Many people only read the headlines to get the message they want to hear. Again today the headlines from Time, a liberal magazine I stopped taking long ago, did not say what Trump said. Trump said "he did not know. He would have had to have been there at the time".(about the internment of Japanese during WW2) Did those words appear in the headlines? Absolutely not.
Who are the Republicans kidding? Republican leaders say. "this is not the way we do it in this country, anyone, terrorist or murderer, if they are seeking asylum in the U.S.A., our doors are open. Trump wants far better vetting and the press and Republicans are maligning his message. They wouldn't get the Muslim vote anyway nor are they going to get the majority of the Independents, the black vote nor the Hispanic vote.
Tuesday, December 08, 2015
Why We Need Trump to Lead This Sorry Nation
The liberals, not just the liberal press, did not look past the headlines. Trump said many times to stop the immigration of Muslims until Congress and Obama come up with a better plan to thoroughly search the backgrounds of these refugees.
Anyone who thinks that ALL people immigrating to the U.S.A., are going to become good citizens, could probably also be sold the proverbial "Brooklyn Bridge". Are they fleeing for their lives or getting in line to enter the once "land of honey" so they can impose their lifestyle on our socialist bent, compassionate liberal college educated. naive do-gooders? How many of these people have ever been in a Mosque to listen what is being preached? How much Sharia is been promoted in the U.SA.? And covered up in the ghettos especially in Europe and growing in our once great country.
And don't compare Trump to Roosevelt who prevented Jews who were fleeing the Holocaust. The Democrats and many Republicans sent most all the Jews, fleeing for their lives, back to be slaughtered by the Nazis'.
One thing this country doesn't need is the importation of terrorists and uneducated and unskilled adults, whether from the Mideast or from south of our southern borders; from the Pacific to the Atlantic.. We are the largest 1st world country with the most porous border.
Sane people see what's really going on and Trump is very sane. So are the overwhelming majority of his supporters.
Anyone who thinks that ALL people immigrating to the U.S.A., are going to become good citizens, could probably also be sold the proverbial "Brooklyn Bridge". Are they fleeing for their lives or getting in line to enter the once "land of honey" so they can impose their lifestyle on our socialist bent, compassionate liberal college educated. naive do-gooders? How many of these people have ever been in a Mosque to listen what is being preached? How much Sharia is been promoted in the U.SA.? And covered up in the ghettos especially in Europe and growing in our once great country.
And don't compare Trump to Roosevelt who prevented Jews who were fleeing the Holocaust. The Democrats and many Republicans sent most all the Jews, fleeing for their lives, back to be slaughtered by the Nazis'.
One thing this country doesn't need is the importation of terrorists and uneducated and unskilled adults, whether from the Mideast or from south of our southern borders; from the Pacific to the Atlantic.. We are the largest 1st world country with the most porous border.
Sane people see what's really going on and Trump is very sane. So are the overwhelming majority of his supporters.
Saturday, December 05, 2015
Tasers and the Many Phony Lawsuits
If you had a person out of control an a threat to harming you or others, would you, before taking protective action, ask them if they had a mental problem? If you do, I hope you are welcomed with open arms in your Heaven. Yes, there have been the misuse of Tasers as well as mis-use of choke holds and guns. Humans using Tasers and guns sometimes err. They must be held accountable. But suing the companies that make protective devices; who instruct the user how to use these devices, should not be constantly needing lawyers to protect themselves from phony lawsuits.
To the parent or or parents of the mentally ill I ask, why are you suing the maker? To cover up your own incompetence in the care of the once infant you bore and raised? As to the lawyers, we know why they sue. It's about money, money, and publicity. To the politicians, like Senator Dick Durbin, who promised me 13 years ago that the treatment of those with mental health problems was high on his priority list.
What happened, Democrat Senator Durbin? You talk, like so many politicians, but cannot control any action.You are a major part in why there are few mental health facilities and why Illinois is going to declare bankruptcy in the not too distant future.
