<?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-4118738976939995785</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:24:47.221-08:00</updated><category term='ocean'/><category term='solitude'/><category term='technology'/><category term='federal reserve'/><category term='same sex marriage'/><category term='coward'/><category term='finance'/><category term='democracy'/><category term='sea'/><category term='holy spirit'/><category term='classic cars'/><category term='courage'/><category term='Ft. Phantom Hill'/><category term='crooked bankers'/><category term='change'/><category term='republican'/><category term='Catholocism'/><category term='art'/><category term='negativity'/><category term='morals'/><category term='aging'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='big government'/><category term='America'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='liberals'/><category term='hope'/><category term='monetary system'/><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='government irresponsibility'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='taxes'/><category term='family'/><category term='patriotism'/><category term='morning'/><category term='father&apos;s day'/><category term='cowardice'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='democrat'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='greed'/><category term='corporations'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='libertarians'/><category term='constitution'/><category term='salvation'/><category term='racism'/><category term='l'/><category term='declaration of independence'/><category term='liberty'/><category term='father'/><category term='protestant'/><category term='party politics'/><category term='financial crisis'/><category term='God'/><category term='politics'/><category term='son'/><category term='economy'/><category term='bailout'/><category term='bravery'/><category term='indians'/><category term='citizenship'/><category term='positivity'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='life'/><category term='fianaces'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='archaeology'/><category term='enemies'/><category term='economics'/><category term='country'/><category term='battle'/><category term='outdoors'/><category term='cavalry'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='religion'/><category term='The Apostle Paul'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='American politics'/><category term='self improvement'/><category term='state of the union'/><category term='health'/><category term='love'/><category term='soldiers'/><category term='united states of america'/><category term='wildlife'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>A SEA CAPTAIN COMES ASHORE</title><subtitle type='html'>Writings, thoughts and philosophy of an aging fisherman, soldier and surfer turned artist/writer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-5453614571788593707</id><published>2009-11-24T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:34:26.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wallpaperpimper.com/wallpaper/Landscape/Ocean/Ethereal-Ocean-1-1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1280px; height: 1024px;" src="http://www.wallpaperpimper.com/wallpaper/Landscape/Ocean/Ethereal-Ocean-1-1280x1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It is the first one with her and her's, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;and I don't know how to act or behave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Does she understand my trepidation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Does she know my fear and discomfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I hope she does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I hope she does and understands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I want so to be what she needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I want so badly to be everything for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I want so badly to be everything for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I know it will be hard, and mixed with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;past feelings and emotions for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But, I know that perhaps it will be wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I also know that next time will be better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;fuller and comprised of a larger sense of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;what we have become by that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I hope for the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving my darling Bettina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving my only Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Know that I want to be in two places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Know that I can not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Know it will soon change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I weep and smile and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I am most thankful to He who makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;me thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;For this holiday season's possibilities.&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/4118738976939995785-5453614571788593707?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/5453614571788593707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-holiday-season.html#comment-form' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-8887302574545591296</id><published>2009-11-02T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:14:44.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bettina</title><content type='html'>She smiles and I melt&lt;div&gt;She walks and I follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks and I look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves and I love harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She touches and I surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She leaves and I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She arrives and I celebrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is and I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Bettina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-8887302574545591296?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/8887302574545591296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/11/bettina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/8887302574545591296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/8887302574545591296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/11/bettina.html' title='Bettina'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-5004707181986028256</id><published>2009-08-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:30:52.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TURNING THE CORNERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SoWQArrWyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3ZF4RADvxCU/s1600-h/tina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SoWQArrWyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3ZF4RADvxCU/s320/tina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369856472108156930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" text-decoration: underline; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TURNING THE CORNERS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" text-decoration: underline; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Excitement, pulse racing sitting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;In the saddle, crowd cheering while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;They await her and her horse's run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;The smell of horses, leather and dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Filling her senses with the arena's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Atmosphere as she awaits the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;To start, then bursting forth, she makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;The three turns and spurs her horse to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;The finish line, heart pounding as she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Awaits the time and score for her run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Her life is the arena and the horses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;The adrenaline and the thrill of victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;The pain is just a part of the victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;A part of the fiddler's price for listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;To the music that is pro rodeo riding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Then slowly life changes, motherhood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Reigns instead of horses reins she has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Turned a life corner and is heading a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;New direction now, though she doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Fully realize it as of yet, she still spurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;On toward the next barrel, the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Turn, which she finds all too soon as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Her life reaches another turning point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;As she had reached so many literal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Barrels, she now finds herself turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Just life corners, but with some of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Old enthusiasm and joy she experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;In those arenas of yesteryear now gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;By leaving her with only methaphorical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Turns, and barrels to go around, points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Of her life where things like love and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Happiness are the trophies and buckles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;The prize money, the smile on her boy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Face and her slips and falls are life snags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;But she holds onto that spirit, that gusto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;And lives her life, like the excited beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Of the strong heart of the horse who use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;To turn her corners for her with such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Strength and dexterity, alacritous in his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Intent on winning and the run to the finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Although life has slowed, she still looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;To the next turn, not with trepidation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;But with the heart of the champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Which she was, and while others live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;With soft caution and tones of grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;She spurs it on, in smiles that are like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Her bright clothes and with a love of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Life that charges out of the gate and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Excitedly heads to turn the next corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Gene T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;(a poem for my friend, Bettina Fetzer Smith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4118738976939995785-5004707181986028256?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/5004707181986028256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-corners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5004707181986028256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5004707181986028256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-corners.html' title='TURNING THE CORNERS'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SoWQArrWyAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3ZF4RADvxCU/s72-c/tina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-5282995767093267601</id><published>2009-08-12T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:12:35.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOUNTIFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SoOgU_2oo5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/90vEVZtqGqk/s1600-h/bounty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SoOgU_2oo5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/90vEVZtqGqk/s320/bounty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369311463354180498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BOUNTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bare existence was never meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;All a person should aspire for in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;God has provided ways for us to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beyond this world which is so filled with strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When one can look past this plane's horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And ignore the undertow of today's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pernicious world's lack of love's bright vision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We start to completely see better ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Intertwined lives no longer held tightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Together, now easily tossed aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gifts of the heart discounted, not rightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Considered never brought fully inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Words once deep now flippantly tossed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The words “I love you”, now disposable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Plastic, phony, cheap and mean all abound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;True love so rare it is not usable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Souls shielded from the onslaught of the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Impervious to all benevolence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Whether giving or receiving, the norm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In a world so use to it pestilence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rife with the terrible effects of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heads reel with horrific daily news heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As we all pray that it isn't too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mindless ones in command of all our fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then shines an aurora in the dark gloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Of life's pallor and so colors my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Back from the edge I come, back in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;More green now than blue my life palettes swirled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shimmering mutual light paints a bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pattern of brightly glowing sea tinted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Expression and aqua prism of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Senses filled and all orange blossom scented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A gift from God today it seems I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Added to the two which I love so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;God lifted me up to see what I've sought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I could see clearly and over such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obstacles and refuse of world clatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And all the way to Florida it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The dreary world doesn't seem to matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And like in the sea, life's bounty now teems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bright fresh sunrise over the Texas shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And sunsets once again glowing orange, red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;To the western skyline I look once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hanging on every glance now and word said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heightened in awareness of His glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Strengthened by the consciousness of His grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Looking forward to telling the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sharing with others who are stuck in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The miracle of the gift of true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Given and received so easy and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That it must been sent from up above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why did I get it, a sinner like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happiness so elusive lately now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Manifest in many wonderful ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If others could just look up and see how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then their lives would be filled with brighter days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Using this for an example and guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Like St. Elmo's fire's bright lightning like light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Into vision of what's needed they'd slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lifted up higher for much better sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Days filled with smiles, laughs and oh so much fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thankful life's easier and wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seemingly much brighter though the same sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Making oceans and  lives bountiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;MST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4118738976939995785-5282995767093267601?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/5282995767093267601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/bountiful-bare-existence-was-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5282995767093267601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5282995767093267601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/bountiful-bare-existence-was-never.html' title='BOUNTIFUL'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SoOgU_2oo5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/90vEVZtqGqk/s72-c/bounty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-2015071951558244572</id><published>2009-08-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:59:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUAMARINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SoBfhBUCh0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1sQeHChdq3E/s1600-h/aqua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SoBfhBUCh0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1sQeHChdq3E/s320/aqua.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368395776718440258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;  font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AQUAMARINE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" text-decoration: underline; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Beautiful soothing hues of soft blue-green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Radiate softy up from the depths and into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Her eyes as she nears the ocean shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;They glow back a soft contended green at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Her love's love and beyond the fathomless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Depths of the ocean's soul and into his own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Sea foam palette down into his heart where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;She knows a safe place awaits her own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Pulse and where she can rest her blue tinted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Mind while adjusting the spectrum of her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;The ocean nearby reminds them by it's roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;And the delicious salt aroma wafting inland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Over their bluish tinted spirits waiting for it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Cleansing waters and healing waves breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Onto the sands of time on the shores of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Where the burdens of eternity have been left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;For the mighty bosom of Poseidon's realm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;To eventually consume and send to oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Here they too have come to lay a burden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Upon the sands and to add their tears to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;The same salt waters of the sea's blue-green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Depths rending the blues from themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;And allowing the breaking waves to take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;All shades of that darker color which even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Though beautifully mixed with their greens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Does make a lovely turquoise, that isn't their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Color, their color is green, their matching eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Reflecting the sameness of their kindred souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;Hearts beating alike and quickening together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;And slowing to a soft slow perpetual rhythm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;As the blue slowly leaves them and returns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;To the sea where it belongs while turning it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;The receptor of their pain and sorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;aquamarine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;MST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4118738976939995785-2015071951558244572?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/2015071951558244572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/aquamarine-beautiful-soothing-hues-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/2015071951558244572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/2015071951558244572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/aquamarine-beautiful-soothing-hues-of.html' title='AQUAMARINE'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SoBfhBUCh0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1sQeHChdq3E/s72-c/aqua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-4001874068037620927</id><published>2009-08-06T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:36:13.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CALI GOTH GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Snroz0G0naI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WtjBLAn_U0U/s1600-h/mlh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Snroz0G0naI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WtjBLAn_U0U/s320/mlh2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366857882823597474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;  font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;CALI GOTH GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" text-decoration: underline; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Black clothes, black nail polish and black lipstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;to her was her statement to all the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;She rebelled against the hypocrisy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;which around so many in her life swirled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Her dreams not matching her dark demeanor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;but instead they held shining bright lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;The future was though mystery to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;during this her life voyage of dark sights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;So young and bright and hopeful her plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;of life in contrast to her darkness glowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Against the clock and against the time sands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;her life's meaning and purpose somehow slowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;And motherhood, now reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;changed the Cali goth girl's paths and her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;How, she pondered could this really now be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;me being a mother and a young wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;But it was to be and over ten fold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;as children became her life, and her dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;True love she had found while cradling them told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;of deeper meaning for all life it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Her life went quickly by, surrounded by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;her children and family which had arose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;She wondered at it all with a soft sigh, as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;she painted her nails black, and put on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt; black clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;(a poem written for Mischelle LaDorne Hart Bowser, a dear friend and mother of 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-4001874068037620927?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/4001874068037620927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/cali-goth-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/4001874068037620927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/4001874068037620927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/cali-goth-girl.html' title='CALI GOTH GIRL'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Snroz0G0naI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WtjBLAn_U0U/s72-c/mlh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-4339776059485231185</id><published>2009-08-05T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:18:29.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARBORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnlNc7VbXeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hsagqA4xkIc/s1600-h/arbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnlNc7VbXeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hsagqA4xkIc/s320/arbor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366405590347898338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" text-decoration: underline; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;RBORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" text-decoration: underline; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;A beautiful rose bush grows and blooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;In it's zest for life it branches out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;In many directions, at first unrestrained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;As time goes by it's growth is impaired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;The arbor which gives it support now restrains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;The roses hit constraints, limits and barriers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;They cause it to grow in unnatural directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Through holes and openings in the latticework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;In ways it would have never grown if wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;After many seasons, it became very tangled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;The rose bush wishes it had supported itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Instead of using the lattice and arbor's help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;But there is no way to untangle herself now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Without cutting off branches she loves and needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Without pain and years of healing time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Without injuring other roses which have woven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Their way into her life and also need the arbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;But the beautiful rose dreams of days when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;She didn't have these arbors and she wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Tangled and interwoven nearly inextricably &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;A beautiful rose bush grows and blooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;In it's zest for life it branches out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;MST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4118738976939995785-4339776059485231185?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/4339776059485231185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/rbors-beautiful-rose-bush-grows-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/4339776059485231185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/4339776059485231185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/rbors-beautiful-rose-bush-grows-and.html' title='ARBORS'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnlNc7VbXeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hsagqA4xkIc/s72-c/arbor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-2228460908124943965</id><published>2009-08-04T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:27:02.