UNIMAGINABLE HATE…That is the only way I can phrase the amount of hate that I feel for the windmill freaks of the world. You people who kill our birds and now our fish because you are money-hungry, greedy bastards. I use the word bastards as a generalization because I reserve the “F” word for people that I hate less than windmill freaks. -Sheila Tolley-
Take a look at this picture. It is the migration path of thousands of birds. They paved their path in the sky many years ago.
This would be my Dream-Come-True:
That Walmart would build a new facility in the drive way of every money-hungry, greedy windmill freak. I am just curious to know if it would interfere with their standard migration path to the airport to board their private jets.
If you don’t use it, you lose it. I remember that slogan from my youth. I never believed it until I started receiving my Senior Discounts, but I sure believe it now.
Old Father Time and Mother Nature work as a Tag Team. They sneak up on us. That is why we must keep moving or Greedy Father Time will steal our mobility.
One day Marvin Gaye was telling me what he Heard Through the Grapevine, The American Breed wanted to Bend and Shape me while Johnny Nash wanted to Hold Me Tight…the next day, it seems, I was getting Senior Citizen Discounts from The Cracker Barrel. I hesitate to enter The Cracker Barrel now, my Class of 1969 group picture may be hanging on the wall in one of those old antique frames, with all the other relics.
We have all witnessed the overwhelming onslaught by Social Media. We are losing our ability to have real, face to face, conversations.
Now cursive writing is a victim of Progress. Supposedly, there is no need to learn cursive writing any longer since written communications have been replaced by a keyboard. I will miss the art of cursive writing.
Many years ago, a group of people in South Georgia began the process of having a portion of land become incorporated into a township. The gentleman who filled out the paperwork was not an artist, he was just a country gentleman with the will to help with the project.
He completed, with his best cursive ability, all the essential paperwork needed to create a town in South Georgia. It happened….Fort Valley was officially incorporated to become a town.
You may ask yourself, why is there no fort in Fort Valley? It is because the penmanship was erroneously interpreted. Fort Valley was meant to be Fox Valley. It was too much trouble to change all that paperwork, so they left the town’s name, as it was wrongly interpreted, Fort Valley.
I find that quite sad. Was it poor penmanship or a lazy reader? I would bet there were more foxes than forts in the valley. Especially since there were zero forts.
So….in the name of progress, we eliminate cursive writing from our educational system. Why shouldn’t we?
Well, first and foremost, our Constitution is written in beautiful cursive penmanship. The Constitution is the Law of our Land.
Who will interpret the cursive legend for future generations? My guess is…. no one. We are already trying to kill our Constitution by making it a living (changeable) document. We have allowed our Constitution to be questioned, ignored and abused and if we are not diligent in its preservation, it will eventually become disposable.
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