Yes, I do own Taser stock and am positive it should be used with prudence. To the officers that correctly Taze, thank you for protecting us. To those Tazed and die, I'm sorry, but.... To those who were Tazed and lived, only about 400 died since Tasers first went on the market many years ago, be fortunate that you weren't shot and killed. To the citizens who suffered no more violence from those incarnated (although many are back on the streets doing the same things they were doing before incarcerated) Partially our fault for failing to pay more for those re habitable. To the bad apples in our security forces, don't let the unions stop those in charge from dismissing them. You will, over the unions usual objections, save all taxpayers money
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To the parent or or parents of the mentally ill I ask, why are you suing the maker? To cover up your own incompetence in the care of the once infant you bore and raised? As to the lawyers, we know why they sue. It's about money, money, and publicity. To the politicians, like Senator Dick Durbin, who promised me 13 years ago that the treatment of those with mental health problems was high on his priority list.
What happened, Democrat Senator Durbin? You talk, like so many politicians, but cannot control any action.You are a major part in why there are few mental health facilities and why Illinois is going to declare bankruptcy in the not too distant future.
Yes, I do own Taser stock and am positive it should be used with prudence. To the officers that correctly Taze, thank you for protecting us. To those Tazed and die, I'm sorry, but.... To those who were Tazed and lived, only about 400 died since Tasers first went on the market many years ago, be fortunate that you weren't shot and killed. To the citizens who suffered no more violence from those incarnated (although many are back on the streets doing the same things they were doing before incarcerated) Partially our fault for failing to pay more for those re habitable. To the bad apples in our security forces, don't let the unions stop those in charge from dismissing them. You will, over the unions usual objections, save all taxpayers money
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Don't Waste Your Life Living in Fear in the United States of America
Why not? Humans who create terror have ALWAYS been here. We are told to watch our surroundings carefully and report every thing WE believe is important. The paranoiac people are having a field day and security offices are being bombarded by tips about their neighbors actions, deterring them from doing the job they are hired to do; Protect as many people as they can from all types of danger and arrest all they have reason to arrest. Arrest with force where reason says it is needed while controlling the anger that builds up in our security forces as they see discipline eroding in almost all sectors of humanity.
Reporting everything suspicious? Isn't that what Germany and others did during the Holocaust or what our Country did to the Japanese who lived her and the Jews who were trying to escape Hitler?
Of course,people never have lived normal lives as history tells us. History written today by unbiased people will say that our actions have been more media driven than since the great wars when millions (not less than 200, have been killed by those authorities call terrorists, excluding 9/11), were killed maimed and other lives forever partially ruined. Yes, I have always had concern for the well-being of my family, myself, and all reasonably good people, but I intend to lead my life with respect for all dangers, erring at times, which appears to be the norm for all, and let the security people and others protect me as I would them, but not harass myself and all other who do not deserve being harassed.
The old adage "that there are a few bad apples in every barrel" has always been true. Just don't let the bad apples ruin the good ones. That includes our security forces and politicians.
AND TERRORISTS OR WOULD BE TERRORISTS.
Reporting everything suspicious? Isn't that what Germany and others did during the Holocaust or what our Country did to the Japanese who lived her and the Jews who were trying to escape Hitler?
Of course,people never have lived normal lives as history tells us. History written today by unbiased people will say that our actions have been more media driven than since the great wars when millions (not less than 200, have been killed by those authorities call terrorists, excluding 9/11), were killed maimed and other lives forever partially ruined. Yes, I have always had concern for the well-being of my family, myself, and all reasonably good people, but I intend to lead my life with respect for all dangers, erring at times, which appears to be the norm for all, and let the security people and others protect me as I would them, but not harass myself and all other who do not deserve being harassed.
The old adage "that there are a few bad apples in every barrel" has always been true. Just don't let the bad apples ruin the good ones. That includes our security forces and politicians.
AND TERRORISTS OR WOULD BE TERRORISTS.
Gun Control - Killings - Israel
As would be expected, the gun control adherents continue to spread mis-information. Laws are on the books and can be enforced today if those enforcing the laws wish to or are able to enforce these laws. There are thousands or laws meant to stop gambling, prostitution, drug use which includes drinking, smoking, robbing, raping, illegal insider trading, many forms of cheating, speeding; I could list thousands of things that are illegal and covered by never ending laws. #1. Guns will always be sold, either legally or on the black market. #2. There will be more crazies, for wont of a better term, who will kill with guns, explosives, drugs, poisons, knives, baseball bats, hatchets, axes, axe handles, strangulation, you name it. #3. Efforts to control death by vehicular accident, many of them horrific, which kill more than 40,000 a year in the U.S.A., have done little to stop these killings despite the thousands of laws on the books to do so. #4. Despite the fact that less than 200 people have been killed since 9/11 (I should add airplanes as killers) by over-publicized crazies and terrorist actions, the story loving press continues to present facts and presumptions that we should stay locked in our rooms and eat each other, I suppose, so we don't have to venture out or order in, go to work, shop, go to sporting events, theaters, or to any event that attracts more than 100 in a group.