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTUARINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnfjVmgXeMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V_wh-4iRNzU/s1600-h/estuary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnfjVmgXeMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V_wh-4iRNzU/s320/estuary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366007441288296642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;ESTUARINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" text-decoration: underline; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;High overhead the gulls laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;at those who didn't have wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;The ones without wings looked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;at their feet, and the sand underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Waves lapped and washed tirelessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;working at their beach building labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;While the wingless ones built castles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;out of the fruits of the waves labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;A river emptied it's contents into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;the ocean, completing it's own work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Crabs walked sideways indifferently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;with claws upheld instead of wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Mullet jumped to get a look at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;wingless ones that built the castles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Dunes rise and fall over the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;because the wind won't rest either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Shells hide in the sand and wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;for the wingless castle builders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;They use them for decoration since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt; the original inhabitants have left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Seaweed washes up around the feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;of the wingless ones and tickles them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Jellyfish float listlessly along pulling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;behind their strings of stinging tails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;The wingless ones try to pretend they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;have fins sometimes and swim like fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;But they always go back and lay under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;funny, round and brightly colored trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Wingless castle builders eat from colored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;boxes full of hard water and clear leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;They make loud noises when the small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;builders are learning to build castles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Many times, they leave some of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;things from the colored boxes behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;The sand has to cover them up so that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;they might find them later, or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;The castle builders didn't use to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;here like the rest of us have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;They are new, but they somehow think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;they know all about the beach and estuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;The small flies and spider crabs don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;seem to care or notice them at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Their castles always wash away, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;for some reason they build more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Starting their labor which isn't much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;labor compared to the river and sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Not compared to the wind or waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;and tides and rain and the sun of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;And their castles aren't as nice as the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;ones we build now are they gulls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;High overhead the gulls laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;at those who didn't have wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnfjVmgXeMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V_wh-4iRNzU/s72-c/estuary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-164506371062835428</id><published>2009-08-01T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:23:46.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLOR CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnRAfW6_nYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/phhc0kBpyOw/s1600-h/change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnRAfW6_nYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/phhc0kBpyOw/s320/change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364983963578244482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;COLOR CHANGE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;In the deep              sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; life centers around       change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The change from brown      water to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;green and around the change      from green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; water to blue. Here usually two       distinctly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; different types of water exist, either    warmer and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;colder or traveling different directions,   usually both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Usually there      is a lot of debris around this point of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; change, and        they are easily visible. Small fish and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;crustaceans       hide beneath this gathering of flotsam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;and jetsam, and larger fish in turn are attracted to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Overhead seabirds circle, the opportunist looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; for food in the life filled water change line below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;We fisherman gather there, trolling for the big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;fish below, the ultimate predator and un-hunted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;A distinct line of sea grass many times marks the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;spot for us, or a dramatically visible color change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; Oftentimes from a translucent green, to a crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;clear and nearly transparent color of beautiful blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;When heading offshore, it is hard for us to continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;on to the perfect colored water, it takes more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; and fuel and we are anxious to begin catching fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;So goes our lives. We usually are prone to stopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;in the imperfect waters because it is quicker and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;easier, and we are anxious to begin living our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; But should we be patient, and continue on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;the beautiful clean and perfectly colored water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;we are always rewarded by it's bounty that  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;we find by seeking the color change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;There will be a conflict of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; current and mercurial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;extremes for us to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;contend with as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;we head to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;lives and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;perfect endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;There will be debris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;that has gathered around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;this change, but it will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; gathered there and you will leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;it behind as you head toward your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;beautiful clear and shining blue water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;We can't be afraid of the color change of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;our lives, and it is that to which we should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;all aspire to reach and, to dwell within it with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; those who have chosen to make it to that change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;with us. For they too, have waited and have come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;a long way just to be with us. Drawn and coaxed by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;the bounty of the change and the beautiful colors of it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; water. And helped there by a fisherman, just as on the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;MST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnRAoE6KDaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rWUCw6W3UP0/s1600-h/condo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnRAoE6KDaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rWUCw6W3UP0/s320/condo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364984113361718690" 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/4118738976939995785-164506371062835428?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/164506371062835428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/color-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/164506371062835428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/164506371062835428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/08/color-change.html' title='COLOR CHANGE'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnRAfW6_nYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/phhc0kBpyOw/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-6522885562459395606</id><published>2009-07-30T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:25:00.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORIZONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnJyEpIUS6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1vL8ff5W9UE/s1600-h/GREEN+SEA+TIGER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnJyEpIUS6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1vL8ff5W9UE/s320/GREEN+SEA+TIGER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364475530237463458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnHpRKEfUiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SSZC60FImxg/s1600-h/horizon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnHpRKEfUiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SSZC60FImxg/s320/horizon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364325112145203746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;HORIZONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She was christened, and got underway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Her bright new sails and shiny brass gleaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;In the morning sunlight's bright gleaming day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; She made her way out toward the horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;As proud onlookers cheered her departure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Unblemished, she proudly plied smooth waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She accustomed herself to being at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Experiencing, feeling, and learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Waves building as the sea deepened beneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; Her bow slicing through waves with confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Sails billowing as she catches the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Jib set proudly, her mainmast strong and tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Sturdy hull tightly planked, shiny new decks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Now starting to be covered with bow-spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; As she makes her way toward fathoms deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Whitecaps breaking on top of larger swells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Storm clouds building gusts lashing her topsails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Wood creaking now plunging into large waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Rain falling making vision difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; She reduces sail and speed for safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;And quarters the sea to lessen the blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;A sail tears and is brought down from the mast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Her roll and yaw increasing mightily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Her lines tight against the belaying pins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; A small paint chip here, a small cracked plank there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She maintains strength against the storm's strong blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Lightning flashes in the sky, thunder rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Water runs down her hatch into the hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Her confidence waning as she holds on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; She assesses her damage and maintains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Steady on course through the brunt she makes wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Light filters through the clouds and brings her hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The huge waves begin to subside slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Giving way to slow rollers, lighter wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; She re-furls her full cloths to improve speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Making good time again as she passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Beautiful islands and lovely seashores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She makes port, sliding gently into slip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Lines tied off, decks scrubbed and repairs made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Ah the safety of port and the ease of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Being behind breakwaters and jetties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;No large waves, no deep water, no strong wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Can hurt her as long as she's in harbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Barnacles attach, worms bore and moss grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; On her once shiny hull, she sits safely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Though and quietly with the others there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;This is the life she thinks, no waves are here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She watches others come and go bravely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;In from and out to the deep blue sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; Are they thinking straight she now asks herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;And then realizes that she too yearns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;For the offshore breeze and for the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She is a ship after all, not a dock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She loves the beautiful islands and waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; She yearns now to be free to sail her sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The comfort of harbor was nice and safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;But how can a ship stay there all her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;How can she fulfill her life's destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;What beautiful adventures and sights missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; What other ships might she meet and share love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;And her hopes and desires and dreams with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;How can she reach her horizon from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She is a ship, and her lines now come off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;In the morning sunlight's bright gleaming day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; She makes her way out toward her horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;As proud onlookers cheer her departure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Experienced and proud, she plies the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She knows what it is like to be at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Experiencing, feeling and learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She sees beautiful islands and beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; As she heads toward her destined horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;MST&lt;/span&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/4118738976939995785-6522885562459395606?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/6522885562459395606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/horizons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6522885562459395606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6522885562459395606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/horizons.html' title='HORIZONS'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SnJyEpIUS6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1vL8ff5W9UE/s72-c/GREEN+SEA+TIGER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-861873792429166594</id><published>2009-07-28T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:55:08.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST AND FOUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sm-4goPEZLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BxilXpgileU/s1600-h/through.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sm-4goPEZLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BxilXpgileU/s320/through.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363708551917495474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOST AND FOUND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;A little girl became lost and scared in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;woods of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;As time went by, the woods became darker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;deeper and scarier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; She couldn't find her way back to her home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;or to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She wandered her eyes blurry with tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;and longing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The girl was brave and she forged on through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;the woods alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She met many people in the dense, dark woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; who walked with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;But none could help her find her way back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;her home, herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Time passed and she forgot how to get back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;where she came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Sometimes, thorns would scratch her as she walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;by rose bushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; Small trickles of blood would run from these wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;that stung her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;After more time, she didn't notice the dark, the fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;or the stings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She only understood their presence, their existence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;but not hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; Periodically, she would ask directions for any way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;out of the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;But the answers she received all pointed different and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;conflicting directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;When one day, she saw a twinkle of light in the form &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;of words written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; At first she dismissed them, she had seen words before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;with no help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;But these words kept urging, trying, loving and helping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;the lost girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;After listening for a short while, the light grew brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;and she could see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; Another direction became apparent, it's glow ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;becoming brighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The girls spotted a clearing, sky through the woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;peered blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The sound of waves greeted her as she approached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Salt air filled her senses and the cry of seabirds fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; upon her ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;A feeling of safety washed over her as the waves did on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;now visible beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Standing at the water's edge was a seafarer, offering her His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; scarred hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;And for the moment, what she had sought became much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; less important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Who she had become now made sense and comforted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;After all this time, was it possible that it wasn't home she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;was seeking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Maybe, just maybe, the journey wasn't for naught, it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; rather a path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;To what she was meant to find, and who she was now meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;God's love light radiated as she approached the man and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Could it be that instead of herself she sough, God had her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; find Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Her sojourn had indeed prepared her for the impossibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;of return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Had it paved her way to the sea, the light, to God and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;possibly Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The search had been so hard, because she had been looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; in the wrong place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;It wasn't herself, or her past, or her childhood and freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;she was seeking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Perhaps she reasoned, that it was this all along which she had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;been meant to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Their hands touched, and as their eyes met across the space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; of moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She knew then, that at least of what she had been seeking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;she had found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She also knew that what she still was meant to find, would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;made easier, by Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;MST&lt;/span&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/4118738976939995785-861873792429166594?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/861873792429166594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/861873792429166594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/861873792429166594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-and-found.html' title='LOST AND FOUND'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sm-4goPEZLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BxilXpgileU/s72-c/through.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-5136517858483465632</id><published>2009-07-28T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:41:07.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sm-2tkv7BgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9T1ZYiUR9nU/s1600-h/lines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sm-2tkv7BgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9T1ZYiUR9nU/s320/lines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363706575296595458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LINES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;I'm a fisherman and seafaring man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;I've had many lines to tend in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;  There are lines which we untie at the dock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;So we can leave the safety of the port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;There are lines fastening sail to rigging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;We use lines on the compass to guide us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Latitude lines and the longitude lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; Are on our maps to show us our location&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Lines are trolled and drifted with baits and hooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;These are the true fishing lines of our trade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Lines of debarkation mark our exit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;From our country's water to the high seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;  Our ship,  has lines to mark it's areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;One can be amidships, or on the bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;One can be on port side or on starboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;And you can also be abaft the beam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Using rope lines on deck is marlinspike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Sextants have lines to measure the sun with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;  Against lines on the clock and horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Running chart lines to find underwater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Structure invisible from the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Anchor line holds our ship in place at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Fuel and water lines serve our engines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;In port, spring lines keep us centered in slip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;But even though I am well versed in lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;I now find myself with a whole new set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Of lines for which I must concern myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;For it is love lines of which I now speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She has lines I must tend to and care for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;  There is a line she has drawn for herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;A line she wishes to cross to find and be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Of life line bonds she has submitted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She has lines on her cheeks where the tears flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;It is my job to cause the happy ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;  And indeed my job to dry the sad ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;She had lines that kept her from saying words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Words I desperately wanted to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;But we have now thrown that line off the ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;And "I love you" is free to sail to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;  Causing my own tears to make lines on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;I tend carefully to the lines I write her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Each line turning into a pretty verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Which when she reads I pray she will be pleased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Then her smile will make those pretty smile lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;  By the eyes which have read my simple lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The line between me and her has faded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The line that ties me to her has strengthened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Lines form the word we and toward it we move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;I'm a fisherman and seafaring man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;  I've had many lines to tend in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;But I now tend the lines God intended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Her lines. I will remove them, care for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Dry them, cause them, cross them, share them, love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Until lines woven into us create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;   Strong fabric from which we will make our sails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;To sail into the line of our horizon&lt;/span&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/4118738976939995785-5136517858483465632?