be released. I don’t want President Obama to come and pay to get me out. But I want the North Korean people to be free. Until the concentration camps are liberated, I do not want to come out. If I have to die with them, I will. I am Christian and it says in the Bible that we must love the lost. We must love the poor and the needy. We must love them more than ourselves. These innocent men, women and children, as Christians, we need to take the cross for them. The cross means that we sacrifice our lives for the redemption of others.. I am going in for the sake of the lives of the North Korean people. And if he kills me, in a sense, I realize this is better. Then the governments of the world will become more prone to say something, and more embarrassed and more forced to make a statement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May God grant peace to Robert Park. I hope he can survive and live to see his desire for the North Koreans to know freedom. However knowing the vile evil of the Kim Jong-Il regime, I very much doubt that he will. So my prayer for him echoes what Bishop Hugh Latimer said to Nicholas Ridley - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Be of good comfort, Master Park and play the man; You may this day light such a candle, by God’s grace, in North Korea, I trust shall never be put out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-1418811123631142292?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1418811123631142292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=1418811123631142292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1418811123631142292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1418811123631142292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2010/01/deitrich-bonhoeffer-for-our-generation.html' title='A Deitrich Bonhoeffer for our generation'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-9173904279811441975</id><published>2008-10-28T12:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:35:13.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you vote for Obama, you are my enemy and an enemy of freedom</title><content type='html'>For weeks now I have resisted any postings, because I was not sure I could keep quiet on what I am about to write. But I cannot continue to remain silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am torn as to who I am going to vote for next week. I have been contemplating voting for no candidate and leaving the Presidential space unchecked, or checking Bob Barr, or McCain, or Nader, or writing my dad's name in. But under no circumstances will I ever vote for Barack Obama.  Obama is not to be trusted at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He told both Hillary Clinton and John McCain that he would accept public financing. McCain has done so. Obama has not. He lied&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has claimed that his vote in Illinois against the Born Alive Infant protection act was because there were already laws in Illinois protecting the right to life for abortion survivors. There were no such laws at the time. He lied.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has said that he will not raise taxes on anyone making under $250,000. He has also gone on record that he will allow the tax cuts in 2001 and 2003 to expire as scheduled in 2010. Go to the IRS tax tables for 2000 and 2002, and compare your taxes from 2007 to what you would have paid in 2000. Your taxes are less now than they will be come 2010. Once again, he lied.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He said the tax increase threshold is $250,000. Today in the noted Right wing paper, the New York Times, noted ultraconservative columnist Paul Krugman writes "Mr. Obama proposes raising rates on only the top two income tax brackets — and the second-highest bracket for a head of household starts at an income, after deductions, of $182,400 a year." So in this case, either Krugman is lying, or Obama is. My bet is on Obama as the liar here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday during an interview with WNEP TV in Pennsylvania, Obama's Vice presidential nominee, Joe Biden, said, and I quote "What we’re saying is that $87 billion tax break doesn’t need to go to people making an average of 1.4 million, it should go like it used to. It should go to middle class people — people making under $150,000 a year."  Lat time I checked $150,000.00 is less than $250, 000.00. So yet again, Obama is lying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama is not only a liar, he is an enemy of freedom. The ability to keep and use the monetary fruits of our labor is one of the clearest measures of our freedom. With Obama's many statements on his tax policy, he shows that he is more than willing to take more and more of this freedom from Americans.  And his lies, particularly about the tax thresholds, show that he will take this freedom from many more Americans than those he claims that he will limit his tax increases to.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore Obama's intention to levy significant tax increases on "wealthy corporations and oil companies" will result in corresponding increases in the costs of the goods and services these "wealthy corporations" provide.  Not only will Obama take more of your money and thereby limit your freedom directly through personal income tax increases, he will also take money from Americans indirectly by increasing what we pay for such things as clothes, food, gasoline, cars, electronic equipment, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama further shows he is an enemy of freedem with his intention to replace retiring federal judges with nominees that have a judicial philosophy similar to his. He he wants judges who "got the heart, the empathy, to recognize what it's like to be a young teenage mom. The empathy to understand what it's like to be poor, or African-American, or gay, or disabled, or old. And that's the criteria by which I'm going to be selecting my judges." In other words, Obama wants judges that will ignore what the law actually says, and that will instead make their rulings based on what policy that particular judge wants implemented in our society.  Constitution be damned, the opinions and desires of the American citizenry be damned, representative lawmakers be damned.  Obama wants the courts that will implement rule by robed dictators, rather than the will of the people, with no accountability, no vote, and no chance of erasing what these judges rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama finally shows himself as an enemy of freedom with his support for "Card Check" union organizing.  He wants to take the rights of workers to vote privately and secretly on the question of unionization, in favor of a public vote, with all the potential for fraud, and threatening pressure on dissenting workers that this public vote will represent. Furthermore, the legislation that Obama supports will take away the freedom of union dissenters to not have their required union dues go to support causes the worker opposes, a freedom that is currently enjoyed (although difficult to enforce).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but I would rather stop here. I will conclude though with this : if you support Obama, you are just as much an enemy of freedom as he is. And should he win, you will also be my enemy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-9173904279811441975?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/9173904279811441975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=9173904279811441975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/9173904279811441975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/9173904279811441975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-vote-for-obama-you-are-my-enemy.html' title='If you vote for Obama, you are my enemy and an enemy of freedom'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-8983800668333994315</id><published>2008-05-26T11:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:09:09.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Musical Monday</title><content type='html'>When one considers the real purpose of the day, rather than a day to go to the lake and have a cookout, there is something poignant about a Memorial Day when our military forces are actively deployed in a war. Particularly when the war in question that has so divided the country as the current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I do not want to besmirch the sacrifices and memory of those who have given their last full measure of devotion by a political debate - not today anyway. I am reminded of another time when the country was in a divisive war, and just as today, many people would have rather given up the fight rather than pursue victory.  And in honor of those who paid that cost in blood, toil, and despair, not only in the war in question, but in all wars, I invite you to ponder the price the American soldier has paid so that we could do whatever  we will do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-004104806227277169 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/931VnVBB4ok&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-004104806227277169 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/931VnVBB4ok&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-004104806227277169 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/931VnVBB4ok&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-041702369094496794 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/931VnVBB4ok&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-041702369094496794 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/931VnVBB4ok&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-041702369094496794 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/931VnVBB4ok&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/931VnVBB4ok&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/931VnVBB4ok&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora was not able to find other songs similar to Tenting Tonight, so I will add soldiers songs from other American wars&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;a href="http://www.mcgath.com/freelyr.html#cornwallis"&gt;Cornwallis Country Dance&lt;/a&gt; - American Revolution. Sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle"&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://www.contemplator.com/america/hunter.html"&gt;The Hunters of Kentucky&lt;/a&gt; - War of 1812&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;a href="http://www.contemplator.com/america/bonnieblue.html"&gt;Bonnie Blue Flag&lt;/a&gt; - Song sung by the Confederate soldiers in Civil War&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;a href="http://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/overthere.htm"&gt;Over There&lt;/a&gt; - World War I&lt;br /&gt;5 &lt;a href="http://www.unithistories.com/units/264th%20Inf.Reg%20text1.asp"&gt;What Do You Do in the Infantry?&lt;/a&gt; - World War II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 5/27 811 PM- I neglected to put the lyrics to Tenting Tonight - which can be found &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.contemplator.com/america/tenting.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-8983800668333994315?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8983800668333994315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=8983800668333994315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/8983800668333994315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/8983800668333994315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-musical-monday.html' title='Memorial Day Musical Monday'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-2508806325407576041</id><published>2008-03-25T19:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:16:27.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a better wife than I often realize</title><content type='html'>When I got married, almost 8 years ago now, a good friend of mine recommended I read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Five-Love-Languages-Heartfelt-Commitment/dp/1881273156"&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/a&gt; by Gary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Smalley&lt;/span&gt;. While I never actually have got around to reading this book, I am somewhat familiar with the main premise, which is the ways that we express love to our significant other are often radically different, and what kinds of expressions that to me show love, do not always mean the same to her, and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. This premise has been many times demonstrated in our marriage, and often arguments and hard feelings, at their core, can be linked to the radically different means in which Wife and I show love and affection for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an example, - one of the best ways to show love is to work with me, to help me, in accomplishing the everyday,  mundane yet necessary tasks. However Wife does not see this as love, and I all to readily tend to use this as a tool claiming that she really doesn't love me. This,  of course, is a pointless argument. Yet time after time I tend to use it anyway, which over time likely has made her even less likely to understand how important it is to me to have her helping me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as the adage goes, it is better late than never. It occurred to me the other day that she is much more of a help to me than I acknowledge. And Indeed the manner at which she helps in this case is far far more valuable to me, and much much more of a lasting benefit to me, than if she helps me with loading and unloading the dishwasher. (which she certainly does, many times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a glitch in my personality that often causes me to either get irrationally pessimistic at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;slightest&lt;/span&gt; challenge,  or irrationally giddy at the slightest blessing, and run down rabbit trails in my thinking. This is a flaw in that if I act on the line of thinking, in either direction,  and follow the thought patterns to the logical conclusion, I will invariably make decisions that lead to very bad consequences. Where my wife helps me more than anything, is that in every case that I can recall, where I am either flying high like a kite, or as depressed as a 1929 Stockbroker, she will say something  or call my bluff on something, or whatever, that brings me out of my fantasy, into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time she does this, every time I get angry and say something stupid, and every time when I take the time to actually process what she has said, I see that her words, and the wisdom behind them, are her showing me more love, and more help, than I realize at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the Proverb says, "Let her works earn her praise at the city gate." For truly she is a incredible, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;undeservable&lt;/span&gt;, and all too often unacknowledged, help to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-2508806325407576041?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2508806325407576041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=2508806325407576041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/2508806325407576041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/2508806325407576041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-better-wife-than-i-often-realize.html' title='I have a better wife than I often realize'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-1332566814771629809</id><published>2008-03-24T19:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:22:41.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Easter Edition of Musical Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-035464488107627257 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1DfenKdgVk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1DfenKdgVk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1DfenKdgVk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never seen Messiah performed live, by a good choir and orchestra, the raw celebratory, indeed triumphant power of the final chorus Worthy is the Lamb, the orchestration and the words both, well, lets just say this video does not begin to do this song  justice. And indeed since the core message of Easter is one of incredible triumph - triumph over death, triumph over despair, triumph over sin itself, I cannot think of a better piece for this weeks edition of Musical Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the Lamb that was slain, and hath redeemed us to God by His blood.&lt;br /&gt;To receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing.&lt;br /&gt;Blessing and honor and glory and power be unto Him that sitteth upon the throne and unto the Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Pandora does not recognize this particular Chorus, I did get these 5 matches for the Messiah oratorio:&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/antonio+vivaldi+holiday/gloria+in+d+major"&gt;Gloria in D Major by Antonio Vivaldi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/heinrich+schtz+holiday/christmas+oratorio+intermedium+2+angels+chrous"&gt;Christmas Oratorio, Angels Chorus by Heinrich Schutze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/johann+sebastian+bach+holiday/christmas+oratario+break+forth"&gt;Christmas Oratorio, Break Forth, by Johann Sebastian Bach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/cambridge+singers+holiday/in+dulci+jubilo"&gt;In Dulci Jubilo by The Cambridge Singers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/hector+berlioz+holiday/lenfance+du+christ+sheperds+farewell+to+holy+family"&gt; L'enfance Du Christ, the Shepherds Farewell to the Holy Family by Hector Berlioz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Risen. Alleluia!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-1332566814771629809?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1332566814771629809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=1332566814771629809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1332566814771629809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1332566814771629809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/03/special-easter-edition-of-musical.html' title='Special Easter Edition of Musical Monday'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-8554977600847940501</id><published>2008-03-17T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:02:24.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St Patricks Musical Day</title><content type='html'>Ok - St Patricks Day should be easy, right? An Irish song of course. But ah, thats the rub you see - which song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after looking at &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1741649126541510301&amp;amp;q=rakes+of+mallow&amp;amp;total=20&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;num=10&amp;amp;so=0&amp;amp;type=search&amp;amp;plindex=1"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8878685611884994419"&gt;that on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8878685611884994419"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to go with this one here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E08QtpUQz5I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E08QtpUQz5I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! 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important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09111169920247756 visible ontop" href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=211785&amp;amp;border=2&amp;amp;bordert=80&amp;amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/bluedisco.jpg&amp;amp;filter=0x000000&amp;amp;filtert=25&amp;amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;fontname=arial&amp;amp;fontsize=11&amp;amp;speed=2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=211785&amp;amp;border=2&amp;amp;bordert=80&amp;amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/bluedisco.jpg&amp;amp;filter=0x000000&amp;amp;filtert=25&amp;amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;fontname=arial&amp;amp;fontsize=11&amp;amp;speed=2" quality="high" name="scroll" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="210" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/i-know-my-love-lyrics-the-corrs.html" title="I Know My Love Lyrics"&gt;I Know My Love Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pandora's top 5 are&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/walela/cherokee+rose"&gt;Cherokee Rose by Walela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/vermillion+lies/i+should+fly"&gt;I Should Fly by Vermillion Lies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/sofia+talvik+tallboys/beautiful+naked"&gt;Beautiful Naked by Sofia Talvik &amp;amp; the Tallboys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/cosy+sheridan/iphigenia"&gt;Iphigenia by Cosy Sheridan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/cindy+lee+berryhill/plenty+enough"&gt;Plenty Enough by Cindy Lee Berryhill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/walela/cherokee+rose"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1620910289241597699-8554977600847940501?