#5. People in the U.S.A. that WANT GUNS WILL ALWAYS HAVE THEM. PERIOD.
To sum it, the media, aided and abetted by publicity hungry politicians, sect or race radical leaders, and just ordinary people seeking to be on TV or in the paper, have caused an emotional toil unimaginable in the country of Israel. Israel, threatened to extinction by Obama's trusted counterparts in Iran, killed by their neighbors, some of their own radicalized people and a perceived threat to many even here in this country, continue to go about their lives in a relatively normal manner.
It is my understanding that all citizens of Israel must serve two years of security training, are all taught how to shoot to kill or Taze, arm themselves, and have done things like building walls to protect their country from outside high dangers.. Things we can't seem to do in this country and IS another reason for the popularity of The Donald.
Everything I write and most other write have been written by so many sensible people like Charles Krauthammer, whose recent article titled, "Obama's Phony War", should be mandatory reading for ALL
Enough said. I accept any challenge to what I write but not from COWARDS who call themselves anonymous.
#5. People in the U.S.A. that WANT GUNS WILL ALWAYS HAVE THEM. PERIOD.
To sum it, the media, aided and abetted by publicity hungry politicians, sect or race radical leaders, and just ordinary people seeking to be on TV or in the paper, have caused an emotional toil unimaginable in the country of Israel. Israel, threatened to extinction by Obama's trusted counterparts in Iran, killed by their neighbors, some of their own radicalized people and a perceived threat to many even here in this country, continue to go about their lives in a relatively normal manner.
It is my understanding that all citizens of Israel must serve two years of security training, are all taught how to shoot to kill or Taze, arm themselves, and have done things like building walls to protect their country from outside high dangers.. Things we can't seem to do in this country and IS another reason for the popularity of The Donald.
Everything I write and most other write have been written by so many sensible people like Charles Krauthammer, whose recent article titled, "Obama's Phony War", should be mandatory reading for ALL
Enough said. I accept any challenge to what I write but not from COWARDS who call themselves anonymous.
Friday, December 04, 2015
Trump's Pinocchio Nose
If compared to Obama's; Obama's nose would circle the earth. Hillary's nose would reach from Washington to Salt Lake City. Trump's nose would reach from New York to Columbus, Ohio. But the left-leaning 85% Democrat reporters and 70% left leaning medias, they would have it just the opposite for Obama and Trump. Hillary would not have a longer nose than Nixon.
How did this happen? Broken school systems seemingly composed of near Socialist leanings on too many levels of education. Reaching back in my memories, I realize that only one social studies and history teacher at Western was probably a Republican. I believe his name was Vic Braden. The most influential teaching Democrat's wife was rumored to be sleeping with some of the students with his knowledge. Share what you have with others as the great equalizer. No big deal then and now, I suppose.
If I had the chance to advise The Donald, I would advise him to get the facts more in alignment with the truth. Donald, you can't govern by over emphasizing every problem and solution. Your followers are angry, not stupid. You speak as a "not politically correct" candidate but you don't need to go so far afield. And you need to be prepared to answer questions without shooting from the hip.
Listen to your advisers more. You are going to have to listen to them if elected, like it or not. No one man is bigger than this country. Accept that fact.
Still, he is the only candidate of any party who can stand up to the Putins' of the world and many of the ineffective Democrats and some Republicans.
How did this happen? Broken school systems seemingly composed of near Socialist leanings on too many levels of education. Reaching back in my memories, I realize that only one social studies and history teacher at Western was probably a Republican. I believe his name was Vic Braden. The most influential teaching Democrat's wife was rumored to be sleeping with some of the students with his knowledge. Share what you have with others as the great equalizer. No big deal then and now, I suppose.