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/5136517858483465632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5136517858483465632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5136517858483465632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/lines.html' title='LINES'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sm-2tkv7BgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9T1ZYiUR9nU/s72-c/lines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-1066722521155732809</id><published>2009-07-27T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:43:15.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER THE RAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sm3LDGSEScI/AAAAAAAAAIM/I4jmi5EryQg/s1600-h/raindrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sm3LDGSEScI/AAAAAAAAAIM/I4jmi5EryQg/s320/raindrops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363165985354566082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;AFTER THE RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;One can feel the rain's pending arrival&lt;br /&gt;The wind changes, strengthens and is gusty&lt;br /&gt;Clouds obscure the sun and bright sky with gray&lt;br /&gt;Colors fade, sun rays briefly peer through them&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sunlit hues now hide behind clouds&lt;br /&gt;They just peer from behind dark barriers&lt;br /&gt;Winking and shining to show their presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty and fine drops begin to moisten&lt;br /&gt;Slowly making it difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;Caution is the watchword when proceeding&lt;br /&gt;Lest we lose traction and slip and injure&lt;br /&gt;It comes time for shelter, and the closeness&lt;br /&gt;Offered at hand and in hand we allow&lt;br /&gt;The rainstorm to come in earnest to us&lt;br /&gt;Large moist drops in earnest are now falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the rainstorm, though familiar&lt;br /&gt;Now ushers in the thunder and lightning&lt;br /&gt;Bright flashes are followed by deep rumbling&lt;br /&gt;Causing us to hold tight against the storm&lt;br /&gt;All is wet now, without care or concern&lt;br /&gt;Large drops running down to moisten us both&lt;br /&gt;By their sheer volume they cleanse and purge us&lt;br /&gt;Washing dirt, dust and things unclean away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gladly now accept the rain torrent&lt;br /&gt;Letting it rend things left here by times past&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning windows and improving our sight&lt;br /&gt;Freshening our lives with healing waters&lt;br /&gt;Making everything seem new and clean&lt;br /&gt;As the rainstorm now behind us settles&lt;br /&gt;With improved vision, we see things anew&lt;br /&gt;Strengthened now by enduring the deluge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we can now safely come outside&lt;br /&gt;We might choose to remain held close within&lt;br /&gt;So as to see each other more clearly&lt;br /&gt;Our love is now deepened and purified&lt;br /&gt;By sharing the shelter and comforting&lt;br /&gt;Surviving, knowing that next time we're here&lt;br /&gt;To dry away the waters of the storm&lt;br /&gt;Which fell, not from the sky, but from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-1066722521155732809?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/1066722521155732809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1066722521155732809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1066722521155732809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-rain.html' title='AFTER THE RAIN'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sm3LDGSEScI/AAAAAAAAAIM/I4jmi5EryQg/s72-c/raindrops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-7905032275039803448</id><published>2009-07-26T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:08:41.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELM WATCH MINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Smyz5RR7YqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BZ7gcf3-xjc/s1600-h/wheeltime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Smyz5RR7YqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BZ7gcf3-xjc/s320/wheeltime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362859052763931298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;HELM WATCH MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;It is time for my helm watch, my wheel time&lt;br /&gt;She's not my ship, but responds to my touch&lt;br /&gt;When I take hold, I still feel other warmth&lt;br /&gt;From another's hands upon her steering&lt;br /&gt;He has skills as I but dissimilar&lt;br /&gt;He is the master and the commander&lt;br /&gt;I am privileged to touch her at all&lt;br /&gt;But when I do she seems so very mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have no claim to my wheel time&lt;br /&gt;When I relinquish her it hurts my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I long for my return to her helm&lt;br /&gt;When at it, I feel no real fear with her&lt;br /&gt;The sinking sun melts in golden stream&lt;br /&gt;O'er shoulders of the beautiful horizon&lt;br /&gt;Meandering with twinkling greens blinking&lt;br /&gt;Over beautiful soft swells I now traverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I steer in the unknown on my wheel time&lt;br /&gt;I look toward the fading dark horizon&lt;br /&gt;I know my time alone with her is short&lt;br /&gt;I treasure the moments of my night watch&lt;br /&gt;The sky lights with bright stars through her canvas&lt;br /&gt;And they twinkle and reflect off  of her&lt;br /&gt;As if they were a million nice fireflies&lt;br /&gt;In the shape of dippers, bears and crosses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she likes it, my wheel time&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she feels the  kindred thrill&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if her beautiful riggings tremble&lt;br /&gt;I wonder is this her favorite time of day&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she knows that it is  mine&lt;br /&gt;I wonder does she feel sting of release&lt;br /&gt;I wonder is there anticipation&lt;br /&gt;I wonder does she love the helm watch mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-7905032275039803448?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/7905032275039803448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/helm-watch-mine-it-is-time-for-my-helm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/7905032275039803448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/7905032275039803448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/helm-watch-mine-it-is-time-for-my-helm.html' title='HELM WATCH MINE'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Smyz5RR7YqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BZ7gcf3-xjc/s72-c/wheeltime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-1444517252792887398</id><published>2009-07-18T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:25:05.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>THE SUN CAME OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SmH86kZ0kmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XDxN6OyDMaE/s1600-h/sunrays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SmH86kZ0kmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XDxN6OyDMaE/s320/sunrays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359843114682192482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE SUN CAME OUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;It had been a dreary week with clouds obscuring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;our light, and grayness subduing pretty color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The shades of bright beautiful hues not showing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; instead drab dull pastels somber in their pallor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Making our moods and thoughts dank, somber and dreary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;as we moved through our lives missing light's life glow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;When our thoughts turned they turned ever wrongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; to other dank, angry, sadness grind filled with woe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Pray tell what is missing now, that was just recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;here that stopped this darkness and brightened life so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;When this warm glow lightened our lives filled with glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; no anger, sadness, angst or stresses did we know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Then, the sun came out, bright yellows, hues of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;warmth, safety and happiness returned to the we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Twas that tingly, lovely color filled day we fortold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; to ourselves and promised us we would again see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;The beautiful beams and rays of light did through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;the clouds dark and bleak blanket of color deploy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;Brightening her eyes the fine, happy bright sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt;lifted the we from the dank and filled us with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/4118738976939995785-1444517252792887398?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/1444517252792887398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-came-out-it-had-been-dreary-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1444517252792887398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1444517252792887398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-came-out-it-had-been-dreary-week.html' title='THE SUN CAME OUT'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SmH86kZ0kmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XDxN6OyDMaE/s72-c/sunrays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-7849612352346200442</id><published>2009-07-09T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:26:12.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSPECTIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlZD98QAwrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r7ZIcKccsUE/s1600-h/farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356543538228150962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlZD98QAwrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r7ZIcKccsUE/s320/farm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perspective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the father of a very wealthy family took their son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of whatwould be considered a very poor family.On their return from their trip, the father asked his son,'How was the trip?''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great, Dad.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you see how poor people live?' the father asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Oh yeah,' said the son.'So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip' asked the father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The son answered:'I saw that we have one dog and they had the four.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden andthey have a creek that has no end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have imported lanterns in our garden andthey have the stars at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard andthey have the whole horizon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on andthey have fields that go beyond our sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have walls around our property to protect us,they have friends to protect them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The boy's father was speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then his son added, 'Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I wish I could attribute this beautiful story, I can't seem to find it's author. If anyone knows, please contact me and I will post it, so they might be recognized. Gene)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-7849612352346200442?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/7849612352346200442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/7849612352346200442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/7849612352346200442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/perspective.html' title='PERSPECTIVE'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlZD98QAwrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r7ZIcKccsUE/s72-c/farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-8735545028614333297</id><published>2009-07-07T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:44:17.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citizenship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bailout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bravery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertarians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>BUSTING THE TWO PARTY SYSTEM - first in the series "Re-Engagement"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlRbmE1XiiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kKkFbvIiIDw/s1600-h/no+parties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356006566541101602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlRbmE1XiiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kKkFbvIiIDw/s320/no+parties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fellow Citizens,&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first of a series of articles I am going to write concerning the re-engagement and education of our citizens of our political process. I am going to tackle the subject of party politics today. I must confess my views on this subject are cynical, skeptical, distrustful and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disillusioned&lt;/span&gt;. I believe that above all this is job one to stop the unravelling of our republic, so I begin here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have become a nation of disengaged, apathetic, spoiled, uninformed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irresponsible&lt;/span&gt; citizens. I profess to you now folks that if the United States were a nightclub, this would be last call. If we don't become cognizant of our current situation, I think we may well let our republic slip. That would waste every drop of blood our forefathers spilled, every line of ink on our Declaration of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Independance&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Constitution&lt;/span&gt; and tear this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beatiful&lt;/span&gt; dream from the grasp of our posterity. This is indeed how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gravitous&lt;/span&gt; this situation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One vehicle for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disengagement&lt;/span&gt; and apathy is our current party political system. Laziness dictates this. Generally speaking, we have lost the capability of independent thought. Our stances on anything, parrot a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;paticular&lt;/span&gt; ideology, usually an absolute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ididotic&lt;/span&gt; one, because we have no idea what the idea is we are parroting. What we do know is, that someone popular, whether it be a politician, friend or commercial said it. That is good enough for us and thus, we rubber stamp it. We aren't going to break a sweat to research a topic or candidate, even though with today's technology, it's a breeze and at our fingertips. One political commercial that makes us laugh or cry or angry and we're on board. Rhetoric rules and propaganda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;prolifica&lt;/span&gt; denominates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those too smart to engage in politics are punished by being governed by those who are dumber. ~Plato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere&lt;br /&gt;interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~George Eliot, Felix Holt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truth is not determined by majority vote. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Doug Gwyn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus by aligning themselves with a these mantras or people, or dare I say any established political party these days, they thereby allow themselves to disengage brain (were it engaged initially) and let these candidates/parties/peer groups etc. think for them These said entities are ready and willing to do it of course.This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;manifestation&lt;/span&gt; of the deep affliction our republic suffers at the hand of these dogmatic morons and purveyors of entropy. Engagement of the citizenry, return of independent thought and the war against apathy, are uphill battles we, as ones who want drastic change must face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every two years the American politics industry fills the airwaves with the most virulent, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;currilous&lt;/span&gt;, wall-to-wall character &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;assassination&lt;/span&gt; of nearly every political &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;practitioner&lt;/span&gt; in the country - and then declares itself puzzled that America has lost trust in its politicians. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Charles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Krauthammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The problem with political jokes is they get elected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Henry Cate, VII&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Democrats seem to be basically nicer people, but they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;demonstrated&lt;/span&gt; time and again that they have the management skills of celery. They're the kind of people who'd stop to help change a flat, but would somehow manage to set your car on fire. I would be reluctant to entrust them with a Cuisinart, let alone the economy. The Republicans, on the other hand, would know how to fix your tire, but they wouldn't bother to stop because they'd want to be on time for Ugly Pants Night at the country club.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Dave Barry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose we stat by busting party politics. If we know someone who is a staunch party supporter, ask them why. They will probably say "because the Republicans/Democrats are idiots (but you choose the pejorative)". This begs another question. So you are telling me essentially you are against the Democrats/Republicans, not for your party? By this we can use rhetoric for our country and not against it. Rhetorical questions though will probably upset these folks pretty quick due to the fact they won't be able to answer many of them. But friends, educate gently and with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; and kindness, thereby setting a good example to emulate. One which I guarantee will be contrary to the nearly intolerable dogma of either party these days. Granted there are more than two parties, but for sake of brevity and clarity, let's concentrate on those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of us who are concerned for peace and triumph of reason and justice must be keenly aware how small an influence reason and honest good will exert upon events in the political field. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under democracy one party always devotes its chief energies to trying to prove that the other party is unfit to rule - and both commonly succeed, and are right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~H.L. Mencken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take our politicians: they're a bunch of yo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yos&lt;/span&gt;. The presidency is now a cross between a popularity contest and a high school debate, with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;encyclopedia&lt;/span&gt; of cliches the first prize.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Saul B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way we can begin to bust party politics will be to end straight ticket voting if it is allowed in your state. I have never liked that pernicious idea. This moronic concept takes laziness and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;disengagement&lt;/span&gt; to a new level. We need to share ideas concerning ending this. Perhaps a group and in grassroots local movements. Also, following this premise I believe that no candidate should have a party by their names on the ballot. Let's work on this friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cause is noble, and it is difficult for me at least to keep a civil tongue in my head. We must stop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;divisivenes&lt;/span&gt; and come together as Americans to stop the decimation of of our republic. By a gentle and kind approach, caring for our fellow Americans and our republic in the process, we will win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gene &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-8735545028614333297?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/8735545028614333297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/busting-two-party-system-first-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/8735545028614333297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/8735545028614333297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/busting-two-party-system-first-in.html' title='BUSTING THE TWO PARTY SYSTEM - first in the series &quot;Re-Engagement&quot;'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlRbmE1XiiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kKkFbvIiIDw/s72-c/no+parties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-6571005352458002778</id><published>2009-07-07T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:11:42.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertarians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democracy'/><title type='text'>Democracy or Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlOXqnAlt2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/SWg3s9zgurc/s1600-h/pledge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355791140155406178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlOXqnAlt2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/SWg3s9zgurc/s320/pledge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Democracy or Republic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself answering this question more and more these days. Hopefully this will suffice and I can now copy and paste a link and more thoroughly and accurately answer this very important question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States is, indeed, a republic, not a democracy. Accurately defined, a democracy is a form of government in which the people decide policy matters directly--through town hall meetings or by voting on ballot initiatives and referendums. A republic, on the other hand, is a system in which the people choose representatives who, in turn, make policy decisions on their behalf. The Framers of the Constitution were altogether fearful of pure democracy. Everything they read and studied taught them that pure democracies "have ever been spectacles of turbulence and contention; have ever been found incompatible with personal security or the rights of property; and have in general been as short in their lives as they have been violent in their deaths".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By popular usage, however, the word "democracy" come to mean a form of government in which the government derives its power from the people and is accountable to them for the use of that power. In this sense the United States might accurately be called a democracy. However, there are examples of "pure democracy" at work in the United States today that would probably trouble the Framers of the Constitution if they were still alive to see them. Many states allow for policy questions to be decided directly by the people by voting on ballot initiatives or referendums. (Initiatives originate with, or are initiated by, the people while referendums originate with, or are referred to the people by, a state's legislative body.) That the Constitution does not provide for national ballot initiatives or referendums is indicative of the Framers' opposition to such mechanisms. They were not confident that the people had the time, wisdom or level-headedness to make complex decisions, such as those that are often presented on ballots on election day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing of the merits of a republican or representative form of government, James Madison observed that one of the most important differences between a democracy and a republic is "the delegation of the government [in a republic] to a small number of citizens elected by the rest." The primary effect of such a scheme, Madison continued,was to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;". . . refine and enlarge the public views by passing them through the medium of a chosen body of citizens whose wisdom may best discern the true interest of their country and whose patriotism and love of justice will be least likely to sacrifice it to temporary or partial considerations. Under such a regulation it may well happen that the public voice, pronounced by the representatives of the people, will be more consonant to the public good than if pronounced by the people themselves, convened for the same purpose."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Madison elaborated on the importance of "refining and enlarging the public views" through a scheme of representation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are particular moments in public affairs when the people, stimulated by some irregular passion, or some illicit advantage, or misled by the artful misrepresentations of interested men, may call for measures which they themselves will afterwards be most ready to lament and condemn. In these critical moments, how salutary will be the interference of some temperate and respectable body of citizens, in order to check the misguided career and to suspend the blow meditated by the people against themselves, until reason, justice and truth can regain their authority over the public mind."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the strictest sense of the word, the system of government established by the Constitution was never intended to be a "democracy." This is evident not only in the wording of the Pledge of Allegiance but in the Constitution itself which declares that "The United States shall guarantee to every State in this Union a Republican Form of Government" (Article IV, Section 4). Moreover, the scheme of representation and the various mechanisms for selecting Representatives established by the Constitution were clearly intended to produce a republic, not a democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the extent that the United States of America has moved away from its republican roots and become more "democratic," it has strayed from the intentions of the Constitution's authors. Whether or not the trend toward more direct democracy would be smiled upon by the Framers depends on the answer to another question. Are the American people today sufficiently better informed and otherwise equipped to be wise and prudent democratic citizens than were American citizens in the late 1700s? By all accounts, the answer to this second question is an emphatic "no." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-6571005352458002778?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/6571005352458002778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/democracy-or-republic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6571005352458002778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6571005352458002778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/democracy-or-republic.html' title='Democracy or Republic'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlOXqnAlt2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/SWg3s9zgurc/s72-c/pledge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-7978688704840399190</id><published>2009-07-06T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:33:00.