About Obama

 Jack  Wheeler is a brilliant man who was the author of  Reagan's strategy to break the back of the  Soviet Union with the star wars race and expose  their inner weakness. For years he wrote a  weekly intelligence update that was extremely  interesting and well structured and informative.  He consults(ed) with several mega corporations  on global trends and the future, etc. He is in  semi-retirement now. He is a true patriot with a  no-nonsense approach to everything. He is also a  somewhat well-known mountain climber and  adventurer.
Written  by Dr. Jack  Wheeler   
   The  O-man, Barack Hussein Obama, is an eloquently  tailored empty suit. No resume, no  accomplishments, no experience, no original  ideas, no understanding of how the economy  works, no understanding of how the world works,  no balls, nothing but abstract, empty rhetoric  devoid of real substance.    
   He  has no real identity. He is half-white, which he  rejects. The rest of him is  mostly Arab, which he hides but is  disclosed by his non-African Arabic surname and  his Arabic first and middle names as a way to  triply proclaim his Arabic  parentage to people in Kenya .  Only a small part of him is African Black from  his Luo grandmother, which he pretends he is  exclusively.    
   What  he isn't, not a genetic drop of, is  'African-American,' the descendant of enslaved  Africans brought to America chained in slave  ships. He hasn't a single ancestor who was a  slave.Instead, his Arab  ancestors were slave owners. Slave-trading was  the main Arab business in East Africa for  centuries until the British ended it.    
   Let  that sink in: Obama is not the  descendant of slaves, he is the descendant of  slave owners. Thus he makes the  perfect Liberal Messiah.    
   It's  something Hillary doesn't understand - how some  complete neophyte came out of the blue and stole  the Dem nomination from her. Obamamania is  beyond politics and reason. It is a true  religious cult, whose adherents reject  Christianity yet still believe in Original Sin,  transferring it from the evil of being human to  the evil of being white.    
   Thus  Obama has become the white liberals' Christ,  offering absolution from the Sin of Being White.  There is no reason or logic behind it, no faults  or flaws of his can diminish it, no arguments  Hillary could make of any kind can be effective  against it. The absurdity of Hypocrisy Clothed  In Human Flesh being their Savior is all the  more cause for liberals to worship him: Credo  quia absurdum, I believe it because it is  absurd.    
   Thank  heavens that the voting majority of Americans  remain Christian and are in no desperate need of  a phony savior.    
   He is  ridiculous and should not be taken seriously by  any thinking  American.

 

And yet he got elected,  not once but twice. Thanks to those that did not  think it was important to vote for freedom and  those that were willing to give up their freedoms  for  entitlements.

 

Remember  you don't have to be on a southern plantation to  be a slave, if you are dependent on government  entitlements you just have a different slave  owner.

Why think ahead

AN EXAMPLE OF WHY PLANNING AHEAD IS ESENTIAL FOR SUCCESS

Dear Sir:

Having recovered ever so slightly from my injuries I now can give you clarification on certain questions you have posed about the extent of my injuries

In response to your request for additional information in Block 3 of the accident report form. I put “poor planning” as the cause of my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the following details will be sufficient.

I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six story building. When I completed my work, I found that I had some bricks left over which, when weighed later, were found to be slightly in excess of 500 lbs.

Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley, which was attached to the side of the building on the sixth floor.

Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the bricks.  Please note that in Block 11 of the accident report form that I weigh 175 lbs.

Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building.

In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel which was now proceeding downward at an equal, impressive speed.

This explained the fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collar bone, as listed in section 3 of the accident report form.

Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of beginning to experience a great deal of pain.

At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, that barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs.

I refer you again to my weight.

As you can imagine, I began a rapid descent, down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and several lacerations of my legs and lower body.

Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.

I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope and I lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back down onto me. This explains the two broken legs.

I hope this answers your inquiry.
 

it is a fact

Truth hurts

 

IF Obama would ever tell the truth, his address to the American people would have sounded like this :

 

“The State of the Union has never been worse. 10 million fewer Americans are working, families are earning less, graduates can’t find jobs & poverty has reached record levels. When I leave office the federal debt will have doubled. Health insurance premiums are skyrocketing and I was untruthful in saying you’d keep your coverage & doctors. My administration was indeed involved in the Fast & Furious, Benghazi , DOJ, IRS & NSA scandals. My “leading from behind” foreign policy has seen the rapid growth of Al Qaeda, Iran is close to the bomb and Russia & China have gained massive geopolitical influence. I’ve ignored the Constitution repeatedly and will continue to do so by executive order. I’ve pitted men vs. women, rich vs. poor and black vs. white, leaving Americans divided like never before. I blame everyone but myself, including Bush, Republicans, the Tea Party, Fox News & Rush Limbaugh. I can do this because the liberal media will never report the truth about my presidency. Thank you and good evening.”