If I had the chance to advise The Donald, I would advise him to get the facts more in alignment with the truth. Donald, you can't govern by over emphasizing every problem and solution. Your followers are angry, not stupid. You speak as a "not politically correct" candidate but you don't need to go so far afield. And you need to be prepared to answer questions without shooting from the hip.
Listen to your advisers more. You are going to have to listen to them if elected, like it or not. No one man is bigger than this country. Accept that fact.
Still, he is the only candidate of any party who can stand up to the Putins' of the world and many of the ineffective Democrats and some Republicans.
Thursday, December 03, 2015
How Diversity is Helping To "Kill" This Great Country
Interested? Then enter "Diversity" in the upper left hand corner of this blog and hit "go". You will find some of my best blogging; about 8 articles, starting on 7/20/2011. I bring this very important subject up again because yesterday, where I bank in Bradenton, my teller was a white woman who can process a transaction in about a minute. A couple of days before, my teller was a black woman who processed the same transaction in 5 or more minutes. No, I am not now nor never have been a racist. BUT I DO NOT believe in using diversity as the law demands. I believe and always will believe people should be hired, and I'll simply it, ON MERIT and QUALIFICATIONS.
Using the same basic scenario, there was a black man who worked last winter at Steak and Shake in Bradenton, who was the fastest, most efficient fry cook I have ever seen. So good I asked him to take $5 from me. He did and asked why I was tipping him. I told him he was a joy to watch. Recently, I visited the same S and S and he was gone. Doing he same job was a white guy who appeared to care less about all the customers impatiently waiting for what was being prepared on the same grill. I watched for awhile and walked out. I went to a Burger King where a black order taker and cashier was highly effective.
Over my lifetime, I more than once told a clerk, etc. that if they worked for me they would not have a job for long. I understand that if you are new to a job, it takes takes time to become more efficient. It is management's responsibility to work with the new employee until the new hire had the job pretty well "down pat".I'm sure some of you got bad service when I owned Widmer's. If I was in business today, I am certain I would do a better job as I am still learning. Hopefully, faster than I forget.
I have posted about 2700 blogs. I believe some of you newer readers might enjoy reading. They are all available. If you make a comment, don't forget to hit "Submit" or it will not appear..
Thanks for reading me.
Using the same basic scenario, there was a black man who worked last winter at Steak and Shake in Bradenton, who was the fastest, most efficient fry cook I have ever seen. So good I asked him to take $5 from me. He did and asked why I was tipping him. I told him he was a joy to watch. Recently, I visited the same S and S and he was gone. Doing he same job was a white guy who appeared to care less about all the customers impatiently waiting for what was being prepared on the same grill. I watched for awhile and walked out. I went to a Burger King where a black order taker and cashier was highly effective.
Over my lifetime, I more than once told a clerk, etc. that if they worked for me they would not have a job for long. I understand that if you are new to a job, it takes takes time to become more efficient. It is management's responsibility to work with the new employee until the new hire had the job pretty well "down pat".I'm sure some of you got bad service when I owned Widmer's. If I was in business today, I am certain I would do a better job as I am still learning. Hopefully, faster than I forget.
I have posted about 2700 blogs. I believe some of you newer readers might enjoy reading. They are all available. If you make a comment, don't forget to hit "Submit" or it will not appear..
Thanks for reading me.
San Bernadino Terrorists
Glad they are both dead. Sorry for the baby. Hope it adopted by a couple who loves our country and forsakes others. When my Dad at nine months entered this county legally through Ellis Island he said he had no interest in returning to Switzerland where he was born.
Hope authorities find all connected to them and deport them.
Hope authorities find all connected to them and deport them.
Tuesday, December 01, 2015
Merle Widmer's Obituary - Well, Sort Of - Part Two of Many
Actually, life was not always boring on the farm. Our farm had a lot timber so Dad and I would spend time cleaning up and burning brush, cutting firewood and a few trees for lumber. On one hot summer day, I stepped on a ground hornets nest. I told Dad that hornets were crawling up my pants leg. He said, "take off your pants and shake them out". I was a modern boy way back then and seldom wore under shorts. When I shook the hornets out of my jeans, one of them stung me on the very end of my penis. By the time we got to the house and my Mom, I had a bubble near the size of a golf ball and was in extreme pain. What an embarrassment for an 11 year old boy to have his Mom medically treat it. Enough said.