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>The Holy Spirit as I Understand It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlGn-9nnJSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zm5TCB6mHO4/s1600-h/holy+spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355246132054664482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlGn-9nnJSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zm5TCB6mHO4/s320/holy+spirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me preface this by stating the obvious - I am not a Biblical scholar. These are simply my very humble beliefs and understandings I wish to share with all of you. My beliefs and understandings are certainly non-sequitur on this subject as they are on almost everything. Also non-traditional are my ways of expressing said held beliefs. I hope you might understand and give me a little latitude and non-conventionalism that I may express myself in the only way I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best analogy I can come up with for my understanding of the Holy Spirit is a "Prime Mover" and sustainer. I think we can infer from many Bible texts that it is an undercarriage of strength and the emotion that endears us to faith and gives us our appreciation and thankfulness of God's mercy and grace, A manifestation of God's love in the form of our feelings. As the third part of the Holy Trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Old Testament the Hebrew word (ruwach, pronounced roo'-akh) was used when talking about the Spirit. This word literally means wind. In the New Testament the Greek word (pneuma, pronounced pnyoo'-mah) was used which means the breath or a breeze. We can literally think of the Holy Spirit as “the breath of God”. This to me is analogous to the air we breathe. It is all around us all the time and we live from it's infusion into our bodies. So I believe it is with the Holy Spirit. It is around us all the time, our faith and relationship to God live form it's infusion into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 3:16 And Jesus, when he was baptized, went up straightway out&lt;br /&gt;of the water: and, lo, the heavens were opened unto him, and he saw the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;of God descending like a dove, and lighting upon him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an artist and writer, I constantly look for inspiration as a catalyst for my creativity. When we feel moved by a beautiful sunset, when we wonder over the delicate beauty of a flower, or any of our Lord's miracles of creation, it instills within us a warm feeling of love and appreciation. It is that emotion we artists look for when needing that special something which we can transmit to others by a visual, verbal or mental medium. Oftentimes, we use all 3 and when we can, that is when we have truly achieved great creativity. I think we can look at the Spirit as that feeling in us about our faith and the Spirit as what keeps our love with our Lord strong and present in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe because at the end God will be experienced as a spirit of insight, said Isaiah. That probably the Spirit turns to individuals of unusual insight in this day. The Spirit turns to us artists, among others. The creative arts can be a powerful vehicle of the Spirit. we are often ignored by the public, we artist operate at the frontier of consciousness. I think my goal as an artist is to strike a responsive chord, by which we can sharpen human sensitivities, we can evoke the deepest longings of the heart, and we can reveal that which is hidden by using the subliminal language of shape, color and form. Whether it be shape, color and form of a particular medium, or if it be of the spoken and written word. At its most sublime, the creative process is a vehicle of tremendous spiritual power. At times we artists, when we return from the proverbial, literal or metaphorical mountaintop, are able to tell what we have seen in more colorful and easily envision-able words. I've found that all too often the arts become the exclusive avocation of the rich, as works of art are bartered in the marketplace, becoming slick symbols of status instead of sublime signals of the Spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that the Holy Spirit is the abiding relationship and constant presence we should feel with God that facilitates our interactions with Him. When one is strong in the spirit, there is no need to profess that verbally. The spirit should shine from each of us within whom it rests. Just as Jesus taught His followers not to use their spirituality to call attention to themselves as the priests of that time (and now) were known to do. He prayed in private. He specifically withdrew to a solitary place to avoid being distracted by others. We can follow His example by designating a quiet space for ourselves and schedule it at a time that we are less apt to be bothered by family, friends, and other distractions. It is during this time we can best utilize the Holy Spirit due to our undivided attention and comfortable knowledge of privacy. When we talk to a loved one about subjects completely private, we do not do so in public or loudly so that it can be seen by all, thereby ending it's private nature and that part of our private relationship with our loved one. The intrinsic value of that private relationship with our Lord is indeed the Holy Spirit at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is off central subject, it brings into the conversation my aversion to prayer circles, prayer for a specific request by deacons, elders, or you choose the pronoun in front of a congregation. I believe it belittles individual prayer in the mind of the prayed for individual as well as conveys, (in my humble opinion) some sort of non-existent authority on these individuals. And I also see it as a bit pretentious. Premise here being maintaining a focus on God as the main idea, so that we can hear Him speak to us in return without a third party in the loop. This allows our faith to be strengthened individually as it should be using the Holy Spirit, not an earthly practice or ritual.One shouldn't feel that a prayer said in front of a congregation by a deacon, elder, etc. etc. should be heard any more louder or clearer than one prayed individually. Jesus didn't teach it. I don't do it. I don't however, brgrudge anyone who feels blessed by either giving or receiving said public prayer as long as their intentions are pure and they are at peace with God about it. Once again, only my belief and opinion, not a chastation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe another analogy might be made as that of the Holy Spirit being the conduit through which the Love of our Father, our Redeemer and us are inextricably linked. The medium by which he transmits His love to us and the power which enables, strengthens and sustains our faith and our relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless All,&lt;br /&gt;Gene &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-7978688704840399190?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/7978688704840399190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/holy-spirit-as-i-understand-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/7978688704840399190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/7978688704840399190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/holy-spirit-as-i-understand-it.html' title='The Holy Spirit as I Understand It'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SlGn-9nnJSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zm5TCB6mHO4/s72-c/holy+spirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-6859153368191343394</id><published>2009-07-03T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:36:31.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration of independence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='united states of america'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Abuses and Usurpations From The Declaration of Independence, How Many Apply Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sk4-wNXE6PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DYs-oSOk1vo/s1600-h/declaration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354286004931193074" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sk4-wNXE6PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DYs-oSOk1vo/s320/declaration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Currently Applicable Abuses and Usurpations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On this, the day prior to our Independence Day, I read from the Declaration of Independence to see if any of the 27 grievances our forefathers mentioned in this document might apply today. Although one could construe some of the others as partially applicable, dependening on the perception of the reader, I believe 13 to be either directly, or at the very least perceptively, pertinent and timely. I have listed these here. In this context we can here replace "He" with "They". Let us also remind ourselves, we the people are not blameless in the current situation. By our disengagement, apathy, cowardice and laziness we have harmed our republic. Now it is time to come to attention and become engaged, concerned, brave and tireless in our work at preservation of our republic. This we owe to our forefathers and to our posterity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"-- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain --&lt;br /&gt;that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that&lt;br /&gt;government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from&lt;br /&gt;the earth."~Abraham Lincoln&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;— That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new&lt;br /&gt;Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers&lt;br /&gt;in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and&lt;br /&gt;Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established&lt;br /&gt;should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all&lt;br /&gt;experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are&lt;br /&gt;sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are&lt;br /&gt;accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably&lt;br /&gt;the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is&lt;br /&gt;their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new&lt;br /&gt;Guards for their future security. —&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amountand payment of their salaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harassour people and eat out their substance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of ourlegislatures. He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution,and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they shouldcommit on the Inhabitants of these States:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentallythe Forms of our Governments:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sk4-wE8K-lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/V_h_Q06iukA/s1600-h/doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354286002670860882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sk4-wE8K-lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/V_h_Q06iukA/s320/doc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-6859153368191343394?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/6859153368191343394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/1abuses-and-usurpations-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6859153368191343394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6859153368191343394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/1abuses-and-usurpations-from.html' title='Abuses and Usurpations From The Declaration of Independence, How Many Apply Today?'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sk4-wNXE6PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DYs-oSOk1vo/s72-c/declaration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-4437331929842064990</id><published>2009-07-02T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:12:12.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration of independence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='united states of america'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>OUR FOREFATHERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sk09SgAMesI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gXpnAjCrxUc/s1600-h/doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354002920051079874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sk09SgAMesI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gXpnAjCrxUc/s320/doc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 4, 1776 – Fifty Six Patriots - signed a document that would change not only the course of their lives but many future generations. These men knew that what they were doing would be considered treason, and if the act of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; failed that history would remember them as traitors. Fortunately, they possessed the courage, vision and resolve it took to put their names, and their and their families lives on the line. Literally and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;metaphorically&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must now "highly resolve" that these courageous acts &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unappreciated&lt;/span&gt;, or their value discounted. And that this nation "that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-4437331929842064990?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/4437331929842064990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-forefathers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/4437331929842064990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/4437331929842064990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-forefathers.html' title='OUR FOREFATHERS'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sk09SgAMesI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gXpnAjCrxUc/s72-c/doc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-6805656663923984151</id><published>2009-07-02T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:43:32.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration of independence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>THE DOCUMENT FROM WHICH IT ALL BEGAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Declaration of&lt;br /&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are&lt;br /&gt;created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with&lt;br /&gt;certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life,&lt;br /&gt;Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to securethese&lt;br /&gt;rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving&lt;br /&gt;their justpowers from the consent of the governed, That&lt;br /&gt;whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of&lt;br /&gt;these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to abolish it, and to institute new Government, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;laying its foundation on such principles and organizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its powers in such form, as to them shall seem.most likely to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will&lt;br /&gt;dictate that Governmentslong established should not be changed for light&lt;br /&gt;and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn&lt;br /&gt;that mankind are more disposed to suer, while evils are&lt;br /&gt;suerable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms&lt;br /&gt;to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of&lt;br /&gt;abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same&lt;br /&gt;Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it&lt;br /&gt;is their right, it is their duty, to throw osuch Government,&lt;br /&gt;and to provide newGuards for their future security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill of Rights&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of&lt;br /&gt;religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging&lt;br /&gt;the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the&lt;br /&gt;people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the&lt;br /&gt;government for a redress of grievances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment II&lt;br /&gt;A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a&lt;br /&gt;free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms,&lt;br /&gt;shall not be infringed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment III&lt;br /&gt;No soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house,&lt;br /&gt;without the consent of the owner, nor in time of war, but in&lt;br /&gt;a manner to be prescribed by law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment IV&lt;br /&gt;The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses,&lt;br /&gt;papers, and eects, against unreasonable searches and&lt;br /&gt;seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue,&lt;br /&gt;but upon probable cause, supported by oath or armation,&lt;br /&gt;and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the&lt;br /&gt;persons or things to be seized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment V&lt;br /&gt;No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise&lt;br /&gt;infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a&lt;br /&gt;grand jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval&lt;br /&gt;forces, or in the militia, when in actual service in time of&lt;br /&gt;war or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the&lt;br /&gt;same oense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor&lt;br /&gt;shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness&lt;br /&gt;against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property,&lt;br /&gt;without due process of law; nor shall private property be&lt;br /&gt;taken for public use, without just compensation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment VI&lt;br /&gt;In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right&lt;br /&gt;to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the state&lt;br /&gt;and district wherein the crime shall have been committed,&lt;br /&gt;which district shall have been previously ascertained by law,&lt;br /&gt;and to be informed of the nature and cause of the&lt;br /&gt;accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him;&lt;br /&gt;to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his&lt;br /&gt;favor, and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment VII&lt;br /&gt;In suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall&lt;br /&gt;exceed twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be&lt;br /&gt;preserved, and no fact tried by a jury, shall be otherwise&lt;br /&gt;reexamined in any court of the United States, than&lt;br /&gt;according to the rules of the common law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment VIII&lt;br /&gt;Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive nes&lt;br /&gt;imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inicted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment IX&lt;br /&gt;The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall&lt;br /&gt;not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by thepeople.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment X&lt;br /&gt;The powers not delegated to the United States by the&lt;br /&gt;Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the states, are reserved&lt;br /&gt;to the states respectively, or to the people. &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/4118738976939995785-6805656663923984151?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/6805656663923984151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/declaration-of-independence-we-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6805656663923984151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6805656663923984151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/declaration-of-independence-we-hold.html' title='THE DOCUMENT FROM WHICH IT ALL BEGAN'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-1831684658427457447</id><published>2009-07-01T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:16:00.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>'The Masters Touch" - A poem by Carol Uneva Rickman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkuTl5Zq2QI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JYtcImLzPAQ/s1600-h/the+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353534861332896002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkuTl5Zq2QI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JYtcImLzPAQ/s320/the+hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"The Master's Touch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to step outside my door&lt;br /&gt;And feel the gentle breeze -&lt;br /&gt;See birds and squirrels and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Cavorting through the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some branches, majestically high,&lt;br /&gt;Are stretching toward the sky,&lt;br /&gt;While grass, beneath, hugs tight the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Letting life pass it by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ants are ever busy&lt;br /&gt;In their mounds of sandy red,&lt;br /&gt;While mosquitoes and gnats and such&lt;br /&gt;Fly circles 'round my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies of blue,&lt;br /&gt;With clouds of white and various hues of gray,&lt;br /&gt;Become a splendid pink and red&lt;br /&gt;At dawn and dusk each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops sprinkle ever so lightly,&lt;br /&gt;Warmly, in the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Or pour, in torrents,&lt;br /&gt;Challenging even the strongest trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man never made a seed&lt;br /&gt;That makes a baby sapling grow,&lt;br /&gt;Or formed the tiny crystals&lt;br /&gt;In a freshly glistening snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor does he have control&lt;br /&gt;Of earthquakes, hurricanes and such.&lt;br /&gt;Think, daily, of the magnitude&lt;br /&gt;Of the dear Master's touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That calms the winds.&lt;br /&gt;The seas obey His omnipresent call.&lt;br /&gt;He is, of course, without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;The Master of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- C. Uneva Rickman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-1-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-1831684658427457447?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/1831684658427457447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/masters-touch-poem-by-carol-uneva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1831684658427457447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1831684658427457447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/masters-touch-poem-by-carol-uneva.html' title='&apos;The Masters Touch&quot; - A poem by Carol Uneva Rickman'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkuTl5Zq2QI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JYtcImLzPAQ/s72-c/the+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-8612945771279019721</id><published>2009-06-30T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:36:38.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Skow_xvhjrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AXDXpqsQeys/s1600-h/prints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Skow_xvhjrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AXDXpqsQeys/s320/prints.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353144979325816498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-8612945771279019721?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/8612945771279019721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/8612945771279019721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/8612945771279019721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Skow_xvhjrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AXDXpqsQeys/s72-c/prints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-5243367975413798210</id><published>2009-06-29T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:17:39.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>GALACTIC FATHOMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkkCzGpahOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KFHWiFBENFY/s1600-h/GALACTIC+FATHOMS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkkCzGpahOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KFHWiFBENFY/s320/GALACTIC+FATHOMS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352812709087446242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the galaxies &lt;br /&gt;on a clear night out at sea - &lt;br /&gt;when I look at the incredible&lt;br /&gt;brilliance of creation,and think&lt;br /&gt; that this is what God is like, &lt;br /&gt;then instead of feeling &lt;br /&gt;intimidated and diminished by it,&lt;br /&gt;I am enlarged . . . I rejoice&lt;br /&gt;that I am a part of it. The &lt;br /&gt;salt of the sea-spray joy.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your life. See it for&lt;br /&gt;the fathomless mystery that it is.&lt;br /&gt;Touch, taste, smell your way&lt;br /&gt;to the holy and hidden heart&lt;br /&gt;of it. Love as a wave loves&lt;br /&gt;the beach touching washing&lt;br /&gt;forming, gently, continuously.&lt;br /&gt;Unrelenting, but able to &lt;br /&gt;wash gently around the&lt;br /&gt;child's feet, ever forming&lt;br /&gt;grains in sands hourglass time.&lt;br /&gt;Because in the last analysis&lt;br /&gt;all moments are sacred moments &lt;br /&gt;and life itself is grace manifest.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkkTB1tJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G7bSGnbSRf4/s1600-h/moonsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkkTB1tJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G7bSGnbSRf4/s320/moonsea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352830554423775778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-5243367975413798210?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/5243367975413798210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/galactic-fathoms-when-i-look-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5243367975413798210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5243367975413798210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/galactic-fathoms-when-i-look-at.html' title='GALACTIC FATHOMS'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkkCzGpahOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KFHWiFBENFY/s72-c/GALACTIC+FATHOMS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-6290854030931083692</id><published>2009-06-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:33:24.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citizenship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>THE TIME HAS COME FOR ALL GOOD CITIZENS TO COME TO THE AID OF THEIR COUNTRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Skc2T8rTTdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/syAllVfHVvw/s1600-h/americans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Skc2T8rTTdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/syAllVfHVvw/s320/americans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352306398486285778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written on this subject several times before within other context. I now make this subject priority one, as I believe it should be.&lt;br /&gt;Our country is in deep trouble. Financially, diplomatically, and most of all in the lack of engaged citizenry. We have become a nation of extremes. We either are extremely left, extremely right, extremely liberal, extremely conservative, extremely religious, extremely secular, extremely Democratic, extremely Republican and predominantly, extremely apathetic. We tend to pigeon hole ourselves within a selected group and parrot what that group says, believes and votes for. By such ideological slotting, we can then disengage brain and let the other members of said groups think for us when it comes to our citizenry and politics. Just like in sports, we pick a team and then bash every other team. We second guess the coaches and berate losing players. Here is the difference. In politics and good engaged citizenry, WE are in fact the coach, owner and players. We would like to place blame on an administration, party or group. Just like in so many other facets of our lives, we have shunned responsibility and accountability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Politics, it seems to me, for years, or all too long, has been concerned with right or left instead of right or wrong.  ~Richard Armour&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are many men of principle in both parties in America, but there is no party of principle.  ~Alexis de Tocqueville&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We'd all like to vote for the best man, but he's never a candidate.  ~Frank McKinney "Kin" Hubbard&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be common ground which we can all stand upon. We must find that common ground. I believe we can all agree on keeping our republic sovereign and autonomous. I sincerely feel we stand to lose that soon should we continue down the path we are on. How can we accomplish this? We must start locally by approaching the party of which you are not a member of. If you are not now, or have ever been a member of any party, good. We must forgo this party mentality. I know it will be difficult to accomplish. Start by developing relationships with people of every party. Stop refusing to talk to liberals/conservatives. Be a citizen, not a republican/democrat/libertarian. Love liberty, not a politician. Love freedom, not television. Love your country, not dogmatism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Under democracy one party always devotes its chief energies to trying to prove that the other party is unfit to rule - and both commonly succeed, and are right.  ~H.L. Mencken, 1956&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All of us who are concerned for peace and triumph of reason and justice must be keenly aware how small an influence reason and honest good will exert upon events in the political field.  ~Albert Einstein&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Democrats are the party that says government will make you smarter, taller, richer, and remove the crabgrass on your lawn.  The Republicans are the party that says government doesn't work and then they get elected and prove it.  ~P.J. O'Rourke&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is up to us. We have to understand that we are the government. We have to become engaged in the process. We have to insure our posterity enjoys the same freedoms and liberty that our forefathers secured for us with hard knocks and blood. We have to understand that it is our noble charge to secure this future. The days of laziness and lackadaisical approaches are over. The party is over. Should we allow things to take the course those who would destroy our republic for their financial gain would want, which is what we are currently doing, we will lose our monetary autonomy and with it, so goes our republic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Midas, they say, possessed the art of old&lt;br /&gt;Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold;&lt;br /&gt;This modern statesmen can reverse with ease -&lt;br /&gt;Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please.&lt;br /&gt;~John Wolcot&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How come we choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America?  ~Author Unknown&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Politics is supposed to be the second-oldest profession.  I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.  ~Ronald Reagan&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must educate our youth on the rights and duties of citizenship. We must get our children engaged in the process. To do this, WE must be engaged in the process. Ask questions. Take the time to call your representatives. Force change by numbers of those us engaged. Take up the mantle of good citizenship and be a good example for our youth to emulate. Take  responsibility and be accountable. Be Americans one and all. This house is once again divided. This house will not stand as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Every two years the American politics industry fills the airwaves with the most virulent, scurrilous, wall-to-wall character assassination of nearly every political practitioner in the country - and then declares itself puzzled that America has lost trust in its politicians.  ~Charles Krauthammer&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Instead of giving a politician the keys to the city, it might be better to change the locks.  ~Doug Larson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One ought to recognize that the present political chaos is connected with the decay of language, and that one can probably bring about some improvement by starting at the verbal end.  If you simplify your English, you are freed from the worst follies of orthodoxy.  You cannot speak any of the necessary dialects, and when you make a stupid remark, its stupidity will be obvious, even to yourself.  Political language - and with variations this is true of all political parties, from Conservatives to Anarchists - is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.  One cannot change this all in a moment, but one can at least change one's own habits, and from time to time, one can even, if one jeers loudly enough, send some worn-out and useless phrase - some jackboot, Achilles' heel, hotbed, melting pot, acid test, veritable inferno or other lump of verbal refuse - into the dustbin where it belongs.  ~George Orwell, "Politics and the English Language," Shooting an Elephant, 1950&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Skc2Tp7JFjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Nua_iyRBQIk/s1600-h/americans+all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Skc2Tp7JFjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Nua_iyRBQIk/s320/americans+all.