Mad as HELL!!!!!!!!!!

I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!

Word of the Day - Ad nauseam

Ad nauseam is a Latin term used to describe an argument which has been continuing "to [the point of] nausea".^[1] For example, the sentence "This topic has been discussed ad nauseam" signifies that the topic in question has been discussed extensively and that those involved in the discussion are sick and tired of it.


Go To http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ad_nauseam if you want more info.

Song: The Face of Love by Sanctus Real - Video by MasterLemming on YouTube.com

This song touches my soul more then many...and when I found this fan made video on youtube.com, I just had to share it! I hope you enjoy!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!!

Saint Patrick (Latin: Sanctus Patricius, Irish: Naomh Pádraig) (c. 387 – 17 March, 493) was a Romanized-Celt, a Romano-Briton and Christian missionary, who is the most generally recognised patron saint of Ireland.

Two authentic letters from him survive, from which come the only universally accepted details of his life. When he was about 16 he was captured from Britain by Irish raiders and taken as a slave to Ireland, where he lived for six years before escaping and returning to his family. After entering the Church, he returned to Ireland as an ordained bishop in the north and west of the island, but little is known about the places where he worked.

By the eighth century he had come to be revered as the patron saint of Ireland. The Irish monastery system evolved after the time of Patrick and the Irish church did not develop thediocesan model that Patrick and the other early missionaries had tried to establish.

Most available details of his life are from later hagiographies from the seventh century onwards, and these are not now accepted without detailed criticism. Uncritical acceptance of the Annals of Ulster would imply that he lived from 340 to 440, and ministered in what is modern day northern Ireland from 428 onwards. The dates of Patrick's life cannot be fixed with certainty, but on a widespread interpretation he was active as a missionary in Ireland during the second half of the fifth century. Saint Patrick's Day (17 March) is celebrated both in and outside of Ireland, as both a liturgical and non-liturgical holiday. In the dioceses of Ireland it is a both a solemnity and a holy day of obligation and outside of Ireland, it can be a celebration of Ireland itself.

To read more go to Wikipedia / Saint Patrick.

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Why Did Jesus Fold the Napkin?

Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection? I never
noticed this....

  The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over
the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes.

The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly
folded, and was placed separate from the grave clothes.

Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the
tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance.

She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus
loved. She said, 'They have taken the Lord's body out of the tomb, and I
don't know where they have put him!'

Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see... The other disciple
outran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in and saw the linen
cloth lying there, but he didn't go in.

Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen
wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was
folded up and lying to the side...

Was that important? Absolutely! 

Is it really significant? Yes!

In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to
understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. The folded
napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this
tradition.

When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it
was exactly the way the master wanted it..

The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out
of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not
dare touch that table, until the master was finished.

Now if the master were done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his
fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that napkin and
toss it onto the table...

The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the
wadded napkin meant, 'I'm done'.

But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it
beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table,
because..........

The folded napkin meant, 'I'm coming back!' 

He is Coming Back!

In God We Trust!!!

Soldier's Creed

In honor of my brother who is going to Army boot camp in about a month, I have posted the Soldier's Creed below. Enjoy!

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I am an American Soldier.

I am a Warrior and a member of a team. I serve the people of the United States and live the Army Values.

I will always place the mission first.

I will never accept defeat.

I will never quit.

I will never leave a fallen comrade.

I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills. I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself.

I am an expert and I am a professional.

I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of the United States of America in close combat.

I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life.

I am an American Soldier.

A Poem Worth Reading

A Poem Worth   Reading 
 He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.


Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.


And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke;
All his  buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.


But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.


He won't  be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

 He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the  world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.


When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

 Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.


Is the  greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who  breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?


Or the ordinary  fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his  country
And offers up his life?


The politician's  stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often  disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.


While the  ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a  medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

 It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

 Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?


Or would you want a Soldier
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end.


He was just a  common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence  should remind us
We may need his like again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.


Perhaps  just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR  COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."