Back in those days, we shucked corn by hand. My Mom and a couple of my sisters got stuck with a lot of the shucking. I remember sitting in the horses pulled wagon; wagons with a buck board on one side. Corn ears would hit the board and fall in the wagon where I would be sitting freezing my little 4, 5, or 6 year old butt. Occasionally, I would get hit by a stray ear. I figured sometimes it was intentionally because the women were mad that they had to be shucking corn. Sometimes long after winter set in. I wrote before that we were poor but considered ourselves better off than some of our neighbors who had lost their farms during the Great Depression.
We were finally able to buy a tractor pulled corn shucker. This was how it worked; the tractor had a four or six sided steel drive post sticking out over the flat steel bars (the same pull assembly that pulled the shucker) we stood on when we needed to work the hand bar clutch that controlled the the drive post. A universal joint attached the drive post to a matching post sticking out from the shucker. When the corn stalks got stuck in the the rotating rollers that shucked the corn ears, we would try to dislodge them by hand and then use the hand clutch while standing on the the pull assembly. Modern boy that I tried to be, I wore regular belted blue jeans instead of the then popular bib overalls. These many times washed older jeans saved my 16 year old life as while I was standing on the pull bar working the hand clutch, I leaned to close to the the rapidly rotating universal joint and it grabbed my rear jeans pocket that held my handkerchief and before I could say 'whoa' all I had left of my jeans was the strip under my belt. The rest was wrapped around the universal joint. I still have slight scars under both knees. So many lives were lost or people left maimed to exposed universal joints that manufacturers were forced to put a steel covers over these terribly dangerous devices.
That same year, our neighbor made the mistake of leaving the clutch engaged while he tried to dislodge the rotating roller jams and one hand got caught between the rollers. He used his other hand to free the caught hand and it got caught also. Fortunately, the jam killed the tractor motor. He was found hours later. Both arms had to amputated up to the elbow but he survived. Thousands of farmers each year were killed or maimed by poorly designed farm equipment.
Sometimes in a dry summer, the cattle would eat up all the pasture grass. So my sister Dorothy and I would get the job of herding them out on the gravel roadways where grass and weeds grew. To while the hours away, we would play cards and tell stories. Dorothy and I also made and painted yard ornaments. My older sister, Loretta,wrote to the Chicago Prairie Farm Magazine and they sent a reporter out who interviewed us, took pictures and published the story along with our pictures of us and our work.
Uncle Ben Witzig, whose only son, Richard, was killed in WW2, owned a summer cottage on the Mackinaw River and on occasion we were all invited to join he and my Aunt Ethel, Richard and Tevi and their friends. Kegs of beer along with copious amounts of food was SOP. I was too young to drink, but when no one was looking, I tapped a keg. On the way home, my Dad would notice I was talking more than I usually did. Little did he know that the kegs of wine in our basement equipped with testing tubes got me a little tipsy on more than one occasion. Fortunately, our grade school teachers warned us of the evil of liquors. In my entire life, I only once got really drunk and that was in college where we would on occasion, drink beer out of shot glasses after having a Happy Hour Martini.
No discretionary money and want a high on the cheap without drugs? It worked for me.
Enough for this day.
Back in those days, we shucked corn by hand. My Mom and a couple of my sisters got stuck with a lot of the shucking. I remember sitting in the horses pulled wagon; wagons with a buck board on one side. Corn ears would hit the board and fall in the wagon where I would be sitting freezing my little 4, 5, or 6 year old butt. Occasionally, I would get hit by a stray ear. I figured sometimes it was intentionally because the women were mad that they had to be shucking corn. Sometimes long after winter set in. I wrote before that we were poor but considered ourselves better off than some of our neighbors who had lost their farms during the Great Depression.