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352306393452451378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-6290854030931083692?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/6290854030931083692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-written-on-this-subject-several.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6290854030931083692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6290854030931083692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-written-on-this-subject-several.html' title='THE TIME HAS COME FOR ALL GOOD CITIZENS TO COME TO THE AID OF THEIR COUNTRY'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Skc2T8rTTdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/syAllVfHVvw/s72-c/americans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-8949903991709345259</id><published>2009-06-26T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:30:21.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Can't You Sea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkR3XhEAILI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BpHXibWizJU/s1600-h/seaside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkR3XhEAILI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BpHXibWizJU/s320/seaside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351533503118844082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean takes me to a place of peace&lt;br /&gt;I feel the ocean’s soul and I'm content, I have no worries, I'm at ease&lt;br /&gt;What I would do to live in the ocean and bathe in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Swim at every sunrise and mesmerize every sunset&lt;br /&gt;I want to run on the beach and dive in the waves….have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;Swim like a dolphin and grow with the coral reef&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part of the ocean like the ocean is a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I feel the oceans soul and it pulls me in&lt;br /&gt;Into a place of happiness and peace, I am the ocean&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is a beautiful place but it can take you in&lt;br /&gt;Swim...swim fast with the waves and you'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm loved by many and I see love&lt;br /&gt;I see you holding hands and staring at the moon&lt;br /&gt;I see you walking hand in hand, I knew you would come&lt;br /&gt;Sit by my shore and wait for the sun&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the day beautiful and allow the sun to reflect off of me&lt;br /&gt;Come to me and let go of your thoughts and fears&lt;br /&gt;I am the ocean, swim with me and I'll catch your tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-8949903991709345259?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/8949903991709345259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-you-sea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/8949903991709345259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/8949903991709345259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-you-sea.html' title='Can&apos;t You Sea?'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkR3XhEAILI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BpHXibWizJU/s72-c/seaside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-2391108146593105094</id><published>2009-06-23T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:31:06.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citizenship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkEMTuY9h5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/CgQdnRpke3Y/s1600-h/Broken+and+Burned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkEMTuY9h5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/CgQdnRpke3Y/s320/Broken+and+Burned.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350571365302634386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-2391108146593105094?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/2391108146593105094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/2391108146593105094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/2391108146593105094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SkEMTuY9h5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/CgQdnRpke3Y/s72-c/Broken+and+Burned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-2336344876769755475</id><published>2009-06-21T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:35:41.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.  ~William Wordsworth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tDoWDb2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/d3VO4sq48_c/s1600-h/streak_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tDoWDb2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/d3VO4sq48_c/s320/streak_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974053988036450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tDe3TmRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZUDFETORGkI/s1600-h/proud+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tDe3TmRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZUDFETORGkI/s320/proud+dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974051443153170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tDPjwv4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iDWbqDmFWi0/s1600-h/daugters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tDPjwv4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iDWbqDmFWi0/s320/daugters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974047334645634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tC3Igy-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KNTNwdi2p7Y/s1600-h/j+a+and+a+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tC3Igy-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KNTNwdi2p7Y/s320/j+a+and+a+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974040777903074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tCjZXV2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fm15A048_mY/s1600-h/grandad+with+truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tCjZXV2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fm15A048_mY/s320/grandad+with+truck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974035479877474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.  ~William Wordsworth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-2336344876769755475?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/2336344876769755475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/2336344876769755475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/2336344876769755475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj7tDoWDb2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/d3VO4sq48_c/s72-c/streak_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-295484859615044366</id><published>2009-06-20T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:53:38.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='same sex marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crooked bankers'/><title type='text'>THE EROSION OF FAMILIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj1noyMAQeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z2QOt576IiE/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj1noyMAQeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z2QOt576IiE/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349545882750566882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are tough. You pick the time. Financial, political and moral. I believe these tough times are intrinsically tied. We have sold out the family. We have devaluated our love of family, the traditional family, and our fellow citizen family. Because we don't stick together as these families, we have lost the team spirit and the strength in numbers we use to enjoy as a benefit of any of these important family groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHANGE IN THE DEFINITION OF THE TRADITIONAL FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first example is the shifting value of the traditional family and the definition of it. Let me preface this by saying that I am not homophobic, nor do I hate homosexuals. Neither do I believe that people are born that way. I believe they might be born with the propensity for this aberrant behavior, just as I believe that some people are born with the propensity for any other weaknesses of the flesh.  This is spelled out clearly in the New Testament. I prefer to use New Testament examples of the Word so as not to confuse the old law of salvation by works, by which I would render ambiguous my motivation for these quotes and my feelings on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness through the&lt;br /&gt;lusts of their own hearts, to dishonour their own bodies&lt;br /&gt;between themselves: Who changed the truth of God into a lie,&lt;br /&gt;and worshipped and served the creature more than the&lt;br /&gt;Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen. For this cause God&lt;br /&gt;gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did&lt;br /&gt;change the natural use into that which is against nature:&lt;br /&gt;And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the&lt;br /&gt;woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men&lt;br /&gt;working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves&lt;br /&gt;that recompence of their error which was meet. And even as&lt;br /&gt;they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave&lt;br /&gt;them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are&lt;br /&gt;not convenient;"&lt;br /&gt;Romans 1:24-28, KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the&lt;br /&gt;kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor&lt;br /&gt;idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of&lt;br /&gt;themselves with mankind [homosexuals],"&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 6:9, KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knowing this, that the law is not made for a righteous man,&lt;br /&gt;but for the lawless and disobedient, for the ungodly and for&lt;br /&gt;sinners, for unholy and profane, for murderers of fathers&lt;br /&gt;and murderers of mothers, for manslayers, For whoremongers,&lt;br /&gt;for them that defile themselves with mankind, [homosexuals]&lt;br /&gt;for menstealers, for liars, for perjured persons, and if&lt;br /&gt;there be any other thing that is contrary to sound&lt;br /&gt;doctrine;"&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 1:9-10, KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And turning the cities of Sodom and Gomorrha into ashes&lt;br /&gt;condemned them with an overthrow, making them an ensample&lt;br /&gt;unto those that after should live ungodly;"&lt;br /&gt;2 Peter 2:6, KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even as Sodom and Gomorrha, and the cities about them in&lt;br /&gt;like manner, giving themselves over to fornication, and&lt;br /&gt;going after strange flesh, are set forth for an example,&lt;br /&gt;suffering the vengeance of eternal fire."&lt;br /&gt;Jude 1:7, KJV&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also believe that it is something to be looked at as a weakness by the individual and something they should attempt to avoid or preclude, not something to acquiesce to. I believe that we should love and offer to the homosexual the same love and opportunity for help we would offer a drug addict, alcoholic or person with any other form of sexual addiction/s etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current push for the adoption of same sex marriage laws in many parts of the country in the name of liberty are a manifestation of the erosion of the traditional family. Only a man and woman can conceive a child, therefore I believe that only a man and woman should be parents. Any compromise of this pragmatic  premise,(my late grandfather used the "it's a simple plumbing issue" analogy) is a moral compromise and a slide into immorality for not only those who would abrogate this tradition, but a handicap to the children raised by same sex unions. Children need a father. Children need a mother. I do not believe that there should be a law against co-habitation of same sex adults. I also believe that adoption of children by same sex couples should be precluded except in extreme circumstances where the child might be a genetic child of one of the partners. I know, I have just breached a controversial and volatile subject. I am willing to listen to any argument. I am rarely fixed in a position unless God has locked that position in for us clearly in the Bible, dogmatism being my pet peeve. Of course, I don't believe the government should dictate morality one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHANGE IN OUR CITIZEN FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly we have changed our perception of the traditional family. So have we changed our perception and approach to our citizenship (our American family). We have become disengaged, apathetic, unappreciative and uninformed. We have become so very lazy and spoiled. It is exactly what the government would want. The government does not have your family's best interest in mind anymore. Let me repeat that -The government DOES NOT have your family's best interest in mind. The government is an oligarchy controlled by bankers. I worked in the banking industry for many years and have seen the slimy underbelly of this industry. They realized early on if they could get hold of the purse strings of the government they could themselves profit from the giant amount of money which could be generated by the illegal income tax. They accomplished this in several ways. First in 1913 by the creation of the Federal Reserve Act. Woodrow Wison afterward had much regret after signing this act into law and had this to say about it -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I am a most unhappy man. I have unwittingly ruined my country. A great industrial nation is controlled by its system of credit. Our system of credit is concentrated. The growth of the nation, therefore, and all our activities are in the hands of a few men. We have come to be one of the worst ruled, one of the most completely controlled and dominated Governments in the civilized world no longer a Government by free opinion, no longer a Government by conviction and the vote of the majority, but a Government by the opinion and duress of a small group of dominant men." &lt;br /&gt;~Woodrow Wilson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, the taxation of the public has increased at a rate commensurate with the money addicted spending of said public, and that of the politicians they choose. Tax collection and the defense of those accused of tax crimes has become a large industry. Not much has changed since Luke wrote about tax collectors and the feelings of people about them, nor has much changed about the sins of those who would so overly tax the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome's method of collecting taxes was to employ as tax collectors locals who knew who had money and where they kept it. A province was divided into tax districts. Locals would bid for the contract of collecting taxes in a district. The bid was the money they were contracted to pay the government; whatever they collected over that amount was theirs to keep. The chief tax collector (such as Zacchaeus in Luke 19:2) owned the contract for his region. Then he would employ others to collect taxes in the various villages. Tax collectors were widely regarded as thieves and robbers. Perhaps the Jews told "tax collector jokes" the same way we tell "lawyer jokes," we don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Luke 5:27-32 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] After this, Jesus went out and saw a tax collector by the name of Levi sitting at his tax booth. "Follow me," Jesus said to him, [28] and Levi got up, left everything and followed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] Then Levi held a great banquet for Jesus at his house, and a large crowd of tax collectors and others were eating with them. [30] But the Pharisees and the teachers of the law who belonged to their sect complained to his disciples, "Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and 'sinners'?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31] Jesus answered them, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. &lt;br /&gt;[32] I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 3: 12-13    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Then came also publicans to be baptized, and said unto him, Master, what shall we do? [13] And he said unto them, Exact no more than that which is appointed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spend and spend and spend mentality of entire population, politicans included are so increased as to have precipitated the creation of the two income household. This has caused further erosion of the traditional family we discussed earlier and greatly increased the amount available for the government to spend at it's  discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,the tax on earnings of the second household member begins where the last dollar of the first earner leave off. The middle income famly is more deeply leveraged than in history and the second income is completely negated by expenses of services (e.g. eating out etc.) which would be moot with a household member at home to provide these. Child care for instance was an expense almost non-existent in the 1970's now it accounts for @ 30% of a two  earner family with children. The cost of health insurance, cars, mortgages and interest on credit card debt has all at least doubled since that time. All of this money goes directly into the pockets of the bankers and financiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For what we spend we get less. Today for a normal non-cessarian child birth, insurance pays for 24 hours after normal delivery as compared to 5 days in '71 in some places by legislation because they were trying to push them out (pardon the pun) sooner. This practice is well known in the trade as "send em home quicker and sicker". There is also what I call faux insurance. Although you believe your family is covered. Here's a laugher, in Utah the (not sure about this guy's title, but maybe secretary of insurance?)politician in charge of the committee on insurance achieved the goal of insuring everyone, except it doesn't cover hospitalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses are no longer purchased based on the same reasons we bought them for in the 1970's People are buying schools. Let me define that statement. In side by side comparisons in Boston, in neighboroods measured for crime, sidewalks, racial composition, convenience to shopping, etc., 5 points in the difference in scores of reading for 3rd grade increased home prices by tens of thousands of dollars. Now you understand the real reason behind the school ratings system in Texas based on TAKS scores. In san diego, they did a study, parents would rather live by a toxic dump, than where they believed schools to be underperforming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slow erosion of employer sponsored benefits has shifted the burden to the individual who when left without a safety net due to said erosion now shifts the burden to the government as the government, and the bankers would want. This facilitates the government's desire to justify the illegal income tax and create the illusion of our dependence on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our entry into the workforce has also become more difficult with college degees being expected, not just desired. Twice as many people now believe that the '68 moon landing was faked, as believe you can make it in america without a college degree.&lt;br /&gt; In a major shift from the early '70s, when almost no one went to pre school, now almost everyone does. What took 12 years of free education to successfully enter the workforce then now takes 18 years. The family's cost for pre-school in some places although state subsidized approaches that of state institutions for higher learning. This is incomprehensible to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with that said, there is much more to learn, much more. not all of it is neccesary or useful in todays work force, but we feel obligated, as well we should to highly educate. The additional expense incurred by your average family for this lengthier and higher education is an additional burden. Families pay for 1/3 of that privately. Many through loans, many through grants, but all from our pockets no matter the route. Once again, interest and income for banks increases and increases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-295484859615044366?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/295484859615044366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/erosion-of-families.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/295484859615044366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/295484859615044366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/erosion-of-families.html' title='THE EROSION OF FAMILIES'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sj1noyMAQeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z2QOt576IiE/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-5713364881855120240</id><published>2009-06-19T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:58:34.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bailout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fianaces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='federal reserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government irresponsibility'/><title type='text'>FINANCIAL RESPONSIBILITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjwraKIf5jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cv-x1btfMfc/s1600-h/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjwraKIf5jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cv-x1btfMfc/s320/banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349198185805899314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the primary reasons that we find ourselves in the financial fix we are in now is due to the irresponsibility of financial institutions owned by corporations, and large corporations who practice such irresponsibility with impunity due to their corporate status which provides us no recourse to hold said corporate entities accountable (short of the board of directors in only the most agregious situations - Sarbanes-Oxley Act of 2002 Precipitated by the Enron fiasco). Irresonsible lending and mis-managed business were rewarded by "bailing out" these idiots and crooks, further ratifying the recent pernicious trend of lack of accountability. Now we are essentially printing script and throwing it at a problem which begs for some responsible accounting. Once again, I must say, Common sense and logic nearly always conflict with a purely government solution. Or, what is the only thing the government does well?- - -Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Bank local folks. Make sure it's not corporate owned. When you can, shop local. Get out of your company's 401k or insure it (especially if it is a large corporation). Don't let a "fund" manage your finances. Buy gold. Don't use credit cards. Dump your variable rate mortgage. Tighten your belts. Be frugal and pragmatic when you shop. Save gas when you can. And for gosh sakes, stop watching the idiot box! Read with your family, volunteer somewhere, take a class with your kids or spouse in art or something that interest you all, get involved in a cause you believe in and let's get our Republic back. &lt;br /&gt;Your Cynical Servant,&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Gene  D. Tomlinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-5713364881855120240?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/5713364881855120240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/financial-responsibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5713364881855120240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5713364881855120240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/financial-responsibility.html' title='FINANCIAL RESPONSIBILITY'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjwraKIf5jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cv-x1btfMfc/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-1062156013993509773</id><published>2009-06-18T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:04:24.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self improvement'/><title type='text'>COMBATTING NEGATIVITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjsexIiae4I/AAAAAAAAADk/zXS2hBoFXBQ/s1600-h/moons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjsexIiae4I/AAAAAAAAADk/zXS2hBoFXBQ/s320/moons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348902811886844802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. Now I don't know about you, but after accepting a gift this wonderful from our Lord, it is hard for me to be negtive about anything. There are many people though, who find themselves caught up in negativity whether it be their own, or that of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ephesians 1:3 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ.) ------------------------------God has given us everything we need to live the abundant fulfilled Christian life. We need to learn how to use what we have so that our lives will overflow with joy and thanksgiving.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s undeniably true that there will always be people in this world who see the glass as half empty. These are your negative people, who typically see the worst in a situation, no matter what the situation may be. Communicating with these people, whether they are friends, family, or coworkers, can often be difficult, exhausting, and can hinder your happiness. Why are these people negative though? Once we know the answer to this question, and gain some understanding into the problem we can find solutions to beating the negativity that these people possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Good &amp; Bad Sides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every situation there is in the world, there is always a “good side” and a “bad side”, or positive and negative sides. These positive and negative sides are typically subjective and dependent on the person who views the situation. In reality there is no situation that is strictly good or strictly bad. This is all determined based on the perception of the person who has the view. People who view the positive/good side are known to be optimistic, while people who view the negative/bad side are pessimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The classic “glass with water” analogy proves this pessimistic/optimistic theory that the way we view things subjectively ultimately determines if a situation is positive or negative. In reality, the glass has water in it taking up half its volume. It isn’t “half empty” nor is it “half full”, those are opinions based solely on an individual’s judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s important to realize and understand that situations have both a good and a bad side. Choosing one side over another limits your ability to find the real truth that lies in seeing the broader picture. We folks are lazy these days. Very lazy as comared to our forefathers. It is sometimes easier for us to claim one side, and when that side is the "bad" or negative side, we by our laziness choose it. Sometimes conciously, but most times subconciously. If we put our spirituality and God into this equation, though it may take more work, thought or time, before long it will become habit to make Him a part of every decision we make and perception that we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are overly negative are depressed. This is typically the main reason why negative people always see the worst in a situation. They can be depressed for many reasons, and it’s possible they are despondent about a certain topic or situation because it has hurt them in the past. Whatever the reason, they reflect their sorrow on the world around them, seeing only the bad things in life, which makes them even more depressed, and thus continues this downward spiral of negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we realize that a person is depressed, we want to help them if we can. We don’t want to see our friends and family in pain. So, we try to help them cope with their sadness, or fix their problems and reasons for their depression. What happens though is that these people can’t really be helped until they want to be helped. It isn’t until a depressed person realizes that they are depressed, and desires to make a change for the better, that they can be helped. If you feel that a friend of family member of yours is depressed, I seriously recommend having them discuss with a professional such as a psychiatrist about their depression as it can be a very serious problem leading to physical harm and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known negative people who after I had told them good news about myself, were the first to show their cynical attitude and point out why it isn’t good news at all. I knew that these people were only trying to sap my happiness, and I ignored their ill-willed comments. People should be happy for the success of their friends, family, and the people around them. Instead of feeling bad about not having someone’s success or achievements, these defeatists should use it as a learning experience and stepping stone to change their own lifestyle. Like I said, it is much easier to perpetuate a negative attitude than to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know a person who shows this type of jealous negativity, I would recommend avoiding them if you can. Share your positiveness with them as best you and offer yourself as a good example for them to emulate. If they are incapable of listening (many are) than seperating yourself from them might bring them to the realization that you are uncomfortable around them. These people believe that you are part of their problem, even though in actuality you aren’t, so it is best to stay away from them, because they will only continue to attempt to make you feel badly about your achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breaking the Negativity Virus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negativity is truly a virus of the personality. It infects the mind of one person, and that person continues to spread the virus to other people. It’s extremely important that you don’t become infected, and here are a few tips on how to break the chain of infection from the Negativity Virus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust in your own opinions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative and positive views are only opinions, and you should realize that no opinion is a fact, so trust your opinion above the opinions of others if you don’t agree with them. It’s important to get the opinion of many different people anyway, so don’t focus on a single negative one. Remember that your happiness is valuable to you and no one has the right to take that away from you if you don’t allow it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show the good in the bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know a pessimistic person that always points out the bad in situations, you can combat the attitude by telling them the good in the situation, or even have them tell you the good in the situation. Pessimism is based on a subjective view of something, so it is helpful to have a pessimistic person realize that there is a good side as well to be seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjsfhfOSjAI/AAAAAAAAADs/lT7alBYRwW8/s1600-h/grumpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjsfhfOSjAI/AAAAAAAAADs/lT7alBYRwW8/s320/grumpy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348903642610174978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be kind, but don’t be an ego feeder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative people often search for people to feed their egos to make them feel better about themselves, which is only a temporary gratification. It’s important to be kind to the people around you, but don’t overdo it to the point that people talk to you just for an ego boost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Include the negative person in a positive situation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it can really help to change the outlook a person has just by including them in a fun event, or happy situation. People can sometimes be truly missing out on the great things that life has to offer, so if you can, try to include them in something fun that you are doing. You may just happen to guide them back on the right track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isolate yourself as a last resort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are people that no matter what you try to help or resolve a person’s negativity, they remain pessimistic. At this point, I recommend breaking ties with these people, and isolating yourself from them. There isn’t much else you can do to help, so it is pointless to continue subjecting yourself to their negative attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with negative people can often seem like a daunting task, one that leaves you feeling sapped of energy, but once you understand the cause of a person’s pessimistic attitude, you can help try to fix it or recommend someone who can. Trust in yourself and do your best to see the great things in the world while trying to eliminate the bad. If you do this and do it well, eventually the pessimists will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we see the world is only a matter of perception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sjsew7NEpFI/AAAAAAAAADc/OVwVaO_u3CY/s1600-h/avoid+negative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/Sjsew7NEpFI/AAAAAAAAADc/OVwVaO_u3CY/s320/avoid+negative.