Join me in showing my thanks for our veterans by listening to this Marine sing the final verse of our National Anthem:

Blessed are the peacemakers who serve
our country in the
Army, Navy, Air Force,
Marines, & Coast Guard
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Honoring Those Who Served … and those who still serve:

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Please join me in commemorating this day by watching the:

Big & Rich — 8th of November Video

Blessed are the peacemakers who serve
our country in the
Army, Navy, Air Force,
Marines, & Coast Guard
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People say one shouldn’t mix religion and politics. I disagree. Without religion – and making voting decisions without considering your faith, your politics are an act of following the crowd rather than walking the walk.

I’ll admit that I seldom spend the amount of time that I should in Bible study and prayer. But one thing I try to do is start each day by listening to the song Lord, I Hope This Day is Good.

My daily prayer is that God shows me how I can be most productive. (For me that involves working around some pesky health issues that all too often can cause me to wallow in a pity party rather than striving to work around them.) I sincerely do want my day to be good, so I listen to that song despite having problems with some of the lyrics. But lately, the lyrics are bothering me more and more.

The lyrics that I take issue with are:

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I’m Mad as Hell!

(I like that author’s picture, too. I have a thing for bald heads and gray beards!)

I can’t listen to politicians no more: I get a seizure. -Terry Bellefleur, True Blood, the HBO series based on the Sookie Stackhouse books by Charlaine Harris

How can you tell Obama and Pelosi are lying? Their lips are moving.

Yes, I am frustrated and tired of listening to politicians. But there are other factors responsible for my lack of posts lately.

I’m a creature of habit. The two side-by-side computers on my network are an integral part of that habit, and this weekend one of them is missing. After a gazillion hours of troubleshooting (and cursing) VISTA, I finally gave up and called in the tech guy. (The computer is still under warranty, so it was silly not to do so sooner, but I’ve been dealing with some exacerbated health issues since May 21st, so that’s my excuse.) Said tech guy is convinced my computer has a faulty hard drive, so he took it into the shop to do the necessary diagnostics  and probably order and then install the new hard drive. Without Frick and Frack working side-by-side, it just doesn’t feel like I’m at “work.” So despite being stuck here at home all weekend, I simply haven’t been able to get any work done on this site or much of anything else.

Apologies. With any luck, I’ll be back in the groove soon. In the meantime, thank you for your patience.

P.S. The missing computer has my Tweetdeck for my the_OT account, so I want to let all my Twitter friends know that I miss them! Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise (any higher), I shall return!

An example of one of my early political “coloring” illustrations:

Medicaid and Medicare were created on July 30, 1965, through Title XIX of the Social Security Act. I’m sure there have been other factors since the time of the 1951 hospital bill (for my delivery, and my mother and my hospital stay) shown here, but I’ll leave writing about those factors to those who have a research staff.

(My sister-in-law speculated that the $2.50 anesthetic agent amounted to a nurse hitting mom over the head with a hammer.)

Today it costs more than $100 to walk into the hospital and say hi to a doctor. Somehow I doubt that another bloated, fraud-ridden government bureaucracy is going to make hospital costs any less. Then there’s the issue of how many of us will be means-tested out of existence because our value is determined to be less than the cost to treat us.

Regardless, it’s obvious that I was a bargain! I was brought into this world at a WalMart price 11 years before Sam Walton conceived his company. I’d like to think that my worth has appreciated a bit since 1951. I pray that I’ll continue to have the health care options necessary for me to continue to reflect that value. In other words, unless government health care means that everyone gets the same health coverage as do members of congress, forget about it!

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