False Prophets

2Pe 2:1  But there were also false prophets among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will secretly introduce destructive heresies, even denying the sovereign Lord who bought them--bringing swift destruction on themselves.

2Pe 2:2  Many will follow their depraved conduct and will bring the way of truth into disrepute.

2Pe 2:3  In their greed these teachers will exploit you with fabricated stories. Their condemnation has long been hanging over them, and their destruction has not been sleeping.

2Pe 2:4  For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but sent them to hell, putting them in chains of darkness to be held for judgment;

2Pe 2:5  if he did not spare the ancient world when he brought the flood on its ungodly people, but protected Noah, a preacher of righteousness, and seven others;

2Pe 2:6  if he condemned the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah by burning them to ashes, and made them an example of what is going to happen to the ungodly;

2Pe 2:7  and if he rescued Lot, a righteous man, who was distressed by the depraved conduct of the lawless

2Pe 2:8  (for that righteous man, living among them day after day, was tormented in his righteous soul by the lawless deeds he saw and heard)--

2Pe 2:9  if this is so, then the Lord knows how to rescue the godly from trials and to hold the unrighteous for punishment on the day of judgment.

Php 3:19  Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach, and their glory is in their shame. Their mind is set on earthly things.

Speaking of false prophets, here is a short poem depicting a popular scam of today

It was a grand sunny day, and beautiful indeed

While making way looking for stuff that I need

To market for groceries, to restock my shelf

reminiscing of good times, my friends and myself

Then suddenly a sound came rushing to my ear

A sound from the past of my mother so dear

Repeating, Son, dear Son, wherever have you been

It’s years since I've seen you, I remember not when

Come walk here beside me and help me to shop

Let me see you dear boy, help me shop till I stop

She called me her son although knew it not true

Her son had departed now in Heaven she knew

She said call me mom, as that makes me feel good

I agreed, my chore done, and at checkout she stood

After checking out she waved, goodbye my dear son

And sped off in her car all her grocery shopping done

The clerk checking my goods looked sadly at me

Wonderful deed you are doing and gladly too that I see

Taking care of the bill for your mother, that’s good

While I looked on sadly with bowed head there I stood

Realizing to late of course that now a victim I am

For you see the sweet lady used me in her scam

A short tale of greed

Take my Son.....
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.' The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?' There was silence... Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.' But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?' another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?' Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. 'We have $10, who will bid $20?'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!' A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!' The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over. 'What about the paintings?' 'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!'
God gave His son over 2,000 years ago to die on the Cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The Son, the Son, who'll take the Son?Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

Her First Car February 19 "Now Samuel did not yet know the LORD: The word of the LORD had not yet been revealed to him.”- (1 Samuel 3:7). Charis, my sixteen-year-old daughter at the time, was now driving age. She had saved her hard-earned money to match her father's contribution to buy her first car. It was time to begin the hunt. I told her that we needed to pray for God to lead us to that perfect car. She was excited about the possibilities. I began combing the newspaper and internet to find the right car. We prayed we would find the right car, even in the gray or silver color and model that she wanted. Finally, after several weeks, she got discouraged and began to tear up, "We will never find a car for this price." I told her the car was out there, but it was not God's time yet. We had to be patient to allow God to provide in His time, not ours. This didn't go over well with a teenager. Finally, one day I came upon a car that seemed like it fit our criteria. I called the owner. The parents of the boy who owned it answered the call and gave me more information. I liked the parents right away. They had a nice "spirit" about them. We drove over to the house and there in the front yard was a silver sports car - the model she had been looking for, complete with a fantastic stereo and speaker system. We noticed a small fish symbol on the back bumper, which indicated the owner may have been a Christian. "These people appear to be believers!" I exclaimed to my daughter. We met them and talked about price. It was a little higher than our budget. We asked if they could meet our price. They did. My daughter had her new car with a personal imprint from God to show my daughter that He was the source of the new car. One of the most important roles you and I have as parents is to transfer our faith to our children. There comes a time when our children need to take ownership of their own faith in the Lord, rather than living off mom or dad's faith. Today, consider how to pass your faith to your children.

A picture reference of the different canes which can be made. As illustrated, There is literally no cane handle which cannot be made to represent some thing, or some animal or bird. I have done African cape buffalo, Humming birds, Dachshund dogs, Lion heads, full body lions, Labrador retriever, full Whale body, Horses head, Golden (war) eagle, Bald Eagle, Train locomotive, Shepherds crook, Bejeweled ball, Pistol grip, a Jaguar "E" type coupe, a Hot Rod, A snake,  and a host of other shapes and types