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348902808307672146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-1062156013993509773?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/1062156013993509773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/combatting-negativity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1062156013993509773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1062156013993509773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/combatting-negativity.html' title='COMBATTING NEGATIVITY'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjsexIiae4I/AAAAAAAAADk/zXS2hBoFXBQ/s72-c/moons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-6622066511559636872</id><published>2009-06-17T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:59:15.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bailout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fianaces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='federal reserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government irresponsibility'/><title type='text'>Greed, Taxation and Irresponsible Spending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjkLg7bRXFI/AAAAAAAAADE/XBrm1fmSvpo/s1600-h/greedmoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjkLg7bRXFI/AAAAAAAAADE/XBrm1fmSvpo/s320/greedmoney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348318692814969938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed. When asked recently what I thought was the biggest problem our country faces, this was my response. "Absolutely" said the inquisitor, "Our politicians are all greedy so and sos who can't control their money drunkness." Now, God bless this man, he made the statement sitting in a nice restauraunt sipping a $15 cocktail complaining about the gas mileage his Escalade is getting. Now let me preface this by saying I don't begrudge anyone for buying what they feel they can afford. My problem is with people feeling the need to buy things which they really can't. And in turn our politicians doing the same with our taxes. The hubristic nature in which they wield &lt;em&gt;OUR&lt;/em&gt; money is what sticks in my craw. Especially when there is no money to spend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an except from Ron Paul speaking recently on war spending. It is fantastic and eye opening. Everyone should be aware of the fiscal nightmare this bit outlines. The IMF is just what Dr. Paul calls it - "A destructive organization." The International Monetary Fund's agenda does &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;, repeat, does &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; consider the best interest of the United States or any other country for that matter. It is solely concerned with it's own agenda. It is an international consortium of banks and financiers concerned with the agendas of it's members. It's board consist of high level bankers and financial consultants, all from the financial community. Bankers are in business to make money with money, within which lies the conflict of interest between your tax money and the IMF. Or any organization concerned with income based on holding on to either your money or your collateral. Here is the big problem, unfortunately our financial arrangements currently in place with the Federal Reserve, have our politicians "strung out" (pardon the drug parlance)on tax and spend mentalities. The IMF knows that should we continue down this course, it will achieve what it desires, - a global currency. With the loss of our monetary autonomy, will follow the loss of our Republic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;"Mr. Speaker, I rise in strong opposition to this conference report on the War Supplemental Appropriations. I wonder what happened to all of my colleagues who said they were opposed to the ongoing wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. I wonder what happened to my colleagues who voted with me as I opposed every war supplemental request under the previous administration. It seems, with very few exceptions, they have changed their position on the war now that the White House has changed hands. I find this troubling. As I have said while opposing previous war funding requests, a vote to fund the war is a vote in favor of the war. Congress exercises its constitutional prerogatives through the power of the purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conference report, being a Washington-style compromise, reflects one thing Congress agrees on: spending money we do not have. So this “compromise” bill spends 15 percent more than the president requested, which is $9 billion more than in the original House bill and $14.6 billion more than the original Senate version. Included in this final version – in addition to the $106 billion to continue the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq – is a $108 billion loan guarantee to the International Monetary Fund, allowing that destructive organization to continue spending taxpayer money to prop up corrupt elites and promote harmful economic policies overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Americans struggle through the worst economic downturn since the Great Depression, this emergency supplemental appropriations bill sends billions of dollars overseas as foreign aid. Included in this appropriation is $660 million for Gaza, $555 million for Israel, $310 million for Egypt, $300 million for Jordan, and $420 million for Mexico. Some $889 million will be sent to the United Nations for “peacekeeping” missions. Almost one billion dollars will be sent overseas to address the global financial crisis outside our borders and nearly $8 billion will be spent to address a “potential pandemic flu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Speaker, I continue to believe that the best way to support our troops is to bring them home from Iraq and Afghanistan. If one looks at the original authorization for the use of force in Afghanistan, it is clear that the ongoing and expanding nation-building mission there has nothing to do with our goal of capturing and bringing to justice those who attacked the United States on September 11, 2001. Our continued presence in Iraq and Afghanistan does not make us safer at home, but in fact it undermines our national security. I urge my colleagues to defeat this reckless conference report."&lt;br /&gt;~Ron Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjkLg35ZZOI/AAAAAAAAADM/0PYBc345wr0/s1600-h/greed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjkLg35ZZOI/AAAAAAAAADM/0PYBc345wr0/s320/greed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348318691867583714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-6622066511559636872?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/6622066511559636872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/greed-taxation-and-irresponsible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6622066511559636872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6622066511559636872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/greed-taxation-and-irresponsible.html' title='Greed, Taxation and Irresponsible Spending'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjkLg7bRXFI/AAAAAAAAADE/XBrm1fmSvpo/s72-c/greedmoney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-2950253513780157786</id><published>2009-06-16T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:59:47.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bailout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fianaces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='federal reserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government irresponsibility'/><title type='text'>NOT YOURS TO GIVE - DAVID CROCKETT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjiClEoVEaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PvFmtGMK2EM/s1600-h/crockett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjiClEoVEaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PvFmtGMK2EM/s320/crockett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348168130912129442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Texans think about David Crockett more in the context of his participation in our revolution than we do of him as a congressman. He was one of the first true conservatives and learned about the people's feeling on spending the hard way. This is a very interesting read and quite timely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a story of David Crockett speaking on government spending and the events which led him to his opinion of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Yours To Give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Col. David Crockett&lt;br /&gt;US Representative from Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally published in "The Life of Colonel David Crockett," &lt;br /&gt;by Edward Sylvester Ellis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in the House of Representatives a bill was taken up appropriating money for the benefit of a widow of a distinguished naval officer. Several beautiful speeches had been made in its support. The Speaker was just about to put the question when Crockett arose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Speaker--I have as much respect for the memory of the deceased, and as much sympathy for the sufferings of the living, if suffering there be, as any man in this House, but we must not permit our respect for the dead or our sympathy for a part of the living to lead us into an act of injustice to the balance of the living. I will not go into an argument to prove that Congress has not the power to appropriate this money as an act of charity. Every member upon this floor knows it. We have the right, as individuals, to give away as much of our own money as we please in charity; but as members of Congress we have no right so to appropriate a dollar of the public money. Some eloquent appeals have been made to us upon the ground that it is a debt due the deceased. Mr. Speaker, the deceased lived long after the close of the war; he was in office to the day of his death, and I have never heard that the government was in arrears to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every man in this House knows it is not a debt. We cannot, without the grossest corruption, appropriate this money as the payment of a debt. We have not the semblance of authority to appropriate it as charity. Mr. Speaker, I have said we have the right to give as much money of our own as we please. I am the poorest man on this floor. I cannot vote for this bill, but I will give one week's pay to the object, and if every member of Congress will do the same, it will amount to more than the bill asks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took his seat. Nobody replied. The bill was put upon its passage, and, instead of passing unanimously, as was generally supposed, and as, no doubt, it would, but for that speech, it received but few votes, and, of course, was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when asked by a friend why he had opposed the appropriation, Crockett gave this explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Several years ago I was one evening standing on the steps of the Capitol with some other members of Congress, when our attention was attracted by a great light over in Georgetown. It was evidently a large fire. We jumped into a hack and drove over as fast as we could. In spite of all that could be done, many houses were burned and many families made houseless, and, besides, some of them had lost all but the clothes they had on. The weather was very cold, and when I saw so many women and children suffering, I felt that something ought to be done for them. The next morning a bill was introduced appropriating $20,000 for their relief. We put aside all other business and rushed it through as soon as it could be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next summer, when it began to be time to think about election, I concluded I would take a scout around among the boys of my district. I had no opposition there, but, as the election was some time off, I did not know what might turn up. When riding one day in a part of my district in which I was more of a stranger than any other, I saw a man in a field plowing and coming toward the road. I gauged my gait so that we should meet as he came to the fence. As he came up, I spoke to the man. He replied politely, but, as I thought, rather coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I began: 'Well, friend, I am one of those unfortunate beings called&lt;br /&gt;candidates, and---‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I know you; you are Colonel Crockett. I have seen you once before, and voted for you the last time you were elected. I suppose you are out electioneering now, but you had better not waste your time or mine, I shall not vote for you again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was a sockdolager...I begged him to tell me what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ’Well, Colonel, it is hardly worth-while to waste time or words upon it. I do not see how it can be mended, but you gave a vote last winter which shows that either you have not capacity to understand the Constitution, or that you are wanting in the honesty and firmness to be guided by it. In either case you are not the man to represent me. But I beg your pardon for expressing it in that way. I did not intend to avail myself of the privilege of the constituent to speak plainly to a candidate for the purpose of insulting or wounding you. I intend by it only to say that your understanding of the Constitution is very different from mine; and I will say to you what, but for my rudeness, I should not have said, that I believe you to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;…But an understanding of the Constitution different from mine I cannot overlook, because the Constitution, to be worth anything, must be held sacred, and rigidly observed in all its provisions. The man who wields power and misinterprets it is the more dangerous the more honest he is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'I admit the truth of all you say, but there must be some mistake about it, for I do not remember that I gave any vote last winter upon any constitutional question.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ ‘No, Colonel, there’s no mistake. Though I live in the backwoods and seldom go from home, I take the papers from Washington and read very carefully all the proceedings of Congress. My papers say that last winter you voted for a bill to appropriate $20,000 to some sufferers by a fire in Georgetown. Is that true?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ‘Well, my friend; I may as well own up. You have got me there. But certainly nobody will complain that a great and rich country like ours should give the insignificant sum of $20,000 to relieve its suffering women and children, particularly with a full and overflowing Treasury, and I am sure, if you had been there, you would have done just as I did.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ‘It is not the amount, Colonel, that I complain of; it is the principle. In the first place, the government ought to have in the Treasury no more than enough for its legitimate purposes. But that has nothing with the question. The power of collecting and disbursing money at pleasure is the most dangerous power that can be entrusted to man, particularly under our system of collecting revenue by a tariff, which reaches every man in the country, no matter how poor he may be, and the poorer he is the more he pays in proportion to his means. What is worse, it presses upon him without his knowledge where the weight centers, for there is not a man in the United States who can ever guess how much he pays to the government. So you see, that while you are contributing to relieve one, you are drawing it from thousands who are even worse off than he. If you had the right to give anything, the amount was simply a matter of discretion with you, and you had as much right to give $20,000,000 as $20,000. If you have the right to give to one, you have the right to give to all; and, as the Constitution neither defines charity nor stipulates the amount, you are at liberty to give to any and everything which you may believe, or profess to believe, is a charity, and to any amount you may think proper. You will very easily perceive what a wide door this would open for fraud and corruption and favoritism, on the one hand, and for robbing the people on the other. 'No, Colonel, Congress has no right to give charity. Individual members may give as much of their own money as they please, but they have no right to touch a dollar of the public money for that purpose. If twice as many houses had been burned in this county as in Georgetown, neither you nor any other member of Congress would have thought of appropriating a dollar for our relief. There are about two hundred and forty members of Congress. If they had shown their sympathy for the sufferers by contributing each one week's pay, it would have made over $13,000. There are plenty of wealthy men in and around Washington who could have given $20,000 without depriving themselves of even a luxury of life.' "The congressmen chose to keep their own money, which, if reports be true, some of them spend not very creditably; and the people about Washington, no doubt, applauded you for relieving them from the necessity of giving by giving what was not yours to give. The people have delegated to Congress, by the Constitution, the power to do certain things. To do these, it is authorized to collect and pay moneys, and for nothing else. Everything beyond this is usurpation, and a violation of the Constitution.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'So you see, Colonel, you have violated the Constitution in what I consider a vital point. It is a precedent fraught with danger to the country, for when Congress once begins to stretch its power beyond the limits of the Constitution, there is no limit to it, and no security for the people. I have no doubt you acted honestly, but that does not make it any better, except as far as you are personally concerned, and you see that I cannot vote for you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell you I felt streaked. I saw if I should have opposition, and this man should go to talking, he would set others to talking, and in that district I was a gone fawn-skin. I could not answer him, and the fact is, I was so fully convinced that he was right, I did not want to. But I must satisfy him, and I said to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ‘Well, my friend, you hit the nail upon the head when you said I had not sense enough to understand the Constitution. I intended to be guided by it, and thought I had studied it fully. I have heard many speeches in Congress about the powers of Congress, but what you have said here at your plow has got more hard, sound sense in it than all the fine speeches I ever heard. If I had ever taken the view of it that you have, I would have put my head into the fire before I would have given that vote; and if you will forgive me and vote for me again, if I ever vote for another unconstitutional law I wish I may be shot.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He laughingly replied; 'Yes, Colonel, you have sworn to that once before, but I will trust you again upon one condition. You say that you are convinced that your vote was wrong. Your acknowledgment of it will do more good than beating you for it. If, as you go around the district, you will tell people about this vote, and that you are satisfied it was wrong, I will not only vote for you, but will do what I can to keep down opposition, and, perhaps, I may exert some little influence in that way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ‘If I don't’, said I, 'I wish I may be shot; and to convince you that I am in earnest in what I say I will come back this way in a week or ten days, and if you will get up a gathering of the people, I will make a speech to them. Get up a barbecue, and I will pay for it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ‘No, Colonel, we are not rich people in this section, but we have plenty of provisions to contribute for a barbecue, and some to spare for those who have none. The push of crops will be over in a few days, and we can then afford a day for a barbecue. This is Thursday; I will see to getting it up on Saturday week. Come to my house on Friday, and we will go together, and I promise you a very respectable crowd to see and hear you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Well, I will be here. But one thing more before I say good-bye. I must know your name.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'My name is Bunce.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Not Horatio Bunce?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Yes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Well, Mr. Bunce, I never saw you before, though you say you have seen me, but I know you very well. I am glad I have met you, and very proud that I may hope to have you for my friend.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was one of the luckiest hits of my life that I met him. He mingled but little with the public, but was widely known for his remarkable intelligence and incorruptible integrity,  and for a heart brimful and running over with kindness and benevolence, which showed themselves not only in words but in acts. He was the oracle of the whole country around him, and his fame had extended far beyond the circle of his immediate acquaintance. Though I had never met him, before, I had heard much of him, and but for this meeting it is very likely I should have had opposition, and had been beaten. One thing is very certain, no man could now stand up in that district under such a vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the appointed time I was at his house, having told our conversation to every crowd I had met, and to every man I stayed all night with, and I found that it gave the people an interest and a confidence in me stronger than I had ever seen manifested before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though I was considerably fatigued when I reached his house, and, under ordinary circumstances, should have gone early to bed, I kept him up until midnight, talking about the principles and affairs of government, and got more real, true knowledge of them than I had got all my life before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have known and seen much of him since, for I respect him - no, that is not the word - I reverence and love him more than any living man, and I go to see him two or three times every year; and I will tell you, sir, if every one who professes to be a Christian lived and acted and enjoyed it as he does, the religion of Christ would take the world by storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But to return to my story. The next morning we went to the barbecue, and, to my surprise, found about a thousand men there. I met a good many whom I had not known before, and they and my friend introduced me around until I had got pretty well acquainted - at least, they all knew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In due time notice was given that I would speak to them. They gathered up around a stand that had been erected. I opened my speech by saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ‘Fellow-citizens - I present myself before you today feeling like a new man. My eyes have lately been opened to truths which ignorance or prejudice, or both, had heretofore hidden from my view. I feel that I can today offer you the ability to render you more valuable service than I have ever been able to render before. I am here today more for the purpose of acknowledging my error than to seek your votes. That I should make this acknowledgment is due to myself as well as to you. Whether you will vote for me is a matter for your consideration only.’"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I went on to tell them about the fire and my vote for the appropriation and then told them why I was satisfied it was wrong. I closed by saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ‘And now, fellow-citizens, it remains only for me to tell you that the most of the speech you have listened to with so much interest was simply a repetition of the arguments by which your neighbor, Mr. Bunce, convinced me of my error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ‘It is the best speech I ever made in my life, but he is entitled to the&lt;br /&gt;credit for it. And now I hope he is satisfied with his convert and that he will get up here and tell you so.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He came upon the stand and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ‘Fellow-citizens - It affords me great pleasure to comply with the request of Colonel Crockett. I have always considered him a thoroughly honest man, and I am satisfied that he will faithfully perform all that he has promised you today.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He went down, and there went up from that crowd such a shout for Davy Crockett as his name never called forth before.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not much given to tears, but I was taken with a choking then and felt some big drops rolling down my cheeks. And I tell you now that the remembrance of those few words spoken by such a man, and the honest, hearty shout they produced, is worth more to me than all the honors I have received and all the reputation I have ever made, or ever shall make, as a member of Congress.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, sir," concluded Crockett, "you know why I made that speech yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is one thing now to which I will call your attention. You remember that I proposed to give a week's pay. There are in that House many very wealthy men - men who think nothing of spending a week's pay, or a dozen of them, for a dinner or a wine party when they have something to accomplish by it. Some of those same men made beautiful speeches upon the great debt of gratitude which the country owed the deceased--a debt which could not be paid by money--and the insignificance and worthlessness of money, particularly so insignificant a sum as $10,000,  when weighed against the honor of the nation. Yet not one of them responded to my proposition. Money with them is nothing but trash when it is to come out of the people. But it is the one great thing for which most of them are striving, and many of them sacrifice honor, integrity, and justice to obtain it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjiClTj8OtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WrWnnUIlmWI/s1600-h/Crockett+on+Mesquite+in+leather+dye+and+caligraphy+pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjiClTj8OtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WrWnnUIlmWI/s320/Crockett+on+Mesquite+in+leather+dye+and+caligraphy+pen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348168134920256210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-2950253513780157786?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/2950253513780157786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-yours-to-give-david-crockett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/2950253513780157786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/2950253513780157786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-yours-to-give-david-crockett.html' title='NOT YOURS TO GIVE - DAVID CROCKETT'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjiClEoVEaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PvFmtGMK2EM/s72-c/crockett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-1294832212088142561</id><published>2009-06-16T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:04:36.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bravery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cowardice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coward'/><title type='text'>Change and Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjekPP0mmrI/AAAAAAAAACk/AVskz0qJ74Q/s1600-h/selfless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjekPP0mmrI/AAAAAAAAACk/AVskz0qJ74Q/s320/selfless.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347923664377911986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The difference between cowardice and courage is how one reacts to change. Within that reaction - lives the mettle of men. The quality of that mettle rests upon one's answer to the quesion, - from whom do I seek approval? Within that decision - is one's morality. Within that morality is the rock of courage. &lt;br /&gt;When we face difficult change or challenge with our morality firmly in place, our actions will be without fear knowing we can look in the mirror and be accountable to ourselves and God. Only then can we stop being the skulker, fearful of change and challenge. Thereby freeing ourselves from the chains of cowardly indecision, complacency and disappointment, and stride the world as a hero for our Lord. Not just expecting, but embracing change and challenge and turning them to our benefit as His soldier and a champion for change, challenge and ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Within those principles - lives the adventure of life, and we  become an instrument for change, not a victim of it.&lt;br /&gt;~Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjekPVETPFI/AAAAAAAAACs/i6BDaF3NOTE/s1600-h/dsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjekPVETPFI/AAAAAAAAACs/i6BDaF3NOTE/s320/dsm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347923665785928786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-1294832212088142561?