Think

WHERE ARE THE OBAMA
GIRLFRIENDS?

Think about this

and see if there's anything here you don't believe!

I hadn't thought about
this - but where are Obama's past girlfriends, surely he had at least one? No
past girlfriends popping up anywhere? Strange, strange to the point of being
downright weird!

OK, this is just plain
old common sense, no political agendas for either side. Just common knowledge
for citizens of a country, especially American citizens, who know every little
tidbit about every other president (and their wives) that even know that Andrew
Jackson's wife smoked a corn cob pipe and was accused of adultery, or that
Lincoln never went to school or Kennedy wore a back brace, or Truman played the
piano.

We are Americans! Our
media vets these things out! We are known for our humanitarian interests and
caring for our fellow man.' We care, but none of us know one single humanizing
fact about the history of our own president.

Honestly, and this is a
personal thing... but it's bugged me for years that no one who ever dated him
ever showed up. Taken his charisma, which caused the women to be drawn to him
so obviously during his campaign, looks like some lady would not have missed
the opportunity.

We all know about JFK's
magnetism, McCain was no monk, Palin's courtship and even her athletic prowess
were probed. Biden's aneurisms are no secret. Look at Cheney and Clinton, we
all know about their heart problems. How could I have left out Wild Bill before
or during the White House?

Nope... not one lady has
stepped up and said, "He was soooo shy," or "What a great
dancer!" Now look at the rest of what we know... no classmates, not even
the recorder for the Columbia class notes ever heard of him.

Who was the best man at
his wedding? Start there. Check for groomsmen. Then get the footage of the
graduation ceremony.

Has anyone talked to the
professors? Isn't it odd that no one is bragging that they knew him or taught
him or lived with him.

When did he meet Michele
and how? Are there photos? Every president provides the public with all their
photos, etc. for their library. What has he released? Nada – other than what
was in this so-called biography! And experts who study writing styles etc.
claim it was not O's own words or typical of his speech patterns, etc.

Does this make any of
you wonder?

Ever wonder why no one
ever came forward from Obama's past, saying they knew him, attended school with
him, was his friend, etc.? Not one person has ever come forward from his past.

This should really be a
cause for great concern. Did you see the movie titled, The Manchurian
Candidate?

Let's face it. As
insignificant as we all are... someone whom we went to school with remembers
our name or face... someone remembers we were the clown or the dork or the
brain or the quiet one or the bully or something about us.

George Stephanopoulos,
ABC News said the same thing during the 2008 campaign. Even George questions
why no one has acknowledged that the president was in their classroom or ate in
the same cafeteria or made impromptu speeches on campus. Stephanopoulos was a
classmate of Obama at Columbia , class of 1984. He says he never had a single
class with him. Since he is such a great orator, why doesn't anyone in Obama's
college class remember him? And, why won't he allow Columbia to release his
records? Do you like millions of others, simply assume all this is explainable
- even though no one can?

NOBODY REMEMBERS OBAMA
AT COLUMBIA

Looking for evidence of
Obama's past, Fox News contacted 400 Columbia University students from the
period when Obama claims to have been there, but not one remembers him. For
example, Wayne Allyn Root was (like Obama) a political science major at
Columbia , who graduated in 1983. In 2008, Root says of Obama, "I don't
know a single person at Columbia that knew him, and they all know me. I don't
have a single classmate who ever knew Barack Obama at Columbia ... EVER!

Nobody recalls him.

Root adds that he was,
"Class of '83 political science, pre-law" and says, "You don't
get more exact or closer than that.. Never met him in my life, don't know
anyone who ever met him."

At our 20th class
reunion five years ago, who was asked to be the speaker of the class? Me. No
one ever heard of Barack! And five years ago, nobody even knew who he was. The
guy who writes the class notes, who's kind of the, as we say in New York , 'the
macha' who knows everybody, has yet to find a person, a human who ever met
him."