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8554977600847940501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=8554977600847940501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/8554977600847940501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/8554977600847940501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='St Patricks Musical Day'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-1681491303382620233</id><published>2008-03-10T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:53:42.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Trade with the ChiComms benefits the US how again?</title><content type='html'>I have long been troubled at times, with various levels of concern, about the US increasing dependence on China for manufactured goods.  I can understand the appeal of Chinese made goods, namely the low price, but what I fail to get is that far too many American businesspeople ignore or downplay that the Chinese Government runs or manages most if  not all of the manufacturing enterprises, While the powers that be in China are no longer strict Communists in the 20th century economic sense, neither does the evidence indicate that the Chinese government gives a flip about individual human rights. Neither apparently do they seem to understand the concept of quality control.  As if last years incident where Chinese made pet food ingredient's were contaminated by melamine  which caused many dog deaths in 2007, now the popular Blood thinner Heparin has been recalled in the US, Japan and Germany, and it is suspected that a key ingredient, made in China, is a &lt;a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/health/bal-te.fda06mar06,0,6422449.story"&gt;fake chemical&lt;/a&gt; that has likely contributed to 18 deaths and many more allergic reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If indeed this turns out to be another example of Chinese quality control, perhaps it is time to re-think all trade with China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-1681491303382620233?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1681491303382620233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=1681491303382620233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1681491303382620233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1681491303382620233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-trade-with-chicomms-benefits-us-how.html' title='And Trade with the ChiComms benefits the US how again?'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-5502529836443345319</id><published>2008-03-06T19:27:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:35:09.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!!</title><content type='html'>The winter this year has been extremely mild, even by Texas standards. While we have had more colder days, with colder temperatures than is typically the case, we have also had quite a few more warmer days than usual. I was commenting to my wife about a week ago that this may be the first winter I can remember where we have not had one incident of winter precipitation. While us Texans have at best a passing acquaintance with wintry weather, we usually get at least between 1 and 3 days of snow and/or ice each year.  This has been most distressing to me, since ever since I was a kid, I have thoroughly enjoyed watching snow fall, and playing in the snow, and hearing the crunch of snow under my feet. If I can find a somewhat empty street, I even enjoy driving in the snow. My Pennsylvania born wife thinks I would not enjoy snow so much had I grown up in a more northerly climate where it is common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made the comment to her last week, and I was feeling rather deprived that I was going to miss out this year altogether. Well, I spoke about  a week too soon.  Because this is what I saw Tuesday morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cW-8J8tXewc/R9Cl7zNR7gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z-sFGbnHlhI/s1600-h/March+snow+episode+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cW-8J8tXewc/R9Cl7zNR7gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z-sFGbnHlhI/s200/March+snow+episode+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174818418625474050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cW-8J8tXewc/R9Cl8jNR7hI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUKzvD0lnaQ/s1600-h/March+snow+episode+1+photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cW-8J8tXewc/R9Cl8jNR7hI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUKzvD0lnaQ/s200/March+snow+episode+1+photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174818431510375954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, that snow lasted a few hours, and I was thinking well that was nice. Too bad it didn't stay around a day or so, but oh well. At least we finally got some snow. I had no idea I would see this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cW-8J8tXewc/R9CnGjNR7iI/AAAAAAAAABM/MNEdcZClECs/s1600-h/Photo+1+March+snow+episode+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cW-8J8tXewc/R9CnGjNR7iI/AAAAAAAAABM/MNEdcZClECs/s200/Photo+1+March+snow+episode+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174819702820695586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cW-8J8tXewc/R9Cn5DNR7jI/AAAAAAAAABU/s4LpjDlGHEs/s1600-h/photo+2+March+snow+episode+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cW-8J8tXewc/R9Cn5DNR7jI/AAAAAAAAABU/s4LpjDlGHEs/s200/photo+2+March+snow+episode+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174820570404089394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 inches of snow. In Texas. In March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-5502529836443345319?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5502529836443345319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=5502529836443345319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5502529836443345319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5502529836443345319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow.html' title='Snow!!'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cW-8J8tXewc/R9Cl7zNR7gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z-sFGbnHlhI/s72-c/March+snow+episode+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-942023680148499486</id><published>2008-03-03T09:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:59:12.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March Musical Monday Madness Round 1</title><content type='html'>There are currently workmen ripping up our downstairs flooring, to dry it out after our one of our dogs chewed the toilet connector hose yesterday.  This flooded the bathroom and under the walls, and under the floor, and out the house. So what better song for today than this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08982603717263914 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNGLU_VsePg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNGLU_VsePg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNGLU_VsePg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=4153&amp;amp;border=2&amp;amp;bordert=80&amp;amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/bluedisco.jpg&amp;amp;filter=0x000000&amp;amp;filtert=25&amp;amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;fontname=arial&amp;amp;fontsize=11&amp;amp;speed=2" quality="high" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/flood-lyrics-jars-of-clay.html" title="Flood Lyrics"&gt;Flood Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pandora's matches are&lt;br /&gt;I     &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/michael+olson/waiting+for+you"&gt;Waiting for You by Michael Olson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II   &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/7th+day+slumber/candy"&gt;Candy by Seventh Day Slumber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/maeve/every+moment"&gt;Every Moment by Maeve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV  &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/brothers+keeper/blonde+tan"&gt;Blonde and Tan by Brother's Keeper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V    &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/waterdeep/i+know+plans"&gt;I Know the Plans by Waterdeep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1620910289241597699-942023680148499486?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/942023680148499486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=942023680148499486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/942023680148499486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/942023680148499486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-musical-monday-madness-round-1.html' title='March Musical Monday Madness Round 1'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-1575586753119355521</id><published>2008-02-26T21:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:55:04.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpamoose's Rules for Political Discourse</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking and mulling over, albeit at a low simmer, about how crazy certain habits of political discourse make me. This has about come to a boil, prompting me to post this now instead of another time. As I am temperamentally suspicious of the motives of governing officials, I will be skewering several Left/Liberal habits, since Liberals favor more and more activist government. And as I am a bipartisan Grumpamoose, there will also be skewering of Conservatives as well. This is not an exhaustive list, just the top 7 or so political things that makes me want to kick my dog and slap my wife. And since I would like to stay married and alive, I need to find another outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Budget Cut = A year over year reduction in the monetary amount allocated to a particular item, agency, or department&lt;/span&gt;. If you are going to claim something is a budget cut, (a la Republicans are out to starve Grandma and reduce her Social Security), and this fiscal years budget has more money than the previous one, how in the blue blazes is that a cut? If I budget 20 million for Department X this year, and propose $25 million for 2009, then when I put together the 2009 final budget, Department X gets $22 Million, that is a $2 million budget increase. Everyone who has graduated high school, even as poorly educated as most American high school graduates are, should know the simple concept that $22 million  is 2 million than  $20 million .  and that some numbers are higher than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Individuals invest. Private companies invest. Retirement and Pension plans invest. Government does not invest.&lt;/span&gt; Investment inherently means choice. I can choose to invest my money for an potentially greater return on that money, or I can choose to go to Papa Johns every week. The bottom line is I choose. When the IRS and state taxing agencies give me the same choice - only then - and not until then - can you truthfully say that Government is an investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Eighties are over - Ronald Reagan is dead.&lt;/span&gt; While I personally agree that Ronald Reagan was one of our best Presidents - (and I will mercilessly delete any comments otherwise - this is my blog. Wanna bash Reagan, take it elsewhere) he was not God. He was a mere mortal, and he made policy blunders and occasionally acted on misguided faith in the goodwill of his adversaries, as have all other Presidents and political leaders. The constant refrain since 1988 that so and so is "Reaganesque" or "The Next Ronald Reagan" is insulting to the man and his legacy, and frankly insulting to the intelligence of those forced to listen to such twaddle. News flash - There will never be another Ronald Reagan. He was unique to his time, and in any case the social, political, and economic conditions that made his policy prescriptions the right medicine at the time, are gone too. Hopefully anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sixties are also over, and John F Kennedy likewise is no longer with us&lt;/span&gt;. See #3 substituting Reagan for Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What properly constitutes "Middle Class", "The Rich", and "Fair share" must be pre-defined.&lt;/span&gt; If you think Middle class ends at $35,000.00 annually, The Rich is everyone with higher incomes, and Fair Share is 50%+, just say so. So I can know if you are a Thief, or just another politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When tax rates go up - that is called a tax increase&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose under Presidential X's administration , the rate at which I pay taxes goes down. If President Y champions repealing President X's tax policies, and Congress agrees with President Y, that means I get hit with a tax increase. See rule # 1. Again, 28% is higher that 15%, and 15% is higher than 10%. You are not stupid. Neither am I. Stop acting as if one of is is a moron. I promise you 'taint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, when supply is low, and demand is high, prices increase&lt;/span&gt;. This is economics 101, again something every American High School graduate should know.  It is not a grand conspiracy of the EEEEVVVIIIIILLLL CORPORATIONS!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; But since many people apparently don't get this concept, or intentionally don't get it, but that is another rant for another day, let me explain it. When there is less of anything to go around, whether it is gasoline or grapes, it will cost more. The reason that it will cost more is because each individual grape  is more valuable. The grapes are more valuable, since there are not enough grapes for all the people who want grapes.  Since price is the expression of value, higher value = higher price. Unless enough other folks decide they can live without the grapes they want, and stop demanding grapes, grape prices will continue to go up, unless the grape supply goes up too. Eventually the grape farmers will grow more grapes, to get more money from the higher grape prices.  Grape prices then will fall, the farmers won't grow as many grapes the next year, and some of the people who switched to oranges will want to buy grapes again. Rinse and Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only possible exception to this is when supply is artificially restricted because some wealthy elitists want to keep the average Joe out of their neighborhood by land use restrictions. Or because some Congressmen are lobbied (cough ...bribed....cough) to sponsor a bill that mandates increased use of ethanol fuels made from corn, then holds hearings about why food prices are going through the roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-1575586753119355521?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1575586753119355521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=1575586753119355521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1575586753119355521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1575586753119355521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/02/grumpamooses-rules-for-political_26.html' title='Grumpamoose&apos;s Rules for Political Discourse'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-3580575535811261221</id><published>2008-02-25T21:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:39:01.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget - it is Musical Monday numero cuatro</title><content type='html'>This is my all time favorite song from my all time favorite musical group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08566654100566007 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQxl9EI9YBg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08566654100566007 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQxl9EI9YBg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQxl9EI9YBg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQxl9EI9YBg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lgrey"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna run, I want to hide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tear down the walls&lt;br /&gt;That hold me inside.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna reach out&lt;br /&gt;And touch the flame&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel sunlight on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I see the dust-cloud&lt;br /&gt;Disappear without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take shelter&lt;br /&gt;From the poison rain&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still building and burning down love&lt;br /&gt;Burning down love.&lt;br /&gt;And when I go there&lt;br /&gt;I go there with you&lt;br /&gt;(It's all I can do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city's a flood, and our love turns to rust.&lt;br /&gt;We're beaten and blown by the wind&lt;br /&gt;Trampled in dust.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you a place&lt;br /&gt;High on a desert plain&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still building and burning down love&lt;br /&gt;Burning down love.&lt;br /&gt;And when I go there&lt;br /&gt;I go there with you&lt;br /&gt;(It's all I can do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This song speaks to the deep parts of my soul, that longs for a place where all tears shall be wiped away, and all the former things, that are very much part of our present, will pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius. Pure genius. And Pandora's 5 are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/stills/lola+stars+stripes"&gt;Lola Stars and Stripes - The Stills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/pulp/do+you+remember+1st+time"&gt;Do You Remember the First Time - Pulp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/love+x+nowhere/sympathy"&gt;Sympathy - The Love X Nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/huey+lewis+news/heart+soul"&gt;Heart and Soul - Huey Lewis and The News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/song/frog+eyes/miasma+gardens"&gt;Miasma Gardens - Frog Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/1620910289241597699-3580575535811261221?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3580575535811261221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=3580575535811261221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/3580575535811261221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/3580575535811261221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/02/before-i-forget-it-is-musical-monday.html' title='Before I forget - it is Musical Monday numero cuatro'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-480422053867140329</id><published>2008-02-18T00:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:17:33.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Monday the Third</title><content type='html'>I love history. I don't know why, because no one in my family has more than a middling interest in history, and the only one that even does that is my Dad. But perhaps my love of history can be traced to my Dad, who used to sing this song to me when I was little. I smile when I remember this song, and I can still hear my Dad's younger Tenor singing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Action version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.guba.com/static/f/player.swf?isEmbeddedPlayer=true&amp;bid=3000103647' quality='best' bgcolor='#FFFFFF' menu='true' width='375px' height='360px' name='root' id='root' align='middle' scaleMode='noScale' allowScriptAccess='never' allowFullScreen='true' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In 1814 we took a little trip&lt;br /&gt;Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip.&lt;br /&gt;We took a little bacon and we took a little beans&lt;br /&gt;And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;We fired once more and they began to runnin' on&lt;br /&gt;Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked down the river and we see'd the British come.&lt;br /&gt;And there must have been a hundred of'em beatin' on the drum.&lt;br /&gt;They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring.&lt;br /&gt;We stood by our cotton bales and didn't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles&lt;br /&gt;And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em&lt;br /&gt;Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.**&lt;br /&gt;We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down.&lt;br /&gt;So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round.&lt;br /&gt;We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind&lt;br /&gt;And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles&lt;br /&gt;And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em&lt;br /&gt;Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Top 5 Pandora matches&lt;br /&gt;I - Love's Gonna Live Here by Waylon Jennings&lt;br /&gt;II - Down the Street to 301 by Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;III - Love Me Honey Do by Patsy Cline&lt;br /&gt;IV - Ole Slewfoot by June Carter Cash&lt;br /&gt;V - Hill Billy Mambo by Sheb Wooley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-480422053867140329?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/480422053867140329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=480422053867140329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/480422053867140329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/480422053867140329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/02/musical-monday-third.html' title='Musical Monday the Third'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-5230320479157477778</id><published>2008-02-17T10:08:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:29:33.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Michelle Peron, or Eva Obama?</title><content type='html'>The other day I heard a speech that Michelle Obama made at UCLA earlier this year, and in hearing it, my  thought was that I was hearing a 21st century Eva Peron, speaking about how Juan Peron loved Argentinians, and how he alone could save Argentina from all the ills, and usher in heaven on earth. And except for the thousands of people who disappeared and the many more who suffered economically under Peron's corruption and fascist socialism, Peronist Argentina was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to 21st Century United States.&lt;br /&gt;The two sections of Ms Per...er Obama's speech phrase that sent chills down my spine are this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;"We have lost the understanding that in a democracy we have a mutual obligation to one another. That we cannot measure our greatness in this society by the strongest and richest of us. But we have to measure our greatness by the least of these. That we have to compromise and sacrifice for one another in order to get things done. That is why I am here. Because Barack Obama is the only person in this race who understands that. That before we can work on the problems we have to fix our souls. Our souls are broken in this nation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; If we can't see ourselves in one another we will never make those sacrifices. So I am here right now because I am married to the only person in this race who has a chance of healing this nation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Change will always be hard. And it doesn't happen from the top down. We do not get universal health care, we do not get better schools, because somebody else in the White House. We get change because folks from the grass roots up decide they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;sick and tired of other people telling them how their lives will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; When they decide to roll up their sleeves and work. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Barack Obama will require you to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;. He is going to demand that you shed your cynicism. That you put down your division. That you come out of your isolation. That you move out of your comfort zones. That you push yourselves to be better. And that you engage. Barack will never allow you to go back to your lives as usual; uninvolved, uninformed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, Ms Obama, we owe gratitude that we live under a relative freedom of a Constitutional Republic, and nothing more. The only duty we owe to other Americans is that of maintaining and defending that freedom against all who seek to destroy that freedom. The only obligation we have is only to ourselves and our families, to ensure that our and our families needs are met.  The "least of these" have the same obligation. It is not my problem if they are not meeting that obligation and it does not matter if this failure to meet their obligation is lack of ability, lack of opportunity, lack of education, lack of effort, or any other factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, morally we should do all we can to help others, but only so far as we can after meeting our own obligations.  However, while helping others is a moral requirement, this does not mean that it should ever be a legal requirement that is enforced by the State. There is some other entity to whom we are morally accountable, and that entity does not reside in the District of Columbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea that the Obama camp seems to be espousing here - namely that other Americans have a claim on our lives, to the point that we are required to sacrifice our and our family's own treasure on behalf of these others. Furthermore this claim is to be enforced by the power of the state through taxation and imprisonment. There is a word for this - slavery. If we are so sick and tired of other people telling us how our lives will be, how is it a good thing that Barack Obama can tell us how our lives will be? By what authority does Barack Obama have the power to force me to work for his agenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing Ms Obama, my soul is just fine, and the healing and protection of which is in infinitely more capable hands than Barack Obama's - thank you very much.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-5230320479157477778?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5230320479157477778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=5230320479157477778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5230320479157477778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5230320479157477778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-michelle-peron-or-eva-obama.html' title='Is it Michelle Peron, or Eva Obama?'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-7086840841366515337</id><published>2008-02-11T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:28:52.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Monday II</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite sayings by Martin Luther is, and I paraphrase,&lt;br /&gt;" There are two days on my calendar - this day and That day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I try to do is live my life around that idea. Today is many times way more than I can deal with, let alone tomorrow. And I have found it much easier to live each day in light of what I believe "That day" is - a day sometime to come when I will stand before God and give an account of how I spent my life. Now I do not say this as something fearful in the sense that I have to have lived a life perfectly in order to win God's favor, because I have put all my chips in the basket of trusting Christ's sacrificial grace (and if that makes no sense to you and you want to know what the heck I mean, leave a comment). But it does mean that I strive to keep my focus on what really matters in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to what that may mean regarding something musical, here it is. While I have &lt;a href="http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/01/mtc-challenge-6.html"&gt;mentioned&lt;/a&gt; that I cannot stand much of what Garth Brooks has recorded, there are a few songs that I really like of his, and &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=328975654947748653"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;is one of them (&lt;a href="http://www.planetgarth.com/lyrics/if_tomorrow_never_comes.php"&gt;Lyrics here&lt;/a&gt;). When it comes to my relationship to my wife, I am really truly desiring that, when That Day comes, that I can say with no reservation that I did everything I could to show her that I loved her, and that so far as it depended on me, there will be no doubt in her mind that I showed that love for her every day in every way I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora's top 5 songs similar to "If Tomorrow Never comes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still on a Roll by Moe Bandy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run by George Strait&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ten Years of This by Gary Stewart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Note by Daryle Singletary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rise and Shine by Ronnie Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-7086840841366515337?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7086840841366515337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=7086840841366515337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7086840841366515337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7086840841366515337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/02/musical-monday-ii.html' title='Musical Monday II'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-8987919187803364794</id><published>2008-02-10T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:36:01.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Topic Challenge #7</title><content type='html'>This rounds topic is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;You awaken to find yourself stranded on a deserted island with nothing but a pocket knife, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and Britney Spears. How did you get there, and what do you do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;June 9, 2008. My world came crashing down - literally  - yesterday. Yesterday morning I said goodbye to my wife, drove to the airport, and got on a plane to go to a trade show in Hawaii. The last thing I remember before I woke up on this beach was a loud shake, the lights in the airplane going off, and the flight attendants telling us to assume crash positions.  I spent the morning and most of the afternoon sifting through wreckage as it washed up, to see if I could find something useful to survive until I could figure out a way to get off what I assume is an island somewhere in the South Pacific. The rest of the day I went looking for food, survivors and some kind of shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10.  After a brief shower this morning had passed, I went exploring some more. This morning I found a suitcase that had washed up, although it had come open in the surf. but I did find a pocketknife, some clothes, and a bottle of what I assume is Jack Daniels. The label is torn off though so I am not sure.  I threw the clothes away. I also found on the other end of the lagoon some evidence that at least some one survived the crash long enough to make it to the beach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 11. The pocketknife, a swiss army knife, was as useful as stereotypically advertised, as I managed to whittle a fish spear, and actually managed to find something other than bananas to eat. now if I could only find a mirror or some glass to start a solar fire, so I can eat something else besides sushi and bananas. Found more evidence of other survivors, as I found some woman's clothing and some prescription pills around what appeared to be a campsite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 12. Clear plastic luggage tags work somewhat effectively at using the sun to start a fire. No more sushi for me. No sign of anyone else though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 13. Made it all the way to the other side of the island. found some berries, and fresh water spring. rained all afternoon. No sign of anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14. Rain and strong wind. no fish today. roasted bananas. Found a cave to set up a dryer camp. no sign of anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15. Heard bad singing a few moments this morning as I woke up. it stopped after a few minutes though, and I did not hear anything else until late in the day. I wonder if I am starting to go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 18. Finally saw a glimpse of someone else walking the other way. but they were too close to the surf to hear my yelling I suppose. They were rather short, and brownish blond hair. My guess is it was a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19. Yes it was a woman. but she seemed rather out of it. Another severe storm, so I spent most of the day back in the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 20. Well, my fellow survivor is none other than Britney Spears. And she is as loony as the proverbial fruitcake. After hearing five minutes of her inane prattle, I cannot decide if I will drink myself into a stupor, slit my wrists, slit her throat,  or wait until the paparrazi arrive looking for that stupid whore,  to get myself off this bloody island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;code&gt;Please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.jaynedarcy.us/MTCblog/2008/02/11/mystery-topic-challenge-7-entries/"&gt;Mystery Topic Challenge Blog&lt;/a&gt; to view all of the other entries. Once you've read them all, please be sure to vote &lt;a href="http://www.jaynedarcy.us/MTCblog/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; in the Sidebar for your favorite.&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-8987919187803364794?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8987919187803364794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=8987919187803364794' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/8987919187803364794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/8987919187803364794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/02/mystery-topic-challenge_10.html' title='Mystery Topic Challenge #7'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-4917016049597890752</id><published>2008-02-04T19:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:24:16.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Moose Monday</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I stole this idea from &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://bun-girl.blogspot.com/2008/02/introducing-musical-mondays.html"&gt;Bungirl,&lt;/a&gt; but a good idea is a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I am not currently listening to this song, or the album it was on, this song is one that has meant a lot to me for many years, ever since I first heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://www.actionext.com/names_r/rich_mullins_lyrics/here_in_america.html"&gt;Here in America&lt;/a&gt; by Rich Mullins. You can see the video here -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5RWve3yD1o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5RWve3yD1o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my American-ness overwhelms my Christianity, such that  I  forget that we are not the chosen people, and the arrogance this myopia generates tends to make it easy to think of ourselves as the center of Christianity. I think the reason this song resonates - apart from the Irish images - is the subtle reminder that American Christians are no different from Chinese Christians or Russian Christians, or Christians from any other nation, race or time. We are all abundantly blessed for one reason and only one reason- the grace of Jesus Christ poured out in His death, and validated by His resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the rules;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora's top 5 songs&lt;br /&gt;1 You Gotta Get Up by Rich Mullins&lt;br /&gt;2 Rushing Wind by Keith Green&lt;br /&gt;3 He's in this Place by Clint Brown (never heard of him)&lt;br /&gt;4 Draw me Close by Kathy Troccoli&lt;br /&gt;5 It's no Secret What God can Do by Johnny Cash (ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my version of Musical Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.actionext.com/names_r/rich_mullins_lyrics/here_in_america.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-4917016049597890752?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4917016049597890752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=4917016049597890752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/4917016049597890752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/4917016049597890752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/02/musical-moose-monday.html' title='Musical Moose Monday'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-6170620516116451616</id><published>2008-02-04T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:43:34.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Topic Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;Hello! I'm participating in Mystery Topic Challenge #7. The topic has been announced. If you'd like to join me, head on over to the &lt;a href="http://www.jaynedarcy.us/MTCblog/2008/02/03/mtc-7-mystery-topic/"&gt;MTC Blog&lt;/a&gt; to find out the topic.&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-6170620516116451616?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6170620516116451616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=6170620516116451616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/6170620516116451616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/6170620516116451616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/02/mystery-topic-challenge.html' title='Mystery Topic Challenge'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-2024046768285849</id><published>2008-02-02T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:25:56.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Grumpamoosic</title><content type='html'>If you have your speakers on, you likely can gather this already. But for those who don't, I have updated Grumpamoose's playlist, and added some new songs. Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-2024046768285849?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2024046768285849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=2024046768285849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/2024046768285849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/2024046768285849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-grumpamoosic.html' title='More Grumpamoosic'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-3619278871847780681</id><published>2008-01-29T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:39:08.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 for a Dog scare</title><content type='html'>Hopefully this is not going to be a trend.  I posted yesterday on our little adventure with &lt;a href="http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-you-let-your-dogs-out-make-sure.html"&gt;Jared&lt;/a&gt;. Well, I am back for episode II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our back yard fence is white vinyl pvc, and today the winds were pretty strong, with gusts up to 60 mph. When the fence was installed per the HOA guidelines, the contractor who built it did not measure one section correctly, and as a result, the top cross bar has a tendency to pull out of the hole in the post, if the winds are hard enough. Most times, I can just pop it back in and it will stay for a month or so, so it is not such a pain that I am willing to pay to get it replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I let our &lt;a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/218143"&gt;husky&lt;/a&gt; outside to relieve her bladder,  and I did not see that this cross bar had not only popped open, but several of the slats had fallen into the alley, creating a rather large hole in the fence.  