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/1294832212088142561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/change-and-courage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1294832212088142561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1294832212088142561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/change-and-courage.html' title='Change and Courage'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjekPP0mmrI/AAAAAAAAACk/AVskz0qJ74Q/s72-c/selfless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-2798191046818049052</id><published>2009-06-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:02:23.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God's Agenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjbmdGKbBFI/AAAAAAAAACc/kyW5HRl9yOk/s1600-h/lift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjbmdGKbBFI/AAAAAAAAACc/kyW5HRl9yOk/s320/lift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347714995093963858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oftentimes, our agendas run contrary to God's. The discomfort that is visited upon us in this world is of course, not what we would have chosen for ourselves. Neither is an easy path for us chosen by God. He loves us more than we love ourselves. His plan can anger, hurt, disturb and baffle us. His love however isn't manifest in a worldy manner. His love is often reserved for us in Glory, where our loved ones shall share this grand plan of His with us. Our own selfishness and visceral need for comfort and instinct to survive can fog our vision and make it difficult to see which fork in the road to take. Lift us up Lord, that we can see over the fog of this world and the forks in the road and down that path and through the seasons of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;~Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjbmczdySYI/AAAAAAAAACU/7rUhYlgJja4/s1600-h/sunset+horizon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjbmczdySYI/AAAAAAAAACU/7rUhYlgJja4/s320/sunset+horizon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347714990074907010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-2798191046818049052?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/2798191046818049052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/gods-agenda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/2798191046818049052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/2798191046818049052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/gods-agenda.html' title='God&apos;s Agenda'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjbmdGKbBFI/AAAAAAAAACc/kyW5HRl9yOk/s72-c/lift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-6178490344323076252</id><published>2009-06-14T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:02:06.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Forgiveness is deciding to wipe clean our hope for a better past and to accept the role of others in our "not so perfect" lives. It is placing blame only inwardly and never outwardly. It is loving those who would bring us discomfort and visit upon us the harshness of this world, knowing they too are children of God. It is understanding the price paid by our Savior and His Father for our imperfection and placing upon that gift an intrinsic value. It is reconciling ourselves, to ourselves. It is the true transcention from our worldly selves, to what our Lord would have us be. Forgiveness is love, God style."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-6178490344323076252?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/6178490344323076252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/forgiveness-is-deciding-to-wipe-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6178490344323076252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6178490344323076252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/forgiveness-is-deciding-to-wipe-clean.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-5210653518922595292</id><published>2009-06-14T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:00:20.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bailout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fianaces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='federal reserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government irresponsibility'/><title type='text'>Financial Accountability\Responsibility Tip For Our GovernmentShare</title><content type='html'>Financial Accountability\Responsibility Tip For Our GovernmentShare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the primary reasons that we find ourselves in the financial fix we are in now is due to the irresponsibility of financial institutions owned by corporations, and large corporations who practice such irresponsibility with impunity due to their corporate status which provides us no recourse to hold said corporate entities accountable (short of the board of directors in only the most agregious situations - Sarbanes-Oxley Act of 2002). Irresonsible lending and mis-managed business were rewarded by "bailing out" these idiots and crooks, further ratifying the recent pernicious trend of lack of accountability. Now we are essentially printing script and throwing it at a problem which begs for some responsible accounting. Once again, I must say, Common sense and logic nearly always conflict with a purely government solution. &lt;br /&gt;Bank local folks. Make sure it's not corporate owned. When you can, shop local. Get out of your company's 401k or insure it (especially if it is a large corporation). Don't let a "fund" manage your finances. Buy gold. Don't use credit cards. Dump your variable rate mortgage. Tighten your belts. Be frugal and pragmatic when you shop. Save gas when you can. And for gosh sakes, stop watching the idiot box! Read with your family, volunteer somewhere, take a class with your kids or spouse in art or something that interest you all, get involved in a cause you believe in and let's get our Republic back. &lt;br /&gt;Your Cynical Servant,&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Gene Tomlinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-5210653518922595292?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/5210653518922595292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/financial-accountabilityresponsibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5210653518922595292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5210653518922595292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/financial-accountabilityresponsibility.html' title='Financial Accountability\Responsibility Tip For Our GovernmentShare'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-1212292391950397584</id><published>2009-06-14T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:39:18.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Letter to State Representative Susan King in support of (HCR)50 Texas sovereignity under the 10th Amendment&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is a letter I wrote to our local State Representative, Susan King in support of&lt;br /&gt; (HCR)50 Texas sovereignity on February 20th (which just passed at the end of May)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Representative King, &lt;br /&gt;Greetings. I write today to echo the sympathies of Governor Perry and to voice my support of (HCR) 50. I sincerely hope that you will stay true to the idealism that you have heretofore shown, and to eschew the temptation to be bent and swayed by the strong peer pressure which you are bound to experience. Remember the undiluted storm of idealism of the framers and use that same strong wind which filled their sails to drive you through these choppy waters and use the morality that was their ballast and keel to keep you steadfast in the storm. &lt;br /&gt;We your constituents, trust and rely on you and your peers to keep our State sovereign and efficacious. Support House Concurrent Resolution (HCR) 50 in support of states’ rights under the 10th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, which reads as follows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONCURRENT RESOLUTION &lt;br /&gt;WHEREAS,&lt;br /&gt;The Tenth Amendment to the Constitution of the &lt;br /&gt;United States reads as follows: "The powers not delegated to the &lt;br /&gt;United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the &lt;br /&gt;States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people"; &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;WHEREAS, &lt;br /&gt;The Tenth Amendment defines the total scope of &lt;br /&gt;federal power as being that specifically granted by the &lt;br /&gt;Constitution of the United States and no more; and &lt;br /&gt;WHEREAS,&lt;br /&gt;The scope of power defined by the Tenth Amendment &lt;br /&gt;means that the federal government was created by the states &lt;br /&gt;specifically to be an agent of the states; and &lt;br /&gt;WHEREAS,&lt;br /&gt;Today, in 2009, the states are demonstrably treated &lt;br /&gt;as agents of the federal government; and &lt;br /&gt;WHEREAS,&lt;br /&gt;Many federal laws are directly in violation of the &lt;br /&gt;Tenth Amendment to the Constitution of the United States; and &lt;br /&gt;WHEREAS,&lt;br /&gt;The Tenth Amendment assures that we, the people of &lt;br /&gt;the United States of America and each sovereign state in the Union &lt;br /&gt;of States, now have, and have always had, rights the federal &lt;br /&gt;government may not usurp; and &lt;br /&gt;WHEREAS,&lt;br /&gt;Section 4, Article IV, of the Constitution says, &lt;br /&gt;"The United States shall guarantee to every State in this Union a &lt;br /&gt;Republican Form of Government," and the Ninth Amendment states that &lt;br /&gt;"The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not &lt;br /&gt;be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people"; &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;WHEREAS,&lt;br /&gt;The United States Supreme Court has ruled in New &lt;br /&gt;York v. United States, 112 S. Ct. 2408 (1992), that congress may not &lt;br /&gt;simply commandeer the legislative and regulatory processes of the &lt;br /&gt;states; and &lt;br /&gt;WHEREAS,&lt;br /&gt;A number of proposals from previous administrations &lt;br /&gt;and some now pending from the present administration and from &lt;br /&gt;congress may further violate the Constitution of the United States; &lt;br /&gt;now, therefore, be it &lt;br /&gt;RESOLVED,&lt;br /&gt;That the 81st Legislature of the State of Texas &lt;br /&gt;hereby claim sovereignty under the Tenth Amendment to the &lt;br /&gt;Constitution of the United States over all powers not otherwise &lt;br /&gt;enumerated and granted to the federal government by the &lt;br /&gt;Constitution of the United States; and, be it further &lt;br /&gt;RESOLVED,&lt;br /&gt;That this serve as notice and demand to the federal &lt;br /&gt;government, as our agent, to cease and desist, effective &lt;br /&gt;immediately, mandates that are beyond the scope of these &lt;br /&gt;constitutionally delegated powers; and, be it further &lt;br /&gt;RESOLVED,&lt;br /&gt;That all compulsory federal legislation that &lt;br /&gt;directs states to comply under threat of civil or criminal &lt;br /&gt;penalties or sanctions or that requires states to pass legislation &lt;br /&gt;or lose federal funding be prohibited or repealed; and, be it &lt;br /&gt;further &lt;br /&gt;RESOLVED, &lt;br /&gt;That the Texas secretary of state forward official &lt;br /&gt;copies of this resolution to the president of the United States, to &lt;br /&gt;the speaker of the house of representatives and the president of the &lt;br /&gt;senate of the United States Congress, and to all the members of the &lt;br /&gt;Texas delegation to the congress with the request that this &lt;br /&gt;resolution be officially entered in the Congressional Record as a &lt;br /&gt;memorial to the Congress of the United States of America.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also ask you take a minute or two to read and/or re-read some of my favorite quotes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a few from Andrew Jackson over 150 years ago regarding his attitude toward a government owned bank etc. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is to be regretted that the rich and powerful too often bend the acts of government to their selfish purposes."&lt;br /&gt;~Andrew Jackson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The bold effort the present (central) bank had made to control the government ... are but premonitions of the fate that await the American people should they be deluded into a perpetuation of this institution or the establishment of another like it." - "Gentlemen, I have had men watching you for a long time and I am convinced that you have used the funds of the bank to speculate in the breadstuffs of the country. When you won, you divided the profits amongst you, and when you lost, you charged it to the bank. You tell me that if I take the deposits from the bank and annul its charter, I shall ruin ten thousand families. That may be true, gentlemen, but that is your sin! Should I let you go on, you will ruin fifty thousand families, and that would be my sin! &lt;br /&gt;~Andrew Jackson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Abraham Lincoln on corporations. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes &lt;br /&gt;me to tremble for the safety of my country. As a result of the war, corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places&lt;br /&gt;will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong it's reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed. I feel at this moment more anxiety for the safety of my country than ever before, even in the midst of war. &lt;br /&gt;God grant that my suspicions may prove groundless." &lt;br /&gt;~Abraham Lincoln&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, several by John F. Kennedy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Chinese use two brush strokes to write the word 'crisis'. One brush stroke stands for danger; the other for opportunity. In a crisis, be aware of the danger-but recognize the opportunity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man does what he must.. in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers, and pressures.. and that is the basis of all human morality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I look forward to a great future for America - a future in which our country will match its military strength with our moral restraint, its wealth with our wisdom, its power with our purpose."&lt;br /&gt;~John F. Kennedy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Martin Luther King Jr. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the end we will not remember the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." &lt;br /&gt;~Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time Representative and Kindest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Gene Tomlinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-1212292391950397584?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/1212292391950397584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-to-state-representative-susan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1212292391950397584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1212292391950397584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-to-state-representative-susan.html' title=''/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-6931526455056014183</id><published>2009-06-13T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:05:10.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Joy Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjRbO67EEbI/AAAAAAAAABg/leVqjbXysYs/s1600-h/charger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjRbO67EEbI/AAAAAAAAABg/leVqjbXysYs/s320/charger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346998969488904626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Apprehensive, nervous and filled with elation&lt;br /&gt;We crawl behind the wheel, now no trepidation.&lt;br /&gt;Our egos sitting proudly at our side&lt;br /&gt;We begin the embarkation&lt;br /&gt;On our Joy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshowers drenching the day and our lives as we pass those&lt;br /&gt;who’ve chosen to stop and smell a rose,&lt;br /&gt;We hold the wheel of our sturdy steed&lt;br /&gt;Mustang or mayhap a Charger, I suppose&lt;br /&gt;fulfill the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boldly we steer confidently we navigate hazards that appear&lt;br /&gt;Fine tuned machines are we, what? Fear?&lt;br /&gt;A bumpy road here, a spinout there,&lt;br /&gt;We are the sports model dear.&lt;br /&gt;We do not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this oil.Try this gas.It’ll make you look good as well as go fast.&lt;br /&gt;Wear and tear? What? Ha, we’re made to last!&lt;br /&gt;If not, I’ll get her fixed, I got the warranty.&lt;br /&gt;Plus there is the cash amassed,&lt;br /&gt;Of course you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will she be in the shop to fix the engine and the brakes?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember using them for heaven sakes.&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a balance due on the repairs?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what might cause aches?&lt;br /&gt;Must be the stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, back on the road! Fog, rain, snow the wipers how fast they go!&lt;br /&gt;Why is there ice why sleet and why does the wind strongly blow?&lt;br /&gt;Careful, look out we sure don’t want to wreck!&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a weather man, I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! What the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that sure is a big dent. How do we replace metal with, uh, body fill?&lt;br /&gt;That sure as hell won’t rust! Though it makes a painful bill.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, back on the road. Little vibration now?&lt;br /&gt;In the gas tank, I drop this pill?&lt;br /&gt;That’s better, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see out as good as you need? Come partner, reduce your speed.&lt;br /&gt;This steering wildly, blindly and sowing wild seed,&lt;br /&gt;Is becoming for me increasingly hard.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there is of a family to feed,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch, take care, slow down, don’t waste time, make haste wait what? Boy?&lt;br /&gt;When this thing started, I thought it was, all for Joy?&lt;br /&gt;Not tight fist, closed eyes and clenched jaw,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the airbag to deploy.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just too raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice sunset huh? And how the birds sing! See how they quickly take wing?&lt;br /&gt;Come on around young folks. Look already they’ve got a ding!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t blame them though I don’t suppose,&lt;br /&gt;Stop, I hear something, an ice cream bell ring!&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, a rose!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjRZFOzeFMI/AAAAAAAAABY/Zmka1r39iCA/s1600-h/lake+sunset+rose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346996604003816642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjRZFOzeFMI/AAAAAAAAABY/Zmka1r39iCA/s400/lake+sunset+rose.JPG" 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/4118738976939995785-6931526455056014183?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/6931526455056014183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/joy-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6931526455056014183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/6931526455056014183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/joy-ride.html' title='Joy Ride'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjRbO67EEbI/AAAAAAAAABg/leVqjbXysYs/s72-c/charger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-221839557776917410</id><published>2009-06-13T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:06:06.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protestant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catholocism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apostle Paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Paul Writes America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjQcZirLqfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bJDcfqkduNE/s1600-h/paul+wriitng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346929882725853682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjQcZirLqfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bJDcfqkduNE/s320/paul+wriitng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I would like to share with you an imaginary letter from the pen of the Apostle Paul I put together several years ago. It is what I imagine the Apostle Paul might have said were he writing a letter to American Christians in 2005 A.D. And here is the letter as I envision what he might have said…….&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, an apostle of Jesus Christ by the will of God, to you who are in America, Grace be unto you, and peace from God our Father, through our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;For many years I have longed to be able to come to see you. I have heard so much of you and of what you are doing. I have heard of the fascinating and astounding advances that you have made in the scientific realm. I have heard of your dashing subways and flashing airplanes. Through your scientific genius you have been able to dwarf distance and place time in chains. You have been able to carve highways through the stratosphere. So in your world you have made it possible to eat breakfast in New York City and dinner in Paris, France. I have also heard of your skyscraping buildings with their prodigious towers steeping heavenward. I have heard of your great medical advances, which have resulted in the curing of many dread plagues and diseases, and thereby prolonged your lives and made for greater security and physical well-being. All of that is marvelous. You can do so many things in your day that I could not do in the Greco-Roman world of my day. In your age you can travel distances in one day that took me three months to travel. That is wonderful. You have made tremendous strides in the area of scientific and technological development.&lt;br /&gt;But America, as I look at you from afar, I wonder whether your moral and spiritual progress has been commensurate with your scientific progress. It seems to me that your moral progress lags behind your scientific progress. Your poet Thoreau used to talk about "improved means to an unimproved end." How often this is true. You have allowed the material means by which you live to outdistance the spiritual ends for which you live. You have allowed your mentality to outrun your morality. You have allowed your civilization to outdistance your culture. Through your scientific genius you have made of the world a neighborhood, but through your moral and spiritual genius you have failed to make of it a brotherhood. So America, I would urge you to keep your moral advances abreast with your scientific advances.&lt;br /&gt;I am impelled to write you concerning the responsibilities laid upon you to live as Christians in the midst of an unChristian world. That is what I had to do. That is what every Christian has to do. But I understand that there are many Christians in America who give their ultimate allegiance to man-made systems and customs. They are afraid to be different. Their great concern is to be accepted socially. They live by some such principle as this: "everybody is doing it, so it must be alright." For so many of you Morality is merely group consensus. In your modern sociological lingo, the mores are accepted as the right ways. You have unconsciously come to believe that right is discovered by taking a sort of Gallup poll of the majority opinion. How many are giving their ultimate allegiance to this way.&lt;br /&gt;I see in Americans another trend that I find frightening. In many cases, there are prayer groups, prayer wheels, prayer communication urging the forwarding of that prayer to others. Let’s remember how Jesus prayed, privately. Jesus led us by a shining example of action, love and compassion. That is the way it should be. “They will know we are Christians by our love.” I would dare say many people do indeed pray for America and the world in times of need. I would also dare say that prayer, in many cases is the only action taken. This is not what prayer should be about. Prayer should accompany action. Were you America, to feed your hungry (not your government mind you) shelter your homeless and love the unloved, the government, and your Republic would be in a much better state of health, as would your lives.&lt;br /&gt;And dare I say, whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn't anyone who doesn't appreciate kindness and compassion. Love and kindness are the very basis of society. No religion basically believes that material progress alone is sufficient for humankind. All religions believe in forces beyond material progress. All agree that it is very important and worthwhile to make a strong effort to serve human society. To do this, it is important that we understand each other. Due to narrow-mindedness and other factors, there has always been discord between religious groups. This should not happen. If we look deeply into the value of a religion in the context of the worldwide situation, we can easily transcend this. For, there are many areas of common ground on which we can have, and kindness and compassion stand paramount in these. We should be side by side- helping, respecting, and understanding each other in a common effort to serve humankind. The aim of human society must be the compassionate betterment of human beings.&lt;br /&gt;But American Christians, I must say to you as I said to the Roman Christians years ago, "Be not conformed to this world, but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind." Or, as I said to the Phillipian Christians, "Ye are a colony of heaven." This means that although you live in the colony of time, your ultimate allegiance is to the empire of eternity. You have a dual citizenry. You live both in time and eternity; both in heaven and earth. Therefore, your ultimate allegiance is not to the government, not to the state, not to nation, not to any man-made institution. The Christian owes his ultimate allegiance to God, and if any earthly institution conflicts with God's will it is your Christian duty to take a stand against it. You must never allow the transitory evanescent demands of man-made institutions to take precedence over the eternal demands of the Almighty God.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you have an economic system in America known as Capitalism. Through this economic system you have been able to do wonders. You have become the richest nation in the world, and you have built up the greatest system of production that history has ever known. All of this is marvelous. But Americans, there is the danger that you will misuse your Capitalism. I still contend that money can be the root of all evil. It can cause one to live a life of gross materialism. I am afraid that many among you are more concerned about making a living than making a life. You are prone to judge the success of your profession by the index of your salary and the size of the wheel base on your automobile, rather than the quality of your service to humanity.&lt;br /&gt;The misuse of Capitalism can also lead to tragic exploitation. This has so often happened in your nation. They tell me that one tenth of one percent of the population controls more than forty percent of the wealth. Oh America, how often have you taken necessities from the masses to give luxuries to the classes. If you are to be a truly Christian nation you must solve this problem. You cannot solve the problem by turning to communism, for communism is based on an ethical relativism and a metaphysical materialism that no Christian can accept. You can work within the framework of democracy to bring about a better distribution of wealth. You can use your powerful economic resources to wipe poverty from the face of the earth. God never intended for one group of people to live in superfluous inordinate wealth, while others live in abject deadening poverty. God intends for all of his children to have the basic necessities of life, and he has left in this universe "enough and to spare" for that purpose. So I call upon you to bridge the gulf between abject poverty and superfluous wealth.&lt;br /&gt;I would that I could be with you in person, so that I could say to you face to face what I am forced to say to you in writing. Oh, how I long to share your fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;Let me rush on to say something about the church. Americans, I must remind you, as I have said to so many others, that the church is the Body of Christ. So when the church is true to its nature it knows neither division nor disunity. But I am disturbed about what you are doing to the Body of Christ. They tell me that in America you have within Protestantism more than two hundred and fifty six denominations. The tragedy is not so much that you have such a multiplicity of denominations, but that most of them are warring against each other with a claim to absolute truth. This narrow sectarianism is destroying the unity of the Body of Christ. You must come to see that God is neither a Baptist nor a Methodist; He is neither a Presbyterian nor a Episcopalian. God is bigger than all of our denominations. If you are to be true witnesses for Christ, you must come to see that America.&lt;br /&gt;But I must not stop with a criticism of Protestantism. I am disturbed about Roman Catholicism. This church stands before the world with its pomp and power, insisting that it possesses the only truth. It incorporates an arrogance that becomes a dangerous spiritual arrogance. It stands with its noble Pope who somehow rises to the miraculous heights of infallibility when he speaks ex cathedra. But I am disturbed about a person or an institution that claims infallibility in this world. I am disturbed about any church that refuses to cooperate with other churches under the pretense that it is the only true church. I must emphasize the fact that God is not a Roman Catholic, and that the boundless sweep of his revelation cannot be limited to the Vatican. Roman Catholicism must do a great deal to mend its ways.&lt;br /&gt;A great man was in your country just 50 or so years ago. His name was Martin Luther King Jr. He said that “In the end, we will not remember the words of our enemies, rather the silence of our friends.” You must rise up and speak out America if you are to survive as a moral nation. With this attitude you migh be considered a dangerous radical. Sometimes it might mean going to jail. If such is the case you must honorably grace the jail with your presence. It might even mean physical death. But if physical death is the price that some must pay to free your nations’s children from a permanent life of psychological death, then nothing could be more Christian. Don't worry about persecution America; you are going to have that if you stand up for a great principle. I can say this with some authority, because my life was a continual round of persecutions. After my conversion I was rejected by the disciples at Jerusalem. Later I was tried for heresy at Jerusalem. I was jailed at Philippi, beaten at Thessalonica, mobbed at Ephesus, and depressed at Athens. And yet I am still going. I came away from each of these experiences more persuaded than ever before that "neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come . . . shall separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." I still believe that standing up for the truth of God is the greatest thing in the world. This is the end of life. The end of life is not to be happy. The end of life is not to achieve pleasure and avoid pain. The end of life is to do the will of God, come what may.