Obama's photograph does
not appear in the school's yearbook, and Obama consistently declines requests
to talk about his years at Columbia , provide school records, or provide the
name of any former classmates or friends while at Columbia . How can this be?

NOTE: Wayne Allyn Root
can easily be verified. He graduated valedictorian from his high school,
Thornton- Donovan School , then graduated from Columbia University in 1983 as a
Political Science major in the same '83 class in which Barack Hussein Obama
states he was.

Some other interesting
questions.

Why was Obama's law
license inactivated in 2002?

Why was Michelle's law
license inactivated by court order?

According to the U.S.
Census, there is only one Barack Obama - but 27 Social Security numbers and
over 80 aliases..

WHAT!?

The Social Security
number he uses now originated in Connecticut where he is never reported to have
lived. No wonder all his records are sealed!

Please continue sending
this out to everyone. Somewhere, someone had to know him in school... before he
"reorganized" Chicago and burst upon the scene at the 2004 Democratic
Convention and made us swoon with his charm, poise, and speaking pizzazz.

One of the biggest CONS
this country has ever seen, and getting away with it. This is scary on many
levels! He's the most dishonest deceiving liar to ever darken the White
House!!!

If life was easy...

3/9/12 Friday
If life was easy it would be boring. It is the hard times, the difficulties that make us strong and resilient. Of course there are times we wish it wasn’t quite as hard and sure could use a break, a little vacation from difficulties so to speak. But such is life, always full of surprises and challenges. I see it has once again been a while since I wrote in this blog so there is lots of catching up to do.

Just had a call from my friend, Ricardo. We talked a bit about church and things. He apologized for not contacting me despite my sending text messages to keep in touch. I expressed that my concern was he had been told something by the gossips, who had been an integral part of us being kicked out of the church, that had caused him to withdraw from us. He assured me that this was not the case and said that the fact is no one at that church says a word about me, and that the church seems to be full of secrets no one talks about. How sad it makes me to hear this, and I understand how it must grieve God’s heart too. Jesus said that the world would know we were His followers by our love. That is love for each other and love for all those who do not know God. So what happens that would cause a church, a group of people, to grow so cold and uncaring, meantime so proud of their “spirituality”? I will quote Jesus as found in Mathew 13 "Though seeing, they do not see; though hearing, they do not hear or understand. 14 In them is fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah: " 'You will be ever hearing but never understanding; you will be ever seeing but never perceiving. 15 For this people's heart has become calloused; they hardly hear with their ears, and they have closed their eyes. Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts and turn, and I would heal them.'

There is a slow progressive falling away that happens when you purposely harden your heart to what you know God wants you to do. Sometimes it is not so slow but often it happens at such a gradual rate that it is unnoticed by the person. Kind of like the story about boiling a frog. If you turn the heat up slowly the frog’s body gets used to the heat and it is unaware of the danger it is in, until it is too late. In the quote from Isaiah Jesus made we see that the hearts have become calloused. That happens over time as you work. My wife has once again picked up her guitar and the process of building up callouses on her finger tips is a slow and sometimes painful one. A heart becomes calloused in the same way, a little more with each compromise. These people “Hardly hear” with their ears because they only listen to what they want to hear. And notice that they purposely “Close their eyes”, a conscious act of their will to refuse to see what is before them. Stubbornly stiffening their necks, apparently not caring or acknowledging that they are in open rebellion to God. I pray for them still, every day.

Meantime, back on the farm things are moving along. I ordered strawberry plants and finally got them all planted. There are two kinds so I planted them in different parts of the farm. The ones out farthest already got hit by critters, I assume rabbits, so I made cages for them. I think I may need to make hundreds of these little cages for future plantings for the rabbits did incredible damage last year, forcing me to replant hundreds of cantaloupe several times. They aren’t hard to make, just time consuming.

Here you can see some of what I helped build. Doesn't look like much but when done it will easily manipulate 44,000 pound spools of wire.


