Wednesday, November 28, 2007

The lesser of the Evils

I think there is a problem with most of the homeschooling community, Ron Paul (even though he is running as a Republican and has promised not to switch) is viewed as a Libertarian and thus would not deal harshly enough with drug dealers, abortion etc. so they are going to vote for the lesser of all the evils, Huckabee.

Here are a few reasons not to vote for Huckabee:

David Huckabee.
The Quakers believed (I'm not saying I agree %100 with them) that a man should be judged on how well his children turned out, so lets take a look at Mike Huckabee's son David.
David was fired from his job at a Boy Scout camp after he and a friend found and tortured a stray dog. I'm not an animal rights activist but when someone hangs a stray dog, but not to death, then slits the dogs throat, then stones the dog the rest of the way, I call that SICK.
He is shown below (the one in the pink boa).






Some people bring up the fact that Huckabee was a Baptist Preacher, is this true?
Yes and no, he was a preacher, but from quotes I've heard, he is a "cheap grace" preacher in the manner of the contemporary church.





Iraq and Iran.

Huckabee plans to stay in Iraq, a move I don't support, neither does a fair percentage of the troops. He also wants a war Iran, why? I don't know, maybe he wants to bring about the rapture, in the war with Iran he said he would not be against using Nukes.


He's an oath breaker.

While Governor of Arkansas Mike Huckabee had numerous grocery items charged to the Governor's Mansion and tried to take furniture from the same place when he left. He raised taxes because he said the court told him to, but happened to be video taped asking the legislature for the same taxes.

Vote for him if you dare.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

A short review on the A&E Horatio Hornblower series.

The Horatio Hornblower series is about a Englishman who, after the death of his parents, joins the Navy and goes from being a lowly midshipman to Captain of his own ship in the final episode.

Pros.

Good lighting, Good CG, Kinda Historically Accurate, Interesting Storyline and Impressive Naval Combat.

Cons.


Well I think I can sum up the cons with a quote attributed to Churchill,

"Don't talk to me about naval tradition. It's nothing but rum, licentiousness, and the lash."

There is a lot of character growth, but not always in a good way.

Oh, and the Irish are the bad guys so this gets a D.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Microsoft backs Anti-Hunters

Tis' a sorry state of affairs when a technically good company like Microsoft starts backing stupid libs like this.

http://www.buckeyefirearms.org/article4027.html

Thursday, October 11, 2007

The Strenuous Life



Eccl:9:10: Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.

"In speaking to you, men of the greatest city of the West, men who preeminently and distinctly embody all that is most American in the American character, I wish to preach, not the doctrine of ignoble ease, but the doctrine of the strenuous life, the life of toil and effort, of labor and strife; to preach that highest form of success which comes, not to the man who desires mere easy peace, but to the man who does not shrink from danger, from hardship, or from bitter toil, and who out of these wins the splendid ultimate triumph.


A life of slothful ease, a life of that peace which springs merely from lack either of desire or of power to strive after great things, is as little worthy of a nation as of an individual. I ask only that what every self-respecting American demands from himself and from his sons shall be demanded of the American nation as a whole. Who among you would teach you boys that ease, that peace, is to be the first consideration in their eyes -- to be the ultimate goal after which they strive? You men of Chicago have made this city great, you men of Illinois have done your share, and more than your share, in making America great, because you neither preach nor practice such a doctrine. You work yourselves, and you bring up your sons to work. If you are rich and are worth your salt, you will teach your sons that though they may have leisure, it is not to be spent in idleness; for wisely used leisure merely means that those who possess it, being free from the necessity of working for their livelihood, are all the more bound to carry on some kind of non-remunerative work in science, in letters, in art, in exploration, in historical research -- work of the type we most need in this country, the successful carrying out of which reflects most honor upon the nation. We do not admire the man of timid peace. We admire the man who embodies victorious effort; the man who never wrongs his neighbor, who is prompt to help a friend, but who has those virile qualities necessary to win in the stern strife of actual life. It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed. In this life we get nothing save by effort. Freedom from effort in the present merely means that there has been stored up effort in the past. A man can be freed from the necessity of work only by the fact that he or his fathers before him have worked to good purpose. If the freedom thus purchased is used aright, and the man still does actual work, though of a different kind, whether as a writer or a general, whether in the field of politics or in the field of exploration and adventure, he shows he deserves his good fortune. But if he treats this period of freedom from the need of actual labor as a period, not of preparation, but of mere enjoyment, even though perhaps not of vicious enjoyment, he shows that he is simply a cumberer of the earth's surface, and he surely unfits himself to hold his own with his fellows if the need to do so should again arise. A mere life of ease is not in the end a very satisfactory life, and, above all, it is a life which ultimately unfits those who follow it for serious work in the world.