&lt;br /&gt;I must bring my writing to a close now. Timothy is waiting to deliver this letter, and I must take leave for another church. But just before leaving, I must say to you, as I said to the church at Corinth, that I still believe that love is the most durable power in the world. Over the centuries men have sought to discover the highest good. This has been the chief quest of ethical philosophy. This was one of the big questions of Greek philosophy. The Epicurean and the Stoics sought to answer it; Plato and Aristotle sought to answer it. What is the summon bonum of life? I think I have an answer America. I think I have discovered the highest good. It is love. This principle stands at the center of the cosmos. As John says, "God is love." He who loves is a participant in the being of God. He who hates does not know God.&lt;br /&gt;So American Christians, you may master the intricacies of the English language. You may possess all of the eloquence of articulate speech. But even if you "speak with the tongues of man and angels, and have not love, you are become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him, Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love to all who’s eyes this might meet. Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-221839557776917410?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/221839557776917410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/paul-writes-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/221839557776917410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/221839557776917410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/paul-writes-america.html' title='Paul Writes America'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjQcZirLqfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bJDcfqkduNE/s72-c/paul+wriitng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-1522418280651713938</id><published>2009-06-13T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:10:17.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monetary system'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='federal reserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big government'/><title type='text'>Federal Reserve Notes vs. Toilet Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjQDiMr-vAI/AAAAAAAAABE/Od8Sh6iziWA/s1600-h/tp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346902543651748866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjQDiMr-vAI/AAAAAAAAABE/Od8Sh6iziWA/s320/tp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The abjectly fictional nature of modern paper currency and fractional-reserve banking encourages the question: why do fiat FRNs continue to circulate, and banks without any real monetary reserves continue to function? Those who accept the theory that "money" is whatever the government decrees would answer that FRNs (or bank-deposits denominated in FRNs) have value as media of exchange in the marketplace because people must acquire them in order to pay their taxes. The obvious fallacy here, though, is that the government accepts payment of taxes in FRNs precisely because those notes have a finite purchasing-power in the market, and therefore are usable as "money" by the government. It is not the present and future taxability of the notes that gives them their market exchange-value, but their residual market exchange-value that renders them viable as a medium of taxation. One must recall that FRNs were originally redeemable, directly or indirectly, in gold coins, silver coins, or both. For that reason, FRNs had a real exchange-value in the market that reflected their underlying redemption-values in gold or silver, and depended not at all on their use as a medium of taxation but indeed made them valuable for that purpose. When FRNs became wholly irredeemable after 1968/1971, they lost any fixed or predictable market exchange-value in terms of real money, and therefore became of increasingly uncertain value as a medium of taxation, too (at least to the extent they continue to depreciate in market exchange-value, as they have, steadily, since then). A more realistic explanation for the continued circulation of FRNs (or bank-deposits denominated in FRNs) as "money" is that the general public is the victim of a confidence-game, in which the government and the banks have foisted off paper liabilities in the place of real monetary assets in an inverted pyramid of monetary fraud. At the tip of this upside-down pyramid are real "dollars": silver and gold coins that are themselves monetary assets and no one's liabilities, and circulate among those knowledgeable about the differences between real money and paper money. Next in amount in circulation - and at the first level of the institutionalized fraud - are the base-metallic token (or "clad") coins of cupro-nickel alloy. These are monetary assets to the extent of their salvageable metallic content - which is worth about 2% or less of their face values - , but otherwise are liabilities of the government which at one time were redeemable in silver, but are today wholly irredeemable. The next largest fraudulent circulating medium consists of actual FRNs, today "redeemable" only in "clad" coins. Finally, the greatest portion of the so-called "money supply" consists of bank demand-deposits, most of which have been loaned at interest to persons other than the depositors. Revealingly, not only are these purported deposits not actually on deposit in the banks at all, but also the deposits are not even formally "redeemable", because the deposits themselves are not the depositors' "money", but the banks'! The deposits are loans of money the depositors (many of them unknowingly) have made to the banks, and which the banks have then further loaned to third parties. But how many people are aware of this situation? Why do the government and the banks not educate those who are unaware of what is really going on - other than because the government and the banks knowingly profit from public ignorance and therefore intentionally promote it? And how long can such a swindle continue? This question highlights the second of the contemporary political-economic conditions that underlie the problem of collapsing domestic banks: namely, the inability of the banks to continue indefinitely to increase the supply of money within the domestic economy, that is (as the saying goes), to "expand credit" (because the supply of new money derives from the extension of bank-credit to borrowers). The answer to the question "How long can this confidence-game last?" is "Not forever!". If, on the one hand, the banks overly expand credit, hyperinflation occurs (that is, the purchasing-power of the monetary unit falls exponentially). If, on the other hand, the banks overly restrict the expansion of credit in order to avoid hyperinflation, recession and then depression occurs (that is, people borrow less, and then existing borrowers in massive numbers default on loans). The bankers' "trick" (and dilemma) is to continue to expand credit within an expanding, and therefore essentially noninflationary, economy. The insoluble problem inherent in credit-expansion through fractional-reserve banking, however, is that expansion of a fiat money supply inevitably misdirects and wastes real economic resources, resulting in an increasingly nonrational economy - that is an economy that does not expand in real terms. In short, credit-expansion by fractional-reserve banking in the long run guarantees economic collapse, with resultant social chaos and political crisis. CONCLUSIONNo crystal ball is necessary to predict that a turning-point in the history of money and banking in the United States is drawing nigh. The burden of governmental debt - much of it made possible only by central-bank "monetization" - has approached levels unsustainable in real terms even with drastically increased confiscation of Americans' earnings through explicit taxation. But Americans seem reluctant to accept more taxation to fund the never-ending follies of a spendthrift welfare state. Thus, repudiation of the debt (in whole or in part) through extreme depreciation of FRNs and bank-deposits denominated therein appears likely, if not certain. For this looming debacle, Americans can thank the FRS, the "experts" who administered it since 1913, the politicians who wed it as a "cover" to finance their own careers, the bankers who profited from their monopoly over the emission of "legal-tender" paper currency, and the "intellectuals" in academia, the press, and the media who (quite unlike their counterparts in the last century) remained strangely silent on the issue of money and banking. That is, Americans can properly thank these people if Americans become aware of what the FRS is, what it does, and why it is responsible for having undermined to the point of collapse the nation's once proudly prosperous economy and staunchly republican political process. Hopefully that day of a new national awareness will soon be at hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-1522418280651713938?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/1522418280651713938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/federal-reserve-notes-vs-toilet-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1522418280651713938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/1522418280651713938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/federal-reserve-notes-vs-toilet-paper.html' title='Federal Reserve Notes vs. Toilet Paper'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjQDiMr-vAI/AAAAAAAAABE/Od8Sh6iziWA/s72-c/tp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-4714137696882253936</id><published>2009-06-13T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:07:22.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertarians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citizenship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enemies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state of the union'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>The State of Dis-Union</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjP7eLFy1hI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yK6WwVZqkkQ/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346893678410651154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjP7eLFy1hI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yK6WwVZqkkQ/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warm Greetings My Fellow Countrymen,Let me make this MY state of the Union address. It is my opinion, that we as a Republic are currently in greater danger than we have ever been since we were "brought upon this continent". No foreign power, army or entity has ever threatened us as we are now threatened. Our enemy is within our Republic. No, it is not the current administration. It is not the Federal Reserve. It is not the judicial system. It is not the media. It is not liberals, conservatives or any other party. Our enemy America, is us. We threaten the existence of our Republic. We threaten our children's freedom and liberty which was won by the blood of our forefathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up&lt;br /&gt;easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more&lt;br /&gt;slaves&lt;/em&gt;." ~D.H. Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you ask? Our soft and privileged living has put us in a place where we perceive everything as disposable and replaceable. In our minds, everything has a price tag, or more appropriately, a UPC code. We are taught from childhood that if one wants something, one should find a way to accumulate the wealth to buy that want. Even our souls. Tithe, give to the Church, send an offering overseas to a hungry child or a foreign mission. Why do we remit these? Is it because we truly are concerned about the financial condition of the Church, the empty stomach of said child, or needs of the mission? Maybe sometimes, but more likely it is because it makes US feel better. It somehow washes away the guilt ridden fact that we are driving to the grocery store in an SUV that cost what it would take to fund any one of the above entities for a good long time (especially the hungry child). But the $5 we pledge somehow placates our need to feel "charitable" or "altruistic". We feel that by sitting in a pew and dropping a pittance in the plate somehow makes us a charitable Christian. Maybe praying for an ill friend or acquaintance, or forwarding an email "prayer wheel" might fill our perceived spiritual requisite. It's the "little dab will do ya" and off to the restaurant so we can hurry up and eat and get home to watch "Family Guy". Couple of cocktails and a prozac and off to never-never land and a good night's rest so we can get right back to solving the world's problems tomorrow. Break something? No problem, buy another. Lose something? No problem, buy another. I think the size of our trash cans paint for me a pretty good picture of our attitudes and lifestyles. Remember when we carried out one metal can to the curb once or twice a week? Now we haul out a plastic sack that size at least once a day and chunk it into a dumpster big enough to hold, well, Pavarotti. We keep nothing anymore.Add to this list of disposability and replaceability, the mentality with which we perceive our great country. Nothing confirmed. Rush to the polling place and place your vote. Put a bumper sticker on aforementioned SUV. Listen to the news and complain about how things are going, or not. With that we are "politically active" or "publicly engaged". Ha. I wonder what the framers would think about that heavy handed approach to our government? "Little dab will do ya". Yeah, I've heard of something called The Constitution, but, hey that is what I voted for those folks for. Let them handle it. Yeah, I know a guy who is always quoting it, but man, these days you've got to be careful because the boss is a staunch demo-republi-crat and if HE finds out that I am voting something besides a straight ticket and compiling a pamphlet that may run contrary his pigeon-holed dogmatism. Why I might lose my job! My benefits, my mortgage, my big screen! The country will take care of itself if people will just vote for MY candidate! I am a Republi/Demo/conervo/liberalcrat. I parrot what Rush, Obama, Bush, PBS, Fox News say. I know that I am politically engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fewer and fewer Americans possess objects that have a patina, old furniture,&lt;br /&gt;grandparents pots and pans, the used things, warm with generations of human&lt;br /&gt;touch, essential to a human landscape. Instead, we have our paper phantoms,&lt;br /&gt;transistorized landscapes. A featherweight portable museum."~Susan Sontag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"This will be the land of the free, only so long as it is the home of the&lt;br /&gt;brave"~Elmer Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, we are either left or right, black or white, liberal or conservative, Democrat or Republican and divided by vast gulfs of ignorance, apathy and cowardice. Yes cowardice. I feel that the courage and conviction of the average American when it comes to our Republic are abysmal. Bold we might be when defending our cable bill I'm sure. I think we fear everything from rebuke from our peer groups, employers and families, to audit by the IRS when standing up for our political beliefs. Many people these days like to say that the public are sheep, sheople, indoctrinated, brainwashed or you choose the adjective/pejorative. This is why I fear for our country. Many people would prefer to crawl into their brick homes and submit to usurpation than to stand up for what they know is the right thing. Our courage I think, is like our morality. Sold.Let me use my own religious views as an appropriate albeit a non-sequitur analysis. I am a Christian. I am not a member of a denomination. The reason I am not a member of a denomination is due to my personal belief that we as Christians, have so segmented ourselves through denominalization and separatism that it is my (very humble) belief that it is irreparable. We have spent so many "ecclesial calories" if you will trying to defend our own agendas, Bible interpretations and "rightness" if you will, that we have lost sight of our true mission of goodness, kindness, gentleness and love. Had we led by example and deed, instead of insisting by words fraught with criticism, pride and hypocrisy, we would have no problem with our religion. Ghandi once said, (paraphrase)"I like your Christ, it is some of your Christians that I have a problem with".The "side" I pick is United States Citizen. I may have conservative viewpoints, but I will fight to the death for one to hold a liberal one. I would never burn our flag, but I went to war for one to have the right to do so should they choose. I definitely don't agree with it, but I also know that the ones who might be so inclined would never agree with me on many issues, nor should it be my lot to convince them otherwise. The most wonderful thing about this country is it's diversity, and most importantly freedoms. Try to imagine a stadium of 100,000 filled with citizens from across our country chosen at random. Now imagine anyone trying to convince this diverse demographic that their way is the "right" way. Of course that will never happen. The giant task we have before us, is to prepare the mindset of coming generations to become engaged, informed and grateful citizens unable to be swayed by the and spin" you mention, unappreciative and prone to becoming "bonzai"minded like so many now. (I like to use bonzai because of the current seemingly dwarfed and intentionally bent minds of our population) Not engaged and informed conservatives, liberals, Democrats or Republicans. You are right, this is not a middle of the road issue. I don't want to go to the center no more do I want the left to come my way. I want to do be the best American that I can and I believe that the cause most noble is not to pick a side and pound on the other, but to make all aware of our rights and duties as citizens, while simultaneously making them aware of it's precious purchase and fragile existence. When one accepts another's belief when their's is diametrically opposed, and is ready willing and able to work within that context, then there will become many common points that one was originally not able to see and in turn, many that they did not see. And accepting our difference while understanding we are all Americans and focus our intentions making a better Republic, no one whether it be the right, left or middle will argue with one should one lead by a shining example of kindness, charity and gentleness. Don't insist that your way is the only "truth". Lead by good action and show that your way is beneficial for the common good of our Republic. Good work is difficult to argue with successfully. We need everyone to be an advocate of America. Our laziness and disengagement has put us in the position we are currently in and it will be a huge task to remedy.I don't believe there is a quick fix for the position our country is in. We have been irresponsible and apathetic too long and have allowed the government to grow out of control. Resteering this ship can't be done quickly. Convincing those who have no clue about the process will be a monumental task. The dissension in this country now is just what those who would destroy our republic would have. We're not going to get there as conservatives, Libertarians, Democrats, Republicans, socialist or otherwise. The only hope we have for our country in the future is to overcome this divisiveness and division and come together as Americans. The one thing we can all agree on is that we want to keep our country. We all must stand on this common ground.I believe that should we should concentrate on education of the process, without our own viewpoint at this early stage. No one can argue with education, should we educate responsibly and accurately and without imparting our own feelings or beliefs. Our tactical position must be one of common concern about our country and the role of each citizen in it's government. Our plan of action should include a plan to educate the people on the process and the importance of their engagement in it. Education that would be aimed at your average middle schooler to understand the meaning of the Constitution. I believe we should take this posture, then our actions will be difficult to differ with and can be a great example to emulate. Should we take a right sided stance, though difficult as it is not to, we risk the chance at being that example. I don't aspire to whip the left into shape by pounding my ideas into them or attempting to convince. I aspire to bring everyone into the process and once in and understanding how our great country works, extraneous convincing should be moot and our ideas and beliefs will become reality and truth to the other folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To speak, tho' sure, with seeming diffidence.For want of modesty is want&lt;br /&gt;of sense.If you ask, Why less properly? I must repeat the lines,Immodest words&lt;br /&gt;admit of no defense,For want of modesty is want of sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For, if you would inform, a positive and dogmatical manner in advancing&lt;br /&gt;your sentiments may provoke contradiction and prevent a candid attention. If you&lt;br /&gt;wish information and improvement from the knowledge of others, and yet, at the&lt;br /&gt;same time, express yourself as firmly fixed in your present opinions, modest,&lt;br /&gt;sensible men, who do not love disputation, will probably leave you undisturbed&lt;br /&gt;in the possession of your error. And by such a manner you can seldom hope to&lt;br /&gt;recommend yourself in pleasing your hearers, or to persuade those whose&lt;br /&gt;concurrence you desire."~Benjamin Franklin&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjP7eJbDBXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_IHf3wrvaD8/s1600-h/franklino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346893677962921330" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjP7eJbDBXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_IHf3wrvaD8/s320/franklino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our challenge. How can we effectively and immediately take up the mantle of good and engaged citizenship. How can we be an example for our youth? How can we be the kind of American that all will want to be while preserving the principles and beliefs of the framers? What can we do to reach the most ears and to gently and morally educate? What can we do today for our republic tomorrow? What must we do to embolden? What must we do to be that example to emulate?What simple but effective action can I do as a citizen? How can I give back? What issues in my area are in need of attention? How can the hand of my humble leadership take my children and those they know to a different America than the one we see approaching us today? As a citizen of an America that generations of people have fought to preserve, how can I show those who would like to learn to be a better American citizen, to free their minds enough to own them, to choose their battles so as to win them?What can I do to help them?Whether it is in education of the public, feeding of the hungry, housing of the cold or love of the unloved. This is the higher purpose of our nation. When our countrymen realize this, we will heal. Not by political action, not by violent revolution, not by dogmatism and insistence, but by gentleness and kindness. These powers heal. That is why we have advocated so strongly education first. Not strong and divisive action. We hope you understand these things.With that being said, let us remind ourselves where we come from and of the things that would aim to divide us. Let us resist those things as if they were death, as if they were the spoilers of our prosperity, as oftentimes they are. Let us advocate a return to that place of origin and let us hold accountable all actions up to this point so that we may by reproof or by recognition, return to a greater good. Let us respect one another enough to not criminalize dissent but engage the dissenter so as to dissolve all barriers between us. I co-wrote much of this letter with my friend Paul A. Mabelis from Rochester, NY. I am from Abilene, TX. There could be no more opposite cultures in our country than the two from which we come, however we stand as an example that all of us have a common interest. Citizenship, patriotism and love of country.Let us be conscionable in our efforts to restore the republic and retrieve what we have lost; for with this premise shall we have the promise of a renewed Republic proud once again in its independence, shining in its example, worthy of its stature and rich in its citizenship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kindest Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Capt. Gene Tomlinson (Texas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul Adrian Mabelis (New York)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjP7eYij44I/AAAAAAAAAA8/rZDTkDPBTB4/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346893682020967298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjP7eYij44I/AAAAAAAAAA8/rZDTkDPBTB4/s320/3.JPG" 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/4118738976939995785-4714137696882253936?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/4714137696882253936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/state-of-dis-union.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/4714137696882253936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/4714137696882253936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/state-of-dis-union.html' title='The State of Dis-Union'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjP7eLFy1hI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yK6WwVZqkkQ/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-5827179658932908052</id><published>2009-06-13T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:09:06.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cavalry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soldiers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ft. Phantom Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>This Part of Texas ~ This Season of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjPRe0ky8WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lHl48guSuYg/s1600-h/ft+phantom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346847510058168674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjPRe0ky8WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lHl48guSuYg/s320/ft+phantom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Part of Texas, This Season of My Life As I watch the west central Texas sun set on a cold, crisp afternoon, the meaning of the name of this particular place where I live now creeps into vision. Lake Ft. Phantom Hill, named after the cavalry fort just a couple of miles west and north of the lake upon which so far, I have spent this sad and lonesome winter. I feel like what I imagine one of the other soldiers who lived here might have felt, a member of their unit, one of their own, a kindred soul and fellow soldier indeed. Only one hundred and fifty or so years removed we are, a tick in the infinity of time. They too were missing their wives, children and homes they too looked skyward as I now do as the shadows creep, on a wind-blown night when clouds are dashed against the moon. Starlight flickers, conjures visions, summons those restless phantoms of days before. Before the eyes of my imagination these ghost do indeed return, those vapor forms of Indian, Spaniard, Texan, dragoon, rebel, outlaw; mixed and mingled shades now stalk my present. Faintly the shouts and din of battle I can still hear, lingering from those old winds, at times, when I walk this ground. The smell of horses and gunpowder hangs in this dust; an old musket ball, misshapen from impact and broken bit of arrow tip conjure the hushed moans of the wounded or perhaps the courageous aching silence of my dead comrades, my brothers in arms. Each step of my boots on this ground stirs the ashes of soldiers. It is said a portion of their spirit encamps here for all time. I can feel the euphoria of a warrior’s victory here, blended with the ancient thump of drum-beat and campaign, of bugle and shout, of sacrifice and duty’s loneliness, of unsung valor, of grief and sadness that rend tears now as it did then. My tears mingle with the dust within which the salt from their eyes surely remains, bonding our misery as surely as the feelings of desperation now bond our souls. Like all soldiers now I feel the comradeship forged from war’s hard wire. A price for the future they paid here on this ground. A price for my past I now remit to the same soil. I now in my turn, become the past. Here was the sharp, dangerous and deadly edge of the frontier for our country. Ft. Phantom now becomes the rough, unyielding and painful birthplace of my frontier. Ft. Phantom and my dead brothers now turn my head to the sunset horizon. Not the Texas sunset, but mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-5827179658932908052?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/5827179658932908052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-part-of-texas-this-season-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5827179658932908052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/5827179658932908052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-part-of-texas-this-season-of-my.html' title='This Part of Texas ~ This Season of My Life'/><author><name>Capt. Gene D. Tomlinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08090646267733937920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjVF4d8GUDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aw-Yw6Esnio/S220/oldme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjPRe0ky8WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lHl48guSuYg/s72-c/ft+phantom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118738976939995785.post-3807332667564840139</id><published>2009-06-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:01:18.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjPMQZRI8YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GVETWE_zLnU/s1600-h/dove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346841764651659650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVxLwK8EXQc/SjPMQZRI8YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GVETWE_zLnU/s320/dove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to sit outside in the mornings. I know that is where all of us were meant to be that time of day when the weather permits us. There is the smell of early morning and the flowers. The voices of all the birds come together as a symphony of glad sound. The light is gentle and slowly and gently helps us into full day. There is a white wing dove that isn't afraid of me, that has been busy building her nest. She comes to our birdbath, drinks and washes very near where I sit. Her gentle demeanor, along with all the beautiful sounds, smells and sights, allow me a glimpse of the beauty and love of God. These are all surely gifts from our Father. Small tokens from Him to brighten our lives, and confirmation of His abounding love for us all. Surely in the morning, we can all feel, see, hear and smell what our Father has in store for us in Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4118738976939995785-3807332667564840139?l=captgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/feeds/3807332667564840139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/3807332667564840139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118738976939995785/posts/default/3807332667564840139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Capt. 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