We were finally able to buy a tractor pulled corn shucker. This was how it worked; the tractor had a four or six sided steel drive post sticking out over the flat steel bars (the same pull assembly that pulled the shucker) we stood on when we needed to work the hand bar clutch that controlled the the drive post. A universal joint attached the drive post to a matching post sticking out from the shucker. When the corn stalks got stuck in the the rotating rollers that shucked the corn ears, we would try to dislodge them by hand and then use the hand clutch while standing on the the pull assembly. Modern boy that I tried to be, I wore regular belted blue jeans instead of the then popular bib overalls. These many times washed older jeans saved my 16 year old life as while I was standing on the pull bar working the hand clutch, I leaned to close to the the rapidly rotating universal joint and it grabbed my rear jeans pocket that held my handkerchief and before I could say 'whoa' all I had left of my jeans was the strip under my belt. The rest was wrapped around the universal joint. I still have slight scars under both knees. So many lives were lost or people left maimed to exposed universal joints that manufacturers were forced to put a steel covers over these terribly dangerous devices.
That same year, our neighbor made the mistake of leaving the clutch engaged while he tried to dislodge the rotating roller jams and one hand got caught between the rollers. He used his other hand to free the caught hand and it got caught also. Fortunately, the jam killed the tractor motor. He was found hours later. Both arms had to amputated up to the elbow but he survived. Thousands of farmers each year were killed or maimed by poorly designed farm equipment.
Sometimes in a dry summer, the cattle would eat up all the pasture grass. So my sister Dorothy and I would get the job of herding them out on the gravel roadways where grass and weeds grew. To while the hours away, we would play cards and tell stories. Dorothy and I also made and painted yard ornaments. My older sister, Loretta,wrote to the Chicago Prairie Farm Magazine and they sent a reporter out who interviewed us, took pictures and published the story along with our pictures of us and our work.
Uncle Ben Witzig, whose only son, Richard, was killed in WW2, owned a summer cottage on the Mackinaw River and on occasion we were all invited to join he and my Aunt Ethel, Richard and Tevi and their friends. Kegs of beer along with copious amounts of food was SOP. I was too young to drink, but when no one was looking, I tapped a keg. On the way home, my Dad would notice I was talking more than I usually did. Little did he know that the kegs of wine in our basement equipped with testing tubes got me a little tipsy on more than one occasion. Fortunately, our grade school teachers warned us of the evil of liquors. In my entire life, I only once got really drunk and that was in college where we would on occasion, drink beer out of shot glasses after having a Happy Hour Martini.
No discretionary money and want a high on the cheap without drugs? It worked for me.
Enough for this day.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Trump Holds High Cards in Sarasota Saturday
Arriving very early in his helicopter, greeted by hundreds as he landed, took some kids for a helicopter ride and then entered to standing room only crowd of 6,000 in Robards Arena. According to a local TV Station, another 8,000 lined up outside. A patient line of 4 to 6 deep supporters, a quarter mile long stood in 80 degree temperatures on a Saturday without ever getting a chance to see him. I was one of them until I realized that the line wasn't moving. So I, along with many others, retreated to our air-conditioned digs to watch him on TV. Many others could not find a place to park and did the same.
He was the usual Donald; brash, nowhere close to being politically correct, brutally honest especially when he attacked the very Liberal New York Times and their Democrat reporters, sometimes exaggerating to make a point, making claims that he can only achieve if he has the support of the House and Senate and have flair opposed to the charm of the most destructive sitting president this country has ever known. The crowd was typical of Middle Florida. Ordinary people.No 70, 80 or 90 retirees standing in line. A handful of blacks, no people in Muslim garbs and no wild men or women such as those who lead the "Blacks are People Too" or some stupid name making whites seem all like plantation owners.
I may vote for him as I do not see him as a danger to the best interests of this slipping world power called the United States of America. I can see him sitting down with Putin much as I sat down with the Teamsters Bosses and negotiated 7 three contracts without a strike or even a serious threat of a strike. To my knowledge, my successors, Widmer Interiors, still support the the Teamsters Union almost 24 years after I sold my company for the most money any office products company was ever sold for in downstate Illinois. Trump really loves this country but like me and a rising majority of people who love the country but feel that much of the leadership is mostly interested in the well-being of themselves and their wealthy buddies. Or who lean whichever way the wind blows to get elected or re-elected so they can feed on all the 'goodies' they vote to themselves.
No other Republican candidate has come forward who can defeat any Democrat candidate. Trump is no Hitler as some desperate people would like to pattern him. Trump is no war-monger; he has to my knowledge, no financial interests in anything close to being a military products manufacturer. He, like all politicians, sometimes stretches the truth, but somewhere in all my papers, I distinctly remember print about "certain people" cheering as the Twin Towers collapsed. Others had signs on their vehicles claiming this horrible disaster, created by Muslims, saying "it was an inside job".