In the last analysis a healthy state can exist only when the men and women who make it up lead clean, vigorous, healthy lives; when the children are so trained that they shall endeavor, not to shirk difficulties, but to overcome them; not to seek ease, but to know how to wrest triumph from toil and risk. The man must be glad to do a man's work, to dare and endure and to labor; to keep himself, and to keep those dependent upon him. The woman must be the housewife, the helpmeet of the homemaker, the wise and fearless mother of many healthy children. In one of Daudet's powerful and melancholy books he speaks of "the fear of maternity, the haunting terror of the young wife of the present day." When such words can be truthfully written of a nation, that nation is rotten to the heart's core. When men fear work or fear righteous war, when women fear motherhood, they tremble on the brink of doom; and well it is that they should vanish from the earth, where they are fit subjects for the scorn of all men and women who are themselves strong and brave and high-minded.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

9/11



GOD of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget-lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
The Captains and the Kings depart;
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!


Far-called our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire;
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!


If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,

Or lesser breeds without the Law
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!


For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard.
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!

Monday, September 10, 2007

Counter Attack



Well, I just read a really good book called Outside Hollywood, by Mr. Issac Botkin.

It's an very interesting book about what the mentality of Christian Filmmakers ought to be, challenging us to make sure our theological facts are straight before even thinking about making a movie.

He also shows what a bunch of narcissistic Marxist blow-hards, Hollywood actors, writers, and producers are.

Another important point he makes is not to sell to Hollywood, they might give you money for a good script, but they will tweak it for sure if it has any Christian value in it. He has a quote in the book from a well known Hollywood actor who said that in Hollywood, "They'll give you $40,000 for a kiss but only a dime for your soul."

I highly recomend this book, even if you are not interested in filmaking.


Semper Fi.



~Mike.

Monday, August 06, 2007

The little Man.

I've been looking at the last couple of posts from our family's blog that my Dad writes, and kinda reminded me of the chorus from Alan Jackson's song The Little Man,

Now the court square is just a set of streets
people look around but they seldom think
about the little man that built this town
before the big money shut em' down and killed the little man.

I would encourage Y'all to look at the last three posts on the Rehoboth farm blog.

In other news, I got back from Scout Camp in pretty much one piece, and I'm on my way to Eagle scout, I'm planning on going on a 5 day (50 mile) hiking trip in the Smokey Mountains this November.


Semper Fi.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Saturday, June 02, 2007

MacPhersons Lament.

Here is my first attempt at posting a video.

Haze

Take a look at this link.

It's even a bit hazy around here, but now with some rain that will change.

I have not been doing much lately, mostly fishin', swimin', and studyin' for the Jamestown 400 up in Virginia next week.
With the Lord's help we made it into the final 100 people who get to go search for a bunch of gold coins and Lord willing we'll find it.

I have to go now, but I'll try to post some more on the way up to Virginia now that I have a mobile wireless thang on the lap top.

Talk to Ya'll later,

~Mike.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Bluegrass (sort of)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FLGmRk-I3s


They are actually singing in English believe it or not.

I think their real good.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Discrimination, 19th Century Style

The following was a real ad in a newspaper of the past.
No red-headed kids, please.

I'm a dacint boy, just landed from the town of Ballyfad;
I want a situation: yis, I want it mighty bad.
I saw a place advartised. It's the thing for me, says I;
But the dirty spalpeen ended with: No Irish need apply.
Whoo! says I; but that's an insult though to get the place I'll try.
So, I wint to see the blaggar with: No Irish need apply.
I started off to find the house, I got it mighty soon;
There I found the ould chap saited: he was reading the TRIBUNE.
I tould him what I came for, whin he in a rage did fly:
No! says he, you are a Paddy, and no Irish need apply!
Thin I felt my dandher rising, and I'd like to black his eye
To tell an Irish Gintleman: No Irish need apply!
I couldn't stand it longer: so, a hoult of him I took,
And I gave him such a welting as he'd get at Donnybrook.
He hollered: Millia murther! and to get away did try,
And swore he'd never write again: No Irish need apply.
He made a big apology; I bid him thin good-bye,
Saying: Whin next you want abating, add: No Irish need apply!

Sure, I've heard that in America it always is the plan
That an Irishman is just as good as any other man;
A home and hospitality they never will deny
The stranger here, or ever say: No Irish need apply.
But some black sheep are in the flock: a dirty lot, say I;
A dacint man will never write: No Irish need apply!
Sure, Paddy's heart is in his hand, as all the world does know,
His praties and his whiskey he will share with friend or foe;
His door is always open to the stranger passing by;
He never thinks of saying: None but Irish may apply.
And, in Columbia's history, his name is ranking high;
Thin, the take the knaves that write: No Irish need apply!
Ould Ireland on the battle-field a lasting fame has made;
We all have heard of Meagher's men, and Corcoran's brigade.
Though fools may flout and bigots rave, and fanatics may cry,
Yet when they want good fighting-men, the Irish may apply,
And when for freedom and the right they raise the battle-cry,
Then the Rebel ranks begin to think: No Irish need apply.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

This two faced goverment of ours.