But she and I saw it at the same time, and being the little imp that she is, Masha decided to take a little walk. She did this knowing that she was not supposed to, because she looked back at me when I started calling her back inside, and giving me her impish smile, she slow-trotted meandaringly to the hole, walked through it, then she took off like a bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were any other of our dogs, I would not have been so angry, because they all are fairly obedient, and also have a good sense of direction and homing skills. But if you know anything about Siberian Huskies, then you know that their homing instincts are, shall we say, non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately she was apparently thinking this was a grand game, as she would let me get within a few feet, and when I tried to grab her, she would jump away and start a fast trot down the street. But since each time I would almost get her, she would run just a little farther away,  I was sure that she was going to take off running down the street or into the fields next to our housing development never to be seen again. Good news is she managed to get no further than the far side of the pocket park across the street from out house, before I finally managed to grab her collar and walk her back to the house. We waited for a minute or two, at the front door, since I had not gotten my keys, and the door was locked.  Bungirl had taken the car and driven the other direction in the neighborhood, since we were not sure which way Masha had gone, and when she drove by she saw us on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And needless to say,  getting the fence fixed so this doesn't happen again has gone to the top of my to do list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-3619278871847780681?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3619278871847780681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=3619278871847780681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/3619278871847780681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/3619278871847780681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-2-for-dog-scare.html' title='Day 2 for a Dog scare'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-455254235904659226</id><published>2008-01-28T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:56:43.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When you let your dogs out, make sure they are all the way out</title><content type='html'>One of our dogs, &lt;a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/696563"&gt;Jared&lt;/a&gt;, is spending the night at the vets office, before he has surgery in the morning to repair a compound fracture at the tip of his tail. Which I inadvertently, and at the moment unknowingly, shut in the door.  From which, in his shock-induced painlessness from the first few minutes back inside the house, and with his wildly wagging tail, he splattered blood all over our house. It looked like a murder scene with blood on the walls and on the floor. Thank goodness for Swiffer wet sweeper pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately the vet next to where &lt;a href="http://bun-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt;BunGirl&lt;/a&gt; works was still open when I got him there. By then his shock had worn off, so that he was more growly than I have ever known him to be,  due to what I suppose had to be quite a bit of pain and confusion. But the vet got his bleeding tail well bandaged without any bitten hands, and he should be back home tomorrow evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-455254235904659226?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/455254235904659226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=455254235904659226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/455254235904659226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/455254235904659226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-you-let-your-dogs-out-make-sure.html' title='When you let your dogs out, make sure they are all the way out'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-5081368107044461354</id><published>2008-01-28T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:15:14.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for another Mystery Topic Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;code&gt;I'm taking part in Mystery Topic Challenge #7. If you want to join me, just visit the &lt;a href="http://www.jaynedarcy.us/MTCblog"&gt;MTC Blog&lt;/a&gt; today and sign up!&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-5081368107044461354?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5081368107044461354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=5081368107044461354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5081368107044461354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5081368107044461354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-time-for-another-mystery-topic.html' title='It&apos;s time for another Mystery Topic Challenge'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-1441701590053230696</id><published>2008-01-21T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:23:35.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MTC #6 Caucus time</title><content type='html'>It is voting time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.jaynedarcy.us/MTCblog/2008/01/20/mystery-topic-challenge-6-entries/"&gt;Mystery Topic Challenge Blog&lt;/a&gt; to read all of the other entries. Once you've read them all, please be sure to vote &lt;a href="http://www.jaynedarcy.us/MTCblog/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; in the Sidebar for your favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please let mine be your favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-1441701590053230696?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1441701590053230696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=1441701590053230696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1441701590053230696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1441701590053230696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/01/mtc-6-caucus-time_21.html' title='MTC #6 Caucus time'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-5493354667982512775</id><published>2008-01-20T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:32:46.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MTC Challenge #6 - Where Grumpamoose becomes a Russian</title><content type='html'>This rounds &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://jaynedarcy.us/MTC/index.php?topic=165.0"&gt;topic&lt;/a&gt; is - What song transports you through space and time, and where do you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all set to write about "The Dance" by Garth Brooks, and how it reminds me of all the memories that I have of my late grandfather,  whom I was privileged to have for 33 years. The tie in to the song is that for what he meant to me, 33 years is far far too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not going to write about that song. Which makes me happier because I think I would rather siphon gasoline out of my car and set myself on fire that listen to 99% of what Mr Brooks has recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, since Jester added the addendum to his suggested topic that this song should be one that "  provides you with an almost physical reaction when you hear it..." and since I had the most intense manifestation of this particular phenomenon most recently earlier this week,  I will write about it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular piece of music was written as a celebration of a military victory over Napoleonic France. It captures in the tempo, keys and volume of the notes, what I imagine the witnesses of this event saw, and felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the dread of the ravaging French calvary, that burned villages as it came, and the mismatch faced by the defending army that was forced to retreat in the face of an implacable foe. And seeing the horror of your capital city burning, wondering if there is any victory against the Gallic horde. Feeling the anguish of friends, comrades and loved ones dying and mourning their dead, and the shame of a proud people seemingly unable to repel the invader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear in the distance to the west  the crack of musket fire, and the boom of artillery, and see charge and counter charge.  And at the end of the day I feel shame and fear, as the French army is still standing with strength enough to seize our capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these reactions I feel in my gut to varying degrees, so much so that I can feel the shame of defeat after defeat as if I were one of the soldiers. I see the mothers walking across the battlefield crying over their dead sons, and see the tears in the old men as they look over the sooty ruins of Moscow as it is surrendered, and their impotent fists shaking at the blue coated Corsican as he rides by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then feel the pride in my country and my Tsar as I stand by thousands of my countrymen as we praise and celebrate a great victory, and know that once again our armies have prevailed, and driven back the foreigners. I sing with gusto, amid the clamor of church bells pealing throughout the land, and cannons booming,  but no longer as agents of death. Rather they are instead lending their punctuations to the joy ringing out in the hearts of thousands of my countrymen, as once again Mother Russia is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this I feel, when I hear the 1812 Overture, by Pyotr Illych Tchaikovsky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear Part 1  - &lt;a style="left: 97px ! important; top: -3px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0348337870381328 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRpKmd3vjbk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 97px ! important; top: -3px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0348337870381328 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRpKmd3vjbk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 97px ! important; top: -3px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0348337870381328 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRpKmd3vjbk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 97px ! 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The President's &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/01/18/AR2008011800429.html?hpid=topnews"&gt;stimulus plan&lt;/a&gt; is a joke. $800.00 will no NOTHING to undo the recession the US is in. The US Economy is in trouble for one reason - Energy prices are too high. And since this economy is underpinned by consumers spending their income on goods and services -multiple and varied goods and services, every dollar more that is spend on such basic necessities such as gasoline, food, and electricity, that are increasing in price due to high oil prices, is one dollar less that cannot be spent on other goods and services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Washington -NY elites - in both parties - do not feel the impact of higher energy prices to the extent that the average middle class American does, and conveniently the official statistics on inflation do not include food or fuel prices, so officially there is no inflation.  In addition,  food and gasoline purchases are included in the official retail sales statistics, so retail sales seem to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Not great, but not dire either. But no statistic can show how increased spending on necessities have lowered spending on other consumer goods. It is spending on "luxury" items that is necessary for a healthy economy, the way our modern economy is structured. Increased spending on necessities will simply not cut it, and that is fundamentally the problem the US faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress has had ample opportunity to address energy prices, and as usual, they go looking for unworkable solutions, such as windfall profits taxes on oil companies, instead of policies that actually have a better chance to actually succeed at their intended purpose. Anyone with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rudimentary&lt;/span&gt; knowledge of economics should know that high energy prices are an result of energy supplies that are too low. So, rather than create policies that address the supply issue, such as drilling for oil domestically,  and developing nuclear power plants (The French get 70% + of their energy from nuclear power), Congress wants to tax oil companies. That doing so will increase the costs of refined petroleum to the consumers apparently doesn't occur to them. And while the idea of Congress mandating the types of cars Detroit can make, rather than allowing the Auto Industry respond to what the American People &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; want is arrogant and despotic (typical of Washington these days), perhaps it would be better to strongly encourage widespread use of &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1591025915?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwviolentkicom&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1591025915"&gt;flex fuel gasoline/ethanol/methanol engines&lt;/a&gt;, rather than Congress order another increase in CAFE standards. The likely result of CAFE increases will be nothing but a significant rise in the price of cars, while making them smaller and more unsafe in crashes. By the way the US Automakers have an significant advantage over foreign car makers in Flex fuel technology, so this could have the added effect of keeping Americans employed at GM, Ford and Chrysler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly am not going to refuse $800.00 But neither am I going to go out and spend it. It will sit in my savings account, since it is a one time shot, and I am not going to change my spending habits. Some people will spend it right away, but once they do, the economy will not be in any better shape. People spending this "stimulus" is precisely what the President is hoping will be done, but if so, spending will increase one time, then fall back after a few weeks. once again  back to where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing but an election year gimmick, so the politicians can feel better about themselves, that they "did something about the economy". It is time that they are shown up for the idiots they are, and shown the door in November, so that real solutions can be enacted. And there will be a crippling blizzard in Dallas, and the Texas Rangers will win the World Series before that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-7466631355943694012?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7466631355943694012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=7466631355943694012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7466631355943694012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7466631355943694012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-will-not-work.html' title='This will not work'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-6274469010847368504</id><published>2008-01-16T19:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:16:30.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpamoose Wednesday II: Grumpamoose on goals</title><content type='html'>Years ago, when I was beginning my career, I was given two pieces of advice that has stood me in good stead. The first one is that I should not call a goal a goal unless it has these five characteristics. If not, it is a daydream. The five characteristics are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specific,&lt;br /&gt;Measurable,&lt;br /&gt;Achievable,&lt;br /&gt;Realistic, and&lt;br /&gt;Time limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second piece of advice is that a goal is not a good goal unless it is also a stretch to meet it - otherwise it is a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since discovered that these characteristics do not only make a goal a goal in the business world, but should be also applied to personal goals as well. This is why I have not taken part in the New Year's resolution game for many years. However, I have been given some thought this month to goals I plan to achieve this year in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I am going to, by the end of April, be able to go for a one 12 - hour period without deliberately doing things that will piss off &lt;a href="http://bun-girl.blogspot.com"&gt;Bungirl&lt;/a&gt;. This includes not complaining, not lying about stuff to get me out of trouble, etc. This will not include things that are accidental or inadvertent, so that should take care of the realistic and achievable criteria. Time limited is taken care of deadline of April 30. Measurability is admittedly vaque, but if she is not mad at me in a set 12 hour period, that will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - By December 31st, save enough money to cover 6 months of expenses. Having had a blowout quarter in the end of 2007 will help tremendously toward achieving this goal, since quarterly bonuses are "off budget"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Also by Dec 31st, I will have done the exercises I started this year on at least 65% of the days I agreed to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these all will be stretching, and also have the characteristics of what a goal is. Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Since I hope to make Grumpamoose Wednesdays an ongoing series, please leave a comment suggesting a topic for next time. If it will be a good goal, I will endeavour to post on it, and give mad props to the suggester...perhaps also some Entrecard credits as well...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-6274469010847368504?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6274469010847368504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=6274469010847368504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/6274469010847368504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/6274469010847368504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/01/grumpamoose-wednesday-ii-grumpamoose-on.html' title='Grumpamoose Wednesday II: Grumpamoose on goals'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-3369712833209062138</id><published>2008-01-09T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:31:25.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpamoose on Election 2008</title><content type='html'>Since I have not gotten the feedback I hoped for from my request for topics for this week's "Grumpamoose on...?" series, I guess I will supply the first topic. As I explained when I announced the series, these will be written as a stream of consciousness manner, so I apologize for any incoherence in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started (or re-started) this blog again in 2007, I intended to avoid politics as much as possible. In spite of that, I have had several thoughts running through my head since Governor Huckabee won the Iowa Caucus last week. Now for the record I want to be clear - I do not support his candidacy, and likely will not vote for him in the Texas Primary in March, unless both of my preferred candidates are no longer in the race. Not that Texas has a likely primary voice, since traditionally the candidates are already selected by the first of March, which is another rant for another time. In the event that neither of my two preferred candidates are still alive on the GOP side, I will not vote for Huckabee, but will sit out the primary altogether - or go to the Democratic one and see how I can muck up the works, primarily speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically I continue to be super annoyed, and increasingly hostile toward, the GOP NY-DC Elites, due to the continuing derision of him and to a lesser extent, his supporters in Iowa and potential ones elsewhere. It is because of the way the NRO crowd in particular belittled Iowa's significance in this election cycle that I found a small measure of glee that Huckabee won, if for no other reason than I am sick of their elitism and disdain toward lower middle class social conservatives.  