I’ve been working in Odessa, helping one of my Kairos brothers build a custom truck for the oil field. It pays decent but sure is hard on my body. I am dealing with lots of heavy steel but the hard part isn’t the weight as much as it is working at countertop level. Lifting comes with a price but for me washing dishes creates lots of pain from having to bend over just slightly. I am grateful for the pain medication for sure. The work is really enjoyable as it involves lots of creativity. Jim has built several of these trucks before so he knows what they will look like, but for me right now it is just lots of little (and some not so little) parts cut so size and welded together so it is fascinating to see how it is slowly coming together.

It is a 90 mile round trip for me to go to Jim’s shop and Tuesday, as I drove to work, something blew on the truck. I drove the last 20 miles slowly on the shoulder of the interstate with my flashers on as the diesel popped and shook. It is parked at Jim’s place still. We pulled the valve cover that is on the side of the V-8 diesel that is easy to get to, hoping that this was the side the problem was on as getting to the other side requires pulling the turbo charger and intake manifold. We got lucky. There are two shafts that the rocker arms rotate on and one of them had broken, bending a pushrod and thus preventing the valve from opening. I ordered the parts for around eighty bucks and should be able to easily install them when they arrive next Tuesday. What a relief because if there was a bad valve or perhaps one broke inside the engine, it would require pulling the head and all kinds of expensive work we don’t have money for.

This morning we woke up to no water. The well pump has been going downhill for some time now, getting weaker and producing all kinds of shredded pvc plastic that has plugged up all our faucets, shower head, and everything else. I walked the half mile to the well and confirmed it no longer worked. Nuts. Called the guy who put it in and he didn’t seem anxious to work on it, giving us the number of someone else. Called him and he said he was booked up for a day or three. Called a third company, that I was referred to for another project we are working on, that will require a well to be drilled, and he will send a crew out as soon as they get done with the job they were on. Fortunately I have some barrels with rain water in them so we can use buckets to flush the toilet with. But till it gets fixed there is no bathwater, dishwater, or anything else.

Fortunately we had some light rain so the strawberries are watered. It is cold as all get out here, with 40 to 60 mph wind gusts blowing the cold right through the house. I am out of firewood but had some old oak pallets stacked in the back I am cutting up and burning for some heat. Still we are wearing our coats inside the house. There are some who delight in any hardship we endure. The religious ones probably see this as some kind of justification for their actions, saying “See, God is punishing them”. I see hardship as opportunity for God to show His providence, how He provides for those He loves. Hardships also teach us to depend on God, to practice our faith.

So today I am stuck at home. We are down to one vehicle and Cherie drove that to her job. I would have gone with her and driven the truck back but it is getting a new master brake cylinder put on. Thought the brakes just needed bleeding but guess we weren’t going to be that lucky.

I can do some research on that other project while stuck here and perhaps make some more plant cages. It’s pretty cold but I have a good coat. There are some areas to prepare for planting and plenty to do around the farm. With me working in Odessa there has been little time left to prepare for this year’s growing season and there is lots of preparing to do. But bills have to be paid and Jim asked me to help him just when we needed the funds. I see this too as the hand of God, providing just what we need when we need it.

Kairos prison ministry is gearing up for another 4 day event at the Fort Stockton prison as well as one at the prison in Lamesa. Doing two of these events together is quite taxing on both our time and resources. As always my heart goes out to those in need. We are surrounded by all sorts of needs, and I desperately want to help all we come in contact with, but am unable to. We know people who are wealthy and successful, yet so unfulfilled in life. We know those who are on the opposite side of the spectrum, who live on the “other side of the tracks” and not considered “acceptable” by some, who deem themselves better than others. All of them have the same basic need, and that is to know God, to truly believe in Him and submit their will to His. Rich and poor are all in the same boat, with the same answer available to them. God so loves the world, all of us, that He gave His only Son, so all who believe and turn away from what they know is wrong are forgiven totally. It’s a lifestyle change and brings with it a new life. All the old stuff passes away and all things become new.