I have never met a politician and people they appoint to leadership positions who didn't at times, stretch the truth.Remember a nice person by the name of Richarson? And all the leaders sho supported FireFly as the greatest creation since the airplane and the automobile of even the steam engine?. Prime examples are Democrats mainly and Republicans who lied about the absolute success of Heddington Oaks and the Peoria RiverFront Museum. And most likely the Warehouse District, the Sports Complex and the Marriott
This country contains a large percentage of angry and disappointed voters. No, we do not need a dictator and Trump is no threat. We. need someone to listen to those of us who deal in 'facts' and who will stand up to the Putins of this world and make us feel safe in our own communities.
Trump may be just the right man and could be elected even if the old and I mean 'old' Republican good old buddies group stays home on election day...
Oh, yes. Were there any protesters inside/ One who was ejected. The paper said there were a hundred of so outside but I did not see one or any sign supporting Bush and Rubio or opposing Trump.
He was the usual Donald; brash, nowhere close to being politically correct, brutally honest especially when he attacked the very Liberal New York Times and their Democrat reporters, sometimes exaggerating to make a point, making claims that he can only achieve if he has the support of the House and Senate and have flair opposed to the charm of the most destructive sitting president this country has ever known. The crowd was typical of Middle Florida. Ordinary people.No 70, 80 or 90 retirees standing in line. A handful of blacks, no people in Muslim garbs and no wild men or women such as those who lead the "Blacks are People Too" or some stupid name making whites seem all like plantation owners.
I may vote for him as I do not see him as a danger to the best interests of this slipping world power called the United States of America. I can see him sitting down with Putin much as I sat down with the Teamsters Bosses and negotiated 7 three contracts without a strike or even a serious threat of a strike. To my knowledge, my successors, Widmer Interiors, still support the the Teamsters Union almost 24 years after I sold my company for the most money any office products company was ever sold for in downstate Illinois. Trump really loves this country but like me and a rising majority of people who love the country but feel that much of the leadership is mostly interested in the well-being of themselves and their wealthy buddies. Or who lean whichever way the wind blows to get elected or re-elected so they can feed on all the 'goodies' they vote to themselves.
No other Republican candidate has come forward who can defeat any Democrat candidate. Trump is no Hitler as some desperate people would like to pattern him. Trump is no war-monger; he has to my knowledge, no financial interests in anything close to being a military products manufacturer. He, like all politicians, sometimes stretches the truth, but somewhere in all my papers, I distinctly remember print about "certain people" cheering as the Twin Towers collapsed. Others had signs on their vehicles claiming this horrible disaster, created by Muslims, saying "it was an inside job".
I have never met a politician and people they appoint to leadership positions who didn't at times, stretch the truth.Remember a nice person by the name of Richarson? And all the leaders sho supported FireFly as the greatest creation since the airplane and the automobile of even the steam engine?. Prime examples are Democrats mainly and Republicans who lied about the absolute success of Heddington Oaks and the Peoria RiverFront Museum. And most likely the Warehouse District, the Sports Complex and the Marriott
This country contains a large percentage of angry and disappointed voters. No, we do not need a dictator and Trump is no threat. We. need someone to listen to those of us who deal in 'facts' and who will stand up to the Putins of this world and make us feel safe in our own communities.
Trump may be just the right man and could be elected even if the old and I mean 'old' Republican good old buddies group stays home on election day...
Oh, yes. Were there any protesters inside/ One who was ejected. The paper said there were a hundred of so outside but I did not see one or any sign supporting Bush and Rubio or opposing Trump.
Merle Widmer's Obituary - Well, Sort Of - Part One of Many
I'm still kicking at ninety but I better start recording more of my life story that my daughters and grandchildren and perhaps a few others may want to read someday. Born as the last of nine children of Donat and Lillie (Witzig) Widmer, (Dad said he wasn't aware of birth control back then) I survive as does my 94 year old sister Viola and her 95 year old husband, Herb Kauffman. Herb was born in Congerville and all Widmer kids were born on a farm between Congerville and Carlock, Illinois. While we lived in Woodford County, we all attended a one room grade