Now I know the NROniks and Townhall folks are going to say what hostility? But when is the last time you read anything from Larry Kudlow, Andrew Stuttaford, Lisa Schiffren, Rich Lowry, Hugh Hewitt, Bill Kristol, Kathryn Lopez, Jim Geraghty and so forth, that acknowledges that, while by most historical measures the economy is doing well, the fact is that there are millions of Americans to whom the benefits of this economy are not flowing. Who of national prominence, other than Rod Dreher, acknowledge the damage to local, mainly lower and middle class neighborhoods that is aggravated, if not caused by, uncontrolled illegal immigration? What little I have seen written on this either denies that there are significant numbers who are not benefiting,  rather than questioning  and re-thinking the policies that are potentially exacerbating the challenges that many Americans face. There is little acknowledgment that significantly rising fuel and food prices are problems for large numbers of Americans. Inflation - what inflation? they say, conveniently ignoring that the Federal inflation stats leave out food and fuel costs, and retail sales numbers do not reflect the changing proportion devoted to fuel viz a viz other consumer goods. I would love to buy a hybrid car, but I cannot afford one, since corn ethanol demand has made my food more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in the case for those of us for whom abortion or illegal immigration, or health insurance issues,  are a big deal, when we see that the GOP Congress has had 10+years to do something about these issues that the Congress has within their power to do, but haven't done so (like strip the Federal Courts of jurisdiction, and send the abortion question back to the 50 states where it belongs per the 10th Amendment). In the case of abortion, where has it been acknowledged that many social conservatives have finally started to realize that the pro-life stances of many of the GOP elected office may be only "purported", and these office holders have no intention of ever doing anything about it at the federal level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Elites at NRO and other "conservative" bloggers have ignored or downplayed is this - Governor Huckabee has tapped into this stream of middle class/social conservative concerns and while his track record is mixed, and his policy proposals are somewhat wacky -  he is the only candidate who publicly acknowledges that there is a lower and middle class, and that their concerns deserve as much if not more consideration as those of the bankers and stock market folks when making and re-making Federal domestic policy. Mitt Romney isn't getting this, Rudy Guiliani isn't, and John McCain isn't, and the NRO/East Coast/Anti Social Conservatives sure as hell don't get it.  Mike Huckabee's policy prescriptions would again be of mixed benefit to the middle classes.  For example,  anyone who honestly believes that the Fair Tax would not result in double taxation and/or expects that the costs of goods would come down to offset the embedded taxes on income, is naive at best. Congress has shown no willingness to reduce spending in any degree, so the idea that the Federal Leviathan would not jump at the opportunity to add to the tax slavery burden if given the opportunity is asinine to the extreme. As is the idea that business executives would reduce their prices to reflect the lower income taxes rather than pocket the sudden windfall as profits to drive up the stock prices for the shareholders. If you honestly believe these things will happen, I would like to know what you are smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huckabee may be an excellent example of style over substance, but there is a reason why he is resonating, and I think here his background as a pastor gives him a leg up - a pastor knows "normal" people. He spends time with them, and their concerns often are his concerns as well. Mitt Romney, John McCain, and Mayor Guiliani , and I daresay the NRO/Hugh Hewitt/Club for Growth crowd, likely don't know many people outside their circle - not in the way that a pastor would. This in no way reflects on their character, but I doubt very highly that many of Mr Romney's close friends and associates make less than $200, 000, and I doubt he himself has rarely if ever earned much less that that, adjusted for 2008 dollars. The concerns of the middle and working class America are foreign to him, as they are to the vast majority of the GOP Elites. And since they are foreign, they are dismissed or ignored.  Whereas Governor Huckabee,  perhaps Fred Thompson, since as an actor he has everyday experiences with non-elite working folks (makeup artists, camera operators, etc), can relate to the middle class - to the average American. What the GOP elites do not seem to get is that there is much more to the Republican Party than the Club for Growth. The economic conservatives may have the money, but the social conservatives/middle class has the grassroots manpower and enthusiasm - BOTH are needed for victory. And since both groups are needed, why in the hell are Econ-cons spewing such animosity? I know I know, they expect that Social Conservatives will at the end of the day suck it up and, like good little boys and girls, vote for whichever Republican the elites throw up.  Funny how this only seems to go one way.  God forbid the Econ-con elites ever have to suck it up and get behind an actual honest to goodness Social Conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as Huckabee is the only candidate who is speaking to the middle class instead of just the investor class, and at least acknowledging their legitimate concerns, this large fissure in the GOP coalition will continue to grow. Unless the NRO crowd and the candidates themselves  get off their high horses and start seriously addressing the middle class,  and  both acknowledging and addressing the legitimate concerns of the many other conservatives that do not live and work along I-95 corridor, come November, say hello to President Obama or Clinton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-3369712833209062138?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3369712833209062138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=3369712833209062138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/3369712833209062138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/3369712833209062138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/01/grumpamoose-on-election-2008.html' title='Grumpamoose on Election 2008'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-6920622449409064321</id><published>2008-01-02T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:19:59.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpamoose on...?????</title><content type='html'>I am going to start a new series, every Wednesday, that will be a stream of consciousness essay on a particular topic.  And I need your help .  Please leave a comment on a suggested topic, since each weeks post will be on a topic submitted by what few readers I have - all two of you.  I am making no guarantees that what I write in this series will be Pulitzer level writing, and more likely than no 'twill be little more than a long ramble. But I do promise I will make it as interesting as I can. I will choose a topic on the Monday before each Grumpamoose Wednesday, starting next week. So the deadline for topic consideration is Monday January 7.  Comment away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-6920622449409064321?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6920622449409064321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=6920622449409064321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/6920622449409064321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/6920622449409064321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2008/01/grumpamoose-on.html' title='Grumpamoose on...?????'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-5672482945274122671</id><published>2007-12-28T18:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T20:45:16.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grump's Top Ten list for Husbands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Marriage is hard work. As with most cliches, that phrase has been uttered so many times, that it's ramification is often passed over. This is a shame, because the impact of the truth that led to this phrase becoming a cliche in the first place, is likewise passed over. Marriage is indeed hard work, but as with any difficult task, it can be made easier if you can identify smaller &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sub-tasks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, learn to do them well, then put them into practice. As Martin Luther once said,"marriage is a school for character", so like school, in order to be a graduate of school, there is a sequence of learning that teaches us basic steps, goes on to put these basics into action by repetition, and adds additional more difficult skills as you go along. And as I recall my own school days, some of the most boring, trivial, or counter-intuitive steps, often turned out to be some of the most critical steps as well, so that my success as a student would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;radically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; different had I not taken the time to master the boring or seemingly insignificant steps all along the way. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;After 7 years of marriage, it is beginning to dawn on me that marriage is very similar to the school process, and Mr.Luther's observation increasingly strikes me as one of the most profound statements I am aware of. Small, seemingly insignificant things that at first glance seemed counter-intuitive, now are beginning to sink in as the keys to marital happiness. I have distilled these ideas into a list of 10 Steps for Husbands. Yes, this is indeed directed at husbands, if for no other reason than as being a husband, I am more aware of why these steps seem trivial, but are powerfully important to my wife. And guys, I am an equal opportunity critic - I have some steps for wives too, but that will have to wait for another time. . This is by no means an exhaustive list, and in way of a disclaimer, as an Evangelical Christian, my worldview undoubtedly colours my view of marriage. However in this article I have endeavoured to make these principles as broadly applicable as I can, and will trust the reader to make of them what he will. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;While I do not expect that my marriage or any marriage can be perfect in every respect - none can - nor do I expect that anyone can always apply these 10 principles consistently, but I wish I had started learning these principles and applying them years ago. And without further eloquence, here are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grumpamoose's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Top Ten Husband Steps to a good marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1 - Listen to your wife. And that does not mean merely hearing what she says, but actively paying attention to her when she speaks.   This is the hardest step to do, if you are like most of us males,  since we want to get to the point of what is being said, whereas for many women, what is being said is the point. Listening in this way to our wives is much more of an art that a learned skill, however it is most critical that we try and keep practicing to listen. I am aware that active listening will be difficult, but do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 - Learn what she likes and what truly makes her happy, and why. The why is as important as the what. And here is your first chance to practice step #1, since many times she may not know or know how to tell you the why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 - Regularly do things that make her happy, with no expectation that she reciprocate. (Although unless she is an unusually selfish individual, very likely you will be taken care of more often than not). This includes romantic gestures, so here is a chance to practice the second step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Get in shape. If you are already there - stay there. In a sense, your body also belongs to her, so take care of it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - When she is telling you something that is hard to hear, stay calm and control your temper rather than immediately counter attacking. She may have a point. And if she does...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Be Honest at all times and in all things, both with her and most importantly with yourself. And if she has a point, listen to her. If she honestly is mad at you, she is mad because you are a bonehead. So listen to why she thinks you are a bonehead, and stop being a bonehead. And if she is honestly out of line &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Be willing to forgive her when she honestly is in the wrong. By no means does that excuse her, or erase the memory of what she may do, but once you grant her forgiveness, the file is closed. Don't reopen it.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Don't say anything unless you mean it. And if you promise her to do something, don't promise it unless you can do it right then. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Remember that every action you take, and every dime you spend, affects your wife in some way. It may be a wonderful way for her good, or a bad way that causes her pain, but it will affect her somehow. The only variable is to what extent one way or the other it goes.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - There is a reason why you married her. Try to remember what that reason or reasons where why you married her, and appreciate her for it.&lt;/div&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/1620910289241597699-5672482945274122671?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5672482945274122671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=5672482945274122671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5672482945274122671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5672482945274122671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/12/grumps-top-ten-list-for-husbands.html' title='Grump&apos;s Top Ten list for Husbands'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-7638401771568875843</id><published>2007-12-28T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:02:12.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get busy living, or get busy dying</title><content type='html'>A few years ago I heard a song by Tim McGraw called "Live like you were dying".  The man who the song was about was told that he did not have long to live, and decided to take what time he had left to really live. Every time I hear that song, I wonder why so many of us are like this man, just trying to make it to the next deal, or the next goal, or just to make it through the day, and how it often takes something like a sudden cancer diagnosis to shake us out of the every dayness of everyday, and start living life to the fullest. The reality is that every day we live; we are that much closer to dying. Whether it is 4 months or 40 years, we are all heading toward that distant shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I live longer, I am learning most of the things that we spend most of the time and thought on, if you are really honest with ourselves, are not close to being as critical or as fulfilling as we often think. This is not to say we should neglect our responsibilities. We shouldn't, especially when our families depend on us. But it seems a tragedy that so often we find out too late that the things we have at times ignored, in our single minded pursuits for status or wealth or a new house or a bigger fancier car, are all too often the things that would bring us the most joy in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Biblical Gospel of John, you will see this phrase - "I came that they may have life and have it abundantly" (John 10:10 English Standard Version) That passage is from where Jesus is describing himself as a good shepherd, who takes care of his sheep, which are us. Now any of you who have taken care of pets can understand. You want to make sure that all their needs are met in abundance, and they are well fed and cared for, so that they are then free to live and run and bark/meow/squeak, and enjoy living. While our pets may spend a great deal of effort in trying to please us, if their needs are met, they are content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, I think what Jesus is saying here is that we have the ability in Him to relax. Our needs are met, if only we take the time to see it. There is great freedom in that. Freedom from constantly trying to prove ourselves to those that truly don't care about us, or to book the next deal, or to win the next account. Freedom to enjoy our families. To go on the mountain climbing vacation, or the ballgame with your kids, or to surprise your wife with a romantic weekend in San Diego. Freedom to laugh just for the sake of laughing. Freedom to live abundantly - to "live like you were dying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, the title of todays post is from a quote from on of my favorite films, The Shawshank Redemption.  In that movie, the main character, Andy Dufresne, refuses to lose hope in the midst of an extremely dark and unjust place. In this film I see graphic reminders that it is the little, seemingly insignificant things, like cold beer shared with your friends on a hot day, or helping others with no expectation of reward, and having true friends, that make life worth living, even in the midst of extreme hardship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-7638401771568875843?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7638401771568875843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=7638401771568875843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7638401771568875843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7638401771568875843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-busy-living-or-get-busy-dying.html' title='Get busy living, or get busy dying'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-4614804775438452176</id><published>2007-12-24T23:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:35:10.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2aJD4Wc9jgc/R3CTby-8GlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZCXu0vBPRTk/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2aJD4Wc9jgc/R3CTby-8GlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZCXu0vBPRTk/s320/Merry+Christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147776479835986514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-4614804775438452176?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4614804775438452176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=4614804775438452176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/4614804775438452176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/4614804775438452176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas_24.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>BunGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://x38.xanga.com/bc8d524122631120323476/w86620333.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2aJD4Wc9jgc/R3CTby-8GlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZCXu0vBPRTk/s72-c/Merry+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-3201993931730218466</id><published>2007-12-24T07:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:57:07.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This has been a  challenging December run-up to Christmas. Indeed the whole year has been a struggle, both maritally and financially. It has been particularly challenging in that this is the first Christmas since we married that &lt;a href="http://bun-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bungirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I have not been able to get anything for each other.  As much as I despise shopping in any form, one of my favourite things since we married has been to see how well (or how poorly) I was at selecting her gifts. And I will admit that 1A in the favourite things department is to also see what I was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this thinking about gifts, and the lack thereof in this house for 2007, my mind goes back to what for me and for many Christians is the core of what Christmas is about - the ultimate gift of Christ, and what the forgiveness he freely gives all who ask. It occurs to me, particularly as an American in 2007, with a life of significant wealth relative to the rest of the world, and enjoying a relative abundance of freedom, that my life does not reflect what is the usual state of humanity across the pages of history. Indeed, the vast majority of men have only known,  and multitudes still only know, little more than oppression, war, poverty, misery, and despair. Yet it is in moments when we realize this condition, that the radical uniqueness of the Gift of Christ stands out clearest and starkest of all. Intellectually I realize that my life, as hard for me as it seems sometimes to be, is vastly better, wealthier and easier than that of a 1st century Judean shepherd, or a 12th Century English peasant, or a 21st century Iranian Christian. What oppression, pain, misery and despair I may know is that of a spoiled child not always getting his way, but even in that, the starkness and brightness of the Gift of Christmas stands radically apart from the everydayness of everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are at all familiar with Handel's song "For Unto Us a Child is Born", part of this passage from Isaiah may be familiar to you as well, but I think particularly this year, the whole passage echoes deep in my heart, and as miniscule as my darkness and oppression is, I can gladly and joyfully praise the coming of the Child born to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The people who walked in darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have seen a great light;&lt;br /&gt;those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on them has light shined.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v23009003-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have multiplied the nation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you have increased its joy;&lt;br /&gt;they rejoice before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as with joy at the harvest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as they are glad when they divide the spoil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v23009004-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For the yoke of his burden,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the staff for his shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the rod of his oppressor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you have broken as on the day of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Midian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v23009005-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For every boot of the tramping warrior in battle tumult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and every garment rolled in blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;will be burned as fuel for the fire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v23009006-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For to us a child is born,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to us a son is given;&lt;br /&gt;and the government shall be upon&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;his shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and his name shall be called&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v23009007-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of the increase of his government and of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there will be no end,&lt;br /&gt;on the throne of David and over his kingdom,&lt;br /&gt;to establish it and to uphold it&lt;br /&gt;with justice and with righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;from this time forth and forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;The zeal of the &lt;span class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; of hosts will do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Quick note -  before playing the video, page down and pause the Christmas music tab. Otherwise you may get a rather bizarre sound*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MS3vpAWW2Zc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MS3vpAWW2Zc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-3201993931730218466?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3201993931730218466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=3201993931730218466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/3201993931730218466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/3201993931730218466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-1800562461204637831</id><published>2007-12-14T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:48:34.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If this is truly how the GOP leadership really thinks, why should I bother anymore</title><content type='html'>Alright Alright I dropped the ball on finishing the stream of consciousness postings I started a few days ago. I will come back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has got me angry over the last 48 hours is the &lt;a href="http://corner.nationalreview.com/post/?q=MmM1ZmZhNzgyYzBiN2U5OWM4ZGJhODI3YjZjMTVmZWQ="&gt;recent&lt;/a&gt; peeling &lt;a href="http://corner.nationalreview.com/post/?q=ZGNlYjliMmM3NDM2MmVhMjQ4YjIyMTNkMDg5ODM3ODI="&gt;back&lt;/a&gt; of what the &lt;a href="http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/014/416aihxr.asp?pg=2"&gt;GOP Elite&lt;/a&gt;, or at least a large &lt;a href="http://article.nationalreview.com/?q=NjJiZDBjZWFiNmFmY2M1NDg2ZjM1Y2YwZjdjNzliMDg="&gt;portion&lt;/a&gt; of it, really thinks about Southern, Evangelical conservatives, has made me wonder if there really is a place for me in the post George W Bush Republican party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start of by stipulating that Governor Mike Huckabee is not my first , second, or even third choice for the Republican nomination for President. He is far too willing to resort to using government power to force his personal preferences (a la federal ban on smoking - where the hell in the Constitution does the Federal Government have that authority?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, it's one thing to point out Mike Huckabee's apparent statist tendencies, or question his judgment and/or his seemingly naive understanding of human nature in the Wayne Dumond case. That's politics. But this is not what is being said. Rather it's the snide remarks about his Baptist faith, usually from Catholics or Episcopals that scream "Religious bigot!" when it is the other way around, and ignorant stereotyping of Arkansas and the rest of the South, and the snarky comments about where he went to college. For the record, I studied for two years at Huckabee's university, Ouachita Baptist University, from 1990 to 1992, and I can assure you, OBU is far from a slouch academically. It is one of the top Liberal Arts colleges in the South and arguably in the top nationwide. This type of discourse is way way way out of line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the questioning of Huckabee's record, but the almost gleeful tone of condescension on nationalreview.com, and hughhewitt.com, and the out and out derision toward Southern evangelicals in associated reader comments on these, that make me wonder why I should even care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time I have heard this attitude from a &lt;a href="http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2005/11/3/224529/687"&gt;GOP Bigwig&lt;/a&gt;, nor are these two sites the only places I am reading this kind of garbage, but I was under the impression that such disparaging attitudes toward Evangelicals was isolated and generally condemned in the Republican mainstream. Well, apparently not. As the saying goes, it is better to have clarity than agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since the Romney-ites and Guiliani'ers have nothing but disdain and contempt for my faith and region, why should I vote for them? Since is has become crystal clear that the New York-Washington GOP Elite see me and folks like me as "useful idiots", why would I want to waste any more time and effort in voting for GOP candidates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the Democrats are honest about their hatred of Southern evangelicals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-1800562461204637831?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1800562461204637831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=1800562461204637831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1800562461204637831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1800562461204637831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-this-is-truly-how-gop-leadership.html' title='If this is truly how the GOP leadership really thinks, why should I bother anymore'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-7318437600529001614</id><published>2007-12-04T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:30:21.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really want to be free - part 2</title><content type='html'>In yesterday's post, I  said that the theme that has been floating around in my head for the last few months, has led to some interesting ramifications, and an emerging question. Namely if it is mostly universally conceded that Freedom is good, and slavery bad, then why do so many people continue to be drawn more to the siren song of slavery when Freedom's song gets discordant and muffled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps a a better question would be why do I see, more and more, evidence of how many people are almost afraid of what Freedom really means in practice, and almost prefer the known misery of servitude?  And more personally, how is it that I see this phenomenon more and more in my own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keyed me in to this idea is a post I read the other day on &lt;a href="http://www.fraterslibertas.com/2007/11/adolescent-america.html"&gt;Fraters Libertas&lt;/a&gt;. While the author here is referring to the political ramifications of this  question,  my suspicion is that the more immediate, and underlying cause of this freedom paradox goes more to the individual characters of us as Americans, and in aggregate, as a society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come back to this tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-7318437600529001614?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7318437600529001614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=7318437600529001614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7318437600529001614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7318437600529001614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-really-want-to-be-free-part-2.html' title='Do you really want to be free - part 2'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-7435224114721967529</id><published>2007-12-03T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:27:52.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really want to be free?</title><content type='html'>Very likely this is my natural doom and gloom coming out, but I am not sure.  Lately, when  I look at what is going on in the country and the world today, something seems increasingly 0ut of whack, and I have had some difficulty in putting my finger on what may be behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it seems, and I can indeed see anecdotal evidence of economic struggles, overall the economy seems to be ok. Not Great, but not "the worst economy since Herbert Hoover.", aka the usual hyperbolic talking down of the economy that the MSM seems to spew every four years heading into a Presidential election. But that is not what is bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be the conduct of the Bush Administration on the "War on Terror" but again that is not what is on my mind. (With the stipulation that I wish the execution of the war was much more Sherman like from the get go. In other words, if you are going to fight a war - fight the damn war.  This is not to disparage the efforts of the frontline soldier or Marine which is magnificent by and large, but to question the wisdom of a strategy of winning hearts and minds that was pursued for far too long. And 1 day of this strategy is too long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it seems to me that this sense of unease runs at a much deeper level that - and the only way I can think of to describe it is the apparent ease at which too many of my countrymen have traded their God given freedom for a mess of taxpayer paid pottage. Or at the very least have expressed a willingness to do so. And no, I am not talking about the accusations flying around the internet about how the President is shredding our Constitution. Rather the evidence of this willing slavery goes back much farther than November 2000, and it is much much deeper than the shallow political world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea started germinating in my head in October of this year, at least to the point where I became aware of it doing so. See &lt;a href="http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/10/freedom-is-scary-part-i.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/10/freedom-is-scary-part-2.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.   Since then, on several occasions, I have been mulling this train of thought over, and following where it leads, and I am coming back to one central theme, which is "Freedom good - slavery bad" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of that theme I am coming to understand some unexpected ramifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-7435224114721967529?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7435224114721967529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=7435224114721967529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7435224114721967529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7435224114721967529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-really-want-to-be-free.html' title='Do you really want to be free?'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-1966381397465202542</id><published>2007-11-30T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:32:34.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How good of a General are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.military.com/New-Gettysburg-Game/1,16378,gettysburg-main.htm,,00.html?ESRC=marine.nl"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;is an interesting test of your generalship abilities. See if you can do better than Robert E Lee did at the Battle of Gettysburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decisively won the battle by the way.  I guess this proves that every general can have a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hat Tip - "Thirty Three Things Nov 26th on the &lt;a href="http://evangelicaloutpost.com/"&gt;Evangelical Outpost&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-1966381397465202542?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1966381397465202542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=1966381397465202542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1966381397465202542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1966381397465202542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-good-of-general-are-you.html' title='How good of a General are you?'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-1172648938337497478</id><published>2007-11-25T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:42:26.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grump's Christmas Moosic</title><content type='html'>If you haven't already noticed, there is now music on this blog. Turn your speakers on. Grumpamoose's Christmas Favorites is at the bottom of the center column. And he is taking requests. If you have a favorite song, and know the url where he can get it, please leave it in comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-1172648938337497478?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1172648938337497478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=1172648938337497478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1172648938337497478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1172648938337497478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/turn-your-speakers-on.html' title='Grump&apos;s Christmas Moosic'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-7038105994448991032</id><published>2007-11-22T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:52:49.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving Days 19, 20, and 21</title><content type='html'>I see that I have been remiss in not keeping up with the Thanksgiving posts. So I guess I have some catching up to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past three days, I have been thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;well written television programs&lt;br /&gt;falling colorful leaves&lt;br /&gt;the smell of cookies baking&lt;br /&gt;the smell of turkey roasting&lt;br /&gt;the taste of a bowl of Genghis Grill&lt;br /&gt;My uncle's love of music.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;restful naps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-7038105994448991032?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7038105994448991032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=7038105994448991032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7038105994448991032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7038105994448991032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-days-19-20-and-21.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving Days 19, 20, and 21'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-5183716793745361861</id><published>2007-11-19T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:19:28.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving Day 18</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that I had a good weekend, celebrating my wife's birthday on Saturday. I am also very thankful that I was able to get most of the things I needed car-repair wise taken care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-5183716793745361861?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5183716793745361861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=5183716793745361861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5183716793745361861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5183716793745361861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-18.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving Day 18'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-2465606921059115275</id><published>2007-11-17T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:00:29.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving Day 16</title><content type='html'>Today I have one dog leaning on me, one laying on the floor next to me, one more laying on the other couch trying to stay alert, and the fourth diddy bopping around like the imp that he is. Life is good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-2465606921059115275?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2465606921059115275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=2465606921059115275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/2465606921059115275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/2465606921059115275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-16.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving Day 16'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-6639671310977954441</id><published>2007-11-15T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:02:10.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 14</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful that I was able to get home in less than 5 hours. There was a major fatality accident involving a fuel tanker truck, that closed one of the main north/south freeways for several hours, and as a result all the northbound side roads, many of which were built before the population exploded in this part of the region, were way way overcrowded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-6639671310977954441?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6639671310977954441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=6639671310977954441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/6639671310977954441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/6639671310977954441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-14.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 14'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-4269955597339877174</id><published>2007-11-14T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:58:11.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 13</title><content type='html'>Today I got my paycheck f(or which I am thankful since it included my long overdue commission check) but what I am most thankful for today is the bracing crispness of fall that has finally arrived in Texas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-4269955597339877174?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4269955597339877174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=4269955597339877174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/4269955597339877174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/4269955597339877174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-13.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 13'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-5503749609536734933</id><published>2007-11-13T18:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:29:58.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 12</title><content type='html'>Today I was sick with some kind of stomach ailment, that kept me up for a few hours last night.  So I was able to Skype with a friend in Russia. I am thankful for the chance to do so, because he updated me a bit on what he has been up to since we were there in early October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-5503749609536734933?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5503749609536734933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=5503749609536734933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5503749609536734933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5503749609536734933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-12.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 12'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-407623655846668908</id><published>2007-11-13T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:53:54.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Topic Challenge #4</title><content type='html'>If I were President for a day, with the power to do anything, I would interview and test all 435 members of Congress on their level of understanding and appreciation for the limits on Federal government authority and power. Those that test at less than 90 % will be dismissed from the Congress and ineligible to hold Federal office until they test above 95% on 10 separate tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that test less than 50% are jailed, and those that test less than 20% are summarily executed as tyrant wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the 4 members still standing, I will create a committee to review the entire US Code, and repeal all laws that violate the Constitution. All programs, departments, and agencies that do not meet the powers granted to the Federal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; will be immediately disbanded, all agency buildings not needed for valid constitutional Federal use will be sold to either various state governments, or private sector, and proceeds deposited in the Treasury to repay all debts incurred by the disbanded government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an example, Dept of Education - gone. Dept of Health and Human services - Bye bye. National Endowments for the Arts, Public Broadcasting Corporation, NPR - adios. Alaskan Bridges to nowhere - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;auf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wiedersehen&lt;/span&gt;. Congress will take back the power over the economy now exercised by an unaccountable Federal Reserve Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next step would be to convene a web conference of all 50 governors, to explain that although the Federal government does not have the constitutional power to run the disbanded departments and programs, there is nothing in the US Constitution that prevents the states from doing so, assuming they want to tax their own citizens for those things. At the end of the first web conference, all 50 governors would email a list with their nominees, 2 people for each congressional vacancy, for their states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would followup with all the nominees in a second web conference, with me and the 4 incumbent legislators. We would interview them, then I will appoint temporary replacements for the 431 House and Senate vacancies, choosing the candidate with the best grasp of the Constitution from the Governor's nominee lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calling the new Congress into session later that day, I would work with them to pass 2 amendments the Constitution to outlaw pork barrel spending, and add a mechanism to quickly remove from office any Federal office holder that attempts to circumvent the Constitutional limits henceforth. Powers granted to the President and the Congress can only be added to by further amending the Constitution in the manner listed in the Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these amendments are passed by 2/3 of both Houses of Congress, I would forward the text to the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next to last thing I would do would be to ask Congress for a bill to reconfigure the federal budget to one better fitting the proper Constitutional limits to federal power. This bill would allow for previously nderfunded constitutional agencies to be fully funded, and the remainder of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; tax revenues would be refunded to the tax payers. This bill would not go into effect until the Constitutional amendments were ratified by 2/3 of the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last act of the day, I would issue two executive orders stating that all surplus federal employees that have their jobs eliminated can apply for any open positions in the remaining departments, including the Department of Defense. This executive order called for all remaining department managers and Cabinet Secretaries to provide assistance to all former Federal employees as possible, and to provide referrals to any State government programs that perform a similar function to the illegitimate former Federal one.&lt;br /&gt;The second executive order mandated that all remaining federal employees will have to go through a thorough customer service re-training to understand that they serve the citizens, who are in effect their customers. All federal employees will be required to master good customer service techniques, and undergo periodic customer service refresher training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-407623655846668908?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/407623655846668908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=407623655846668908' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/407623655846668908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/407623655846668908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/mystery-topic-challenge-4.html' title='Mystery Topic Challenge #4'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-7863834255838846242</id><published>2007-11-12T20:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:09:23.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving Day 11</title><content type='html'>Today, although it only did so for a few minutes on my way to work this morning, I am thankful for the rain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a little kid, I have enjoyed the slap of the windshield wipers, and the smell of rain in the air. There are few things more enjoyable than sitting on the porch, and watching the rain  come down. Unless the rain is also bringing tornados - then it is not so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-7863834255838846242?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7863834255838846242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=7863834255838846242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7863834255838846242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7863834255838846242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-11.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving Day 11'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-2887143281716369624</id><published>2007-11-11T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:59:59.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving Days 9 and 10</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of &lt;a href="http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-8.html"&gt;Fridays post&lt;/a&gt;, I decided that for this Thanksgiving series, I would to honor the Sabbath by not posting.  Ok, so actually I forgot to do a Thanksgiving post. So today will be a double dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I am thankful for the smell of biscuits baking, and the taste of hot biscuits and gravy.  Speaking of biscuits and gravy,  occasionally when I eat them, it brings back memories of college days. Anyone who was at Ouachita Baptist University in Arkansas in the late 80's/early 90's sure remembers Singing Minnie at Walts. And for some reason, she is associated with pancakes, and biscuits and gravy on Saturday mornings for me, and the memory of her crazy songs just adds to the enjoyment of the biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. I would like to express my thanks to all US Veterans, of which my brother is one. So, to him and all the others - Thank you,  and God speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-2887143281716369624?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2887143281716369624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=2887143281716369624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/2887143281716369624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/2887143281716369624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-days-9-and-10.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving Days 9 and 10'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-5084774897800678786</id><published>2007-11-10T06:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T08:12:36.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Either I am going crazy or someone is trying to tell me something</title><content type='html'>I normally don't put much stock in people's claims to "see a vision" or "God told me such and such". I am not saying God hasn't and doesn't communicate that way, because &lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Genesis+37"&gt;He&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Acts+10%3A9-48"&gt;has&lt;/a&gt;.  But as these types of claims tend to be made by people that, to put it charitably, seem to  either rely more on emotional hysteria than common sense in their day to day lives, or are trying to make a fast buck, or a million. So, I am skeptical.  Again, I know God can communicate anyway He wants, but it seems to me that actual dreams and visions are rare, and that in most claims, I doubt that it was God talking rather than late night indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to my current dilemma. When I was in Russia a month and a half ago, I had a certain dream that I will describe in a few minutes. I had the same dream again last night. Now normally, when I have wild dreams, I chalk it up to my overactive imagination (see my sidebar about me being a frustrated writer), but this time I am wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in my first dream, the Russian government passes a 2 part  law that effectively expels all foreigners then living in Russia. This law called for all foreigners to leave in a matter of days, and called for all non-personal property, ie cars, flats, furniture and bank accounts over a certain value, to be forfeited by them. In my dream this was causing a great deal of chaos, as our American friends living in Russia scrambled to pack, arrange travel, and housing in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part was that all "foreign" religions, other than Russian Orthodoxy and Islam, were outlawed, and any Russian national in a non approved religion would have to either convert, leave the country permanently, or face imprisonment.  In my dream then, my wife and I helped three students and their non-Orthodox Christian family members navigate through the US immigration bureaucracy to help them get legal asylum in the US, and then two of the families lived with us in our house for a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, when I told my wife about this, we both were laughing, and thinking my imagination had run amok overnight once again, and I put it aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had the same dream, with the same events. Russian government again expelled all foreigners, with only their personal items, and chaos ensues. The government also outlawed all religions except for Orthodox and islam, and wife and I open our home to some Russian Christians and family members we know. However this time, at the end of this dream, I got a strong sense that I was being asked a question - would I be willing to open my home and take my time and limited money to do this? Would I be willing to house and provide shelter for these fellow believers, not just ones I had met in Russia on past trips, but strangers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I don't know. I would like to think I would, but I don't know.  In any case, as with the first dream, I am inclined to again chalk up this second dream to my overactive imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for this - the Russian government recently changed the visa rules in such a way that it effectively ends the ministry of many Western Christian workers currently living in Russia. It is my understanding that most of these folks are on a multiple entry visa, and now these individuals have to leave the country after 90 days, and cannot return for another 90 days. In addition, they will need to apply for another visa to come back, and whereas before, this application could be made in a neighboring country, such as Finland or the Ukraine, now the applicant has to apply in their home country. This is causing a great deal of confusion, as it is unclear how these new rules will be interpreted by the various Russian embassies and consulates,  and many Christian workers are not sure how they can continue to effectively work if they are having to be out of the country for half the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than that, this latest action seems to be part of a trend of a rising Russian hyper-nationalism over the last few years, that as an American who remembers at least part of the Cold War, seems ominous.  I say this as someone who greatly admires Russia, and Russian people, some of which I consider to be some of my dearest friends. And I say this as someone who would love nothing better for my Russian friends to see a Russia that is strong, prosperous, and most of all, offering freedom to its citizens and peace to its neighbors. Instead I see a Russia that is strong, and thanks to overly high oil prices, increasingly prosperous. But also Russia  where freedom, what post Soviet freedom there was, is in peril. And a Russia where I can certainly see where the religious freedom enjoyed in Russia since the fall of the Soviet Union may once again disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in light of these recent events, that I wonder if I am off my nut, or if these two dreams may indeed be God trying to get my attention. And if so, what it is He is wanting me to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-5084774897800678786?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5084774897800678786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=5084774897800678786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5084774897800678786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5084774897800678786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_10.html' title='Either I am going crazy or someone is trying to tell me something'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-8526270341297177438</id><published>2007-11-09T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:52:45.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving Day 8</title><content type='html'>Thank God it's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, I know that is such a cliche. But I really cannot think of a better way to say what I am thankful for today, other than it is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not Jewish, and to my knowledge never have been, there is something about the way the Jewish Sabbath evening is celebrated that strikes something deep and joyful within my soul. I don't know exactly what it is, and perhaps I will never know.  Perhaps it is because, in my mind at least, that the Sabbath was meant to be a weekly Thanksgiving Day - a time that is routinely set aside to stop our busyness, to cease from laboring, and to celebrate God's provision and goodness for that week.  Not so much out of duty, as out of gratitude, it is altogether proper to celebrate these things; for our ability to work for our living, for our families* and friends that make worthwhile the drudgery of working for a living, and ultimately for life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabat shalom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* at least families as they ideally are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-8526270341297177438?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8526270341297177438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=8526270341297177438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/8526270341297177438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/8526270341297177438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-8.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving Day 8'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-1954888380359706927</id><published>2007-11-08T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:33:59.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving Day 7</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for a red-light free commute home, a warm happy tail-wagging greeting, and a tasty, quickly prepared supper. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-1954888380359706927?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1954888380359706927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=1954888380359706927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1954888380359706927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/1954888380359706927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-7.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving Day 7'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-4769924980500381072</id><published>2007-11-07T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:09:37.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving Day 6</title><content type='html'>Ok so my car needs fixing  - badly - brakes are squealing and growling,  and I have no funds to get it done.  So I hate my job, and am wanting to get back into a company where I actually know the big boss,. And I am not happy that I wasn't able to afford what I wanted to do for my wife on our recent anniversary, and likely won't be able to do what I want for her upcoming birthday and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not going to dwell on that. When I look at my life right now, It is what it is. So, instead I am going to choose to be thankful for what I do have today, instead of resentful for what I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am thankful today that I have a car that (mostly) accomplishes it's task of getting me to and from work, and I am thankful that I have a job at all, and I am glad to know that I have a wife who can write creative, and very funny, pieces like &lt;a href="http://bun-girl.blogspot.com/2007/11/write-letter-win-custom-blog-header.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-4769924980500381072?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4769924980500381072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=4769924980500381072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/4769924980500381072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/4769924980500381072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-6.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving Day 6'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-7952314823908049816</id><published>2007-11-06T20:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:57:43.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 5</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day that I really began to wonder if I would be able to make it all 30 days. As you probably heard, today was Election Day. And while I am yearly becoming more and more cynical about politics, (or should I say politicians?) and probably could spend another month ranting about how our Republic is in sad shape these days, in keeping with the theme this month, I will refrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though that I am thankful for is this - whether or not it is a illusion or no, the fact that we as citizens have the privilege of being able to cast a ballot, and in some small way effect what the Government does (or does to us quoth Cynic-a-moose); this is what I am thankful for today. The universal adult franchise is so radical a notion when you look at the vastness of human history, and specifically the "Grand Experiment" we have had at Constitutional republicanism, is pretty much unmatched. I am at times in awe of the genius and insight into the reality of humanity's innate lust for power over others,  that led the US Constitution's framers to create one of the most profound systems of government this world has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am also thankful that the spiders crawling up my nose last night was only just a bad dream....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-7952314823908049816?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7952314823908049816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=7952314823908049816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7952314823908049816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7952314823908049816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-5.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 5'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-7545567413336045388</id><published>2007-11-05T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:11:14.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 4</title><content type='html'>Today I was distracted by much busyness at my work all day long, and I was running to do this and talking to prospects about that, and the next thing I knew, I was in the car on the way home. The ride home was the first time all day that I had to reflect on what I am thankful for today.  And between impatience at the drivers who don't seem to understand the concept of "green means go", and the radio antics of Mike and Cobra on The Ticket, it occurred to me that I love work days where I am busy every minute of the time I am at work, as those are the days that go fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially I love it it the day in question is a Monday or a Friday. So since today was assuredly Monday, I am thankful that I had a busy day, because it means that I can get on with enjoying the rest of the day with the wife and our 4 dog pack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-7545567413336045388?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7545567413336045388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=7545567413336045388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7545567413336045388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7545567413336045388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-4.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 4'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-7466219622482249843</id><published>2007-11-04T11:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:33:45.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 3</title><content type='html'>It is upper 60's today, with little wind and blue sky, so that is what I am thankful for today. So much so that as soon I get done with what I need to get done today, I think I am going outside to enjoy this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-7466219622482249843?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7466219622482249843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=7466219622482249843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7466219622482249843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/7466219622482249843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 3'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-228385214934409285</id><published>2007-11-03T15:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T15:11:18.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 2</title><content type='html'>Today I have two things. First of all, the dogs were fairly quiet this morning, and did not start getting too rambunctious until after 7 AM rather than their usual 5 AM, and they all quickly and quietly did their business outside, came back in, and managed to lay down and be quiet for another hour and a half, allowing me to sleep a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing  I am thankful for today is that the repairs needed on our car, to make it pass inspection, were not more than I had allocated for them, so I didn't have to tap into our gasoline or food money this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-228385214934409285?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/228385214934409285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=228385214934409285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/228385214934409285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/228385214934409285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-2_03.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving - Day 2'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-4105959761018638626</id><published>2007-11-02T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:58:11.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, when I was a university student, I was involved, albeit peripherally, with our local Campus Crusade for Christ group. One of the best memories I have is our weekly "Hour of Power" nights, where many of us would gather to sing, fellowship, and afterwards,  go do some group activity like bowling or country dancing. One of the songs we would sing had the lyrics "Rejoice evermore. Pray without ceasing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In everything give thanks.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is commonly said, almost to the point of being a cliche, that we have so much to be thankful for. So, I am going to put that idea to the test this month, since it is the month where Thanksgiving Day is celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I am going to make an effort to think (honestly, and not merely for the sake of blog filler) of something in my life that I am thankful for, and why. I don't know that I will succeed in writing something every day, but I am committing to making an effort. And who knows, maybe this will help make me less of a grouch, which will make my wife thankful. And that is always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start this month of Thanksgiving by saying that I am thankful for my wife. I am fully aware, often painfully so, that I all too often fail to love her in the way that she would like me to, and I am thankful specifically for her patience and forgiving spirit in spite of my frequent idiocy. We just celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary a few days ago, and while I was not able to do what I wanted, for financial reasons, I think we had a very good day anyway. After all this time, I am in awe that anyone would love me enough to want to spend her life with me. So there you go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-4105959761018638626?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4105959761018638626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=4105959761018638626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/4105959761018638626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/4105959761018638626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-thanksgiving.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-5439463477744339981</id><published>2007-10-23T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:00:48.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom is scary, Part 2</title><content type='html'>In my previous post, I posited the opinion that there is something deep inside human nature that is somewhat afraid of freedom.  And this is one of the reasons, unspoken and possibly unconscious, why many people cannot or will not come to grips with the claims of orthodox (small O) Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this may be that there is an innate lust for power over others, that flows as an undercurrent in most human relationships. In  religious circles, this often manifests as legalism and pressure from the group on individuals to conform, to be "good Christians". The idea here is that Christian freedom, is simply freedom from the wages of sin, and nothing more. The law is still in full force - just some specific provisions may have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, freedom often gets mistaken for licentiousness, which in its basic form, is essentially enslaving oneself to ones own passions. Christ's death paid for my sins, so now I am free to do what I want, so I will. And in many cases, these two extremes play off each other. The licentious son rebels against the restrictions of the legalistic father, and the legalistic mother recoils against the chaos of her licentious daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, neither of these extremes reflect the freedom for which Christ died.&lt;br /&gt; For the religious legalist, the idea that Christ's death fulfilled the Laws requirements, while not abrogating the Law, is anathema. The expectation is that therefore the Christian life is still a series of dos and don'ts. Not the same ones, but requirements all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise for the licentious person, Christ's death covers all, so the idea that there should be any guidelines for behavior is also anathema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since Freedom, in the Christian sense, is neither legalism, exchanging one master for another, and it is not anything goes, but has guidelines, what can we conclude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul faced a similar idea when he addressed the Corinthian church on the topic of eating meat addressed to idols.  In effect, he said let it be as you think best.  He did not add a dietary law, so he did not push a legalistic approach, telling the Corinthians they were not allowed to eat this meat. However neither did he instruct the believers who had no qualms with eating the meat to just go willy nilly eating this meat, regardless of the feelings and perceptions of the other believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, Paul taught what I believe is the core of freedom. What Paul offered was the idea, that we could voluntarily abstain from exercising our freedom, out of love and respect for where others were in their understanding of Christ's sacrifice, and his Grace that he offered in that sacrifice. If the others had a legitimate conscience problem with eating meat sacrificed to idols,  those that didn't were encouraged to allow the other party the freedom to not have their consciences violated. And at the same time, those that had objections to the practice of eating meat, were encouraged to allow those that had no problem the freedom to do so, without adding conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a believer in Christ, we are free from the wages of our sins.  But I believe there is more, much more, to freedom than a one time pardon. We are also set on the road to freedom as well. We are free from the need and desire to rule over others, whether in a one on one relationship, and in larger groups. We are set free from the need to try to earn our way into heaven by following one set of rules, or a different set. And we are free to fail at any thing, and still be forgiven. Not only forgiven by Christ, but free to forgive one another, as we all wait for the Day when we will be free from the pains of this world, and freed into the joys of the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-5439463477744339981?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5439463477744339981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=5439463477744339981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5439463477744339981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/5439463477744339981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/10/freedom-is-scary-part-2.html' title='Freedom is scary, Part 2'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-164795176685195253</id><published>2007-10-18T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:34:09.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom is scary, Part I</title><content type='html'>I just returned from my 4th year to go to Ekaterinburg, Russia, with a team from &lt;a href="http://www.northwestbible.org/"&gt;Northwest Bible Church&lt;/a&gt; in Dallas, TX, and once again God showed me something from the Word that never really resonated before, from one of our daily NBC team devotionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to prepare one for our team for the first weekday after wife and I arrived, and in my typical fashion, I didn't prepare for anything for as long as I could avoid it. So that morning I finally started thinking what to speak on, and Galatians Chapter 5 verse 1 popped into my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                    "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not&lt;br /&gt;                    let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got to thinking on this verse, I recalled the scene at the end of the film, Schindler's List, where the Jewish prisoners at Brinnlitz were left alone. The German guards had all fled the day before, with Oskar and Emilie Schindler leaving that night.  The next morning, all the freed prisoners were still sitting on the ground when a Russia soldier rode up on  horseback, and told them that they had been liberated.  Yet everyone stayed seated, and one older man asked " What do we do now?"  This has always seemed rather odd to me, since it would stand to reason that the prisoners would have immediately taken advantage of their freedom from inhuman and unthinkable bondage, and ran from the Brinnlitz camp as fast as their feet would carry them, and yet they stayed.&lt;br /&gt;From my university days, I seem to remember similar anecdotes of slaves in the American South that stayed around the plantations, even after the Union army had arrived and taken control of that area of the Confederacy, and word was delivered of the Emancipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea, that people would prefer to stay and live as if they were still in bondage, even if they have been liberated, seems strange to me.  And even more strange, it seems that even when a people have tasted freedom, there is a strong tendency to trade that freedom for slavery once more, in certain circumstances. But the more I thought about it, not only that day, but since last week, it seems more of a default position for human behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a political level, more and more it seems that many, if not the majority of my countrymen seem fine with exchanging liberty for a sense of security. Or on a financial level, many would rather live as slaves to the credit card companies, or to the mortgage banker, or to their jobs, in order to have a newer shinier car, or another 1000 square feet in the house, or what ever they desire that may not be within their means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it is in the spiritual arena that I believe this willingness to trade freedom for bondage is most often seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of His ministry, Jesus was proclaiming liberty to the captives. From the way He treated those that the society of the day deemed less than worthy, and from His sermons and parables, one of the subtexts of everything He said and done was a message of liberation: not only from the wages of our sin against a holy God, but freedom to love others as we are loved. Freedom to see how God values others, and ourselves, and from the knowledge of that, freedom to live accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it seems that often people would ask Him " what must I do?" to earn this freedom of eternal life. In other words, what rituals or rules must we follow...To what regimen shall we submit to?&lt;br /&gt;I feel that is a response from our natural self, for we often fail to truly understand what it means to live freely. Or if we do understand, we are afraid of the ramifications of a life of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have more on this in a day or two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-164795176685195253?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/164795176685195253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=164795176685195253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/164795176685195253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/164795176685195253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/10/freedom-is-scary-part-i.html' title='Freedom is scary, Part I'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620910289241597699.post-8560168244070553814</id><published>2007-10-16T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:21:42.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a GrumpaMoose?</title><content type='html'>OK, what is a GrumpaMoose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am often grumpy and grouchy, so a GrumpaMoose is what my wife named me. The moose part I do not quite get, but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't set out in life to be a grouch, and I really don't know where or when I started being one. But as the saying goes, "Life Sucks, but God is Good", I think I fixate too much on the first part and often forget the second part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, if you lived with 4 partly to mostly insane dogs, you would be grumpy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I am again taking up this blogging thing, after an absence of some months. Some of what I write may make you laugh, or annoy you to the nth degree.  Sometimes both.  Especially since I will be coming from an Evangelical Christian, and politically semi-cynical worldview,  annoyance may likely result.  I am who I am, and if this viewpoint is not your cup of tea, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;But I will hope and trust that it will always be enjoyable and perhaps occasionally thought provoking. While I will of course enjoy and ask for your comments, especially if you disagree what I write, please be aware that I am extremely stubborn, and probably unpersuadable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620910289241597699-8560168244070553814?l=grump-a-moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8560168244070553814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620910289241597699&amp;postID=8560168244070553814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/8560168244070553814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620910289241597699/posts/default/8560168244070553814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grump-a-moose.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-grumpamoose.html' title='What is a GrumpaMoose?'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974500307193089780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