Read this.
Soooo we can send in A.T.F. to attack a man, kill his wife and child, because he went to a church that the government didn't like, and sold a illegal gun (if the Constitution says there is such a thing) to an Agent (after the A.T.F. nagged him for weeks) but we can't do anything about this?

Oh yeah I forgot, the U.N. is gonna take care of this.

Has Iran forgot that AMERICA is the only country that has used the A-Bomb?
Have they also forgot that Israel is a country that is within striking range of them? that should scare most people.

But don't worry islam is a PEACEFUL religion,

Yeah right.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Troop Mobilization. March 3rd, 2007

I took a couple of pictures of what me and my troop had to clean up after a tornado came through earlier this month .

Enjoy!













I am going to upload some more pictures this afternoon, including a couple of what the house above looked like on the inside, and maybe for the first time in history I'll upload a video onto my blog.

Semper Fi!

-Mike.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

I have returned



I am about to go squirrel hunting, so I figured I would add another patriotic speech before I go.
I will return.



I have returned.
By the grace of Almighty God our forces stand again on Philippine soil -- soil consecrated in the blood of our two peoples.
We have come, dedicated and committed, to the task of destroying every vestige of enemy control over your daily lives, and of restoring, upon a foundation of indestructible, strength, the liberties of your people.

At my side is your President, Sergio Osmena,
worthy successor of that great patriot, Manuel Quezon,
with members of his cabinet.
The seat of your government is now therefore firmly re- established on Philippine soil.
The hour of your redemption is here.
Your patriots have demonstrated an unswerving and resolute devotion to the principles of freedom that challenges the best that is written on the pages of human history.

I now call upon your supreme effort that the enemy may know from the temper of an aroused and outraged people within that he has a force there to contend with no less violent than is the force committed from without.
Rally to me.
Let the indomitable spirit of Bataan and Corregidor lead on.
As the lines of battle roll forward to bring you within the zone of operations,
rise and strike.

Strike at every favorable opportunity.
For your homes and hearths, strike!
For future generations of your sons and daughters, strike!
In the name of your sacred dead, strike!
Let no heart be faint.
Let every arm be steeled!
The guidance of divine God points the way.
Follow in His Name to the Holy Grail of righteous victory!

Douglas MacArthur

Thursday, February 08, 2007

I had an assignment the other day, which included writing an essay on Proverbs 6: 16-19, which is, "These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him:
A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,
An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief,
A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren."

I worked for about an hour on the essay but it just didn't sound right so out of desperation I wrote a poem so I could wind up my schooling for the rest of the day, but Mom liked it so much that she asked me to put it on my blog.

What I have gained by Arguing

I do not like to argue
but this much must I say
I do it on a regular basis
just about everyday

I argue about my room
About Livvy washing my clothes
But in the end all I get
Is a whap across the nose.

My twin sisters don’t like to argue
They just like to tattle tale
But when Emmy gets mad with me
My face turns awful pale

Arguing does not gain you much
If anything, the boot
And afterwards the other persons anger is acute

So I end this little poem
Full of fussing and of strife
To promise to live a less argumentative life.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Hey Ya'll!

Well I had a good time, freezing to death, falling into thorn bushes, Finding a cemetery 100 yards from my campsite, Getting chased by a coyote, Okay it might not have been that bad, I did really have a good time.

Here are couple Pics from the Boy Scouts trip











Simper Fi!

(And a very late happy new year!)

It was on a dreary New Years day
when the shade of night came down,
a lorry load of volunteers approached the border town.
There were men from Dublin and from Cork,
Fermanagh and Tyrone,
But the leader was a Limerick man
Sean South of Garryowen.

And as they moved along the street
up to the barracks door ,
They scorned the danger the would meet
the fate that lay in store.
They were fighting for old Ireland
and for their very own,
And the foremost of this gallant band
was South of Garryowen.

But the Seargent spoiled their daring plans
he spied them through the door,
And with sten guns and with rifle
a hail of death did pour.
But before that awful night was past
two men lay cold as stone,
There was one from near the border
and one from Garryowen.

No more he'll hear the seagull cry
o'er the murmuring Shannon tide.
For he fell beneath a northern sky
brave O'Hanlon by his side.
They have gone to join that gallant band
of Plunkett Pearse and Tone,
Another martyr for old Ireland
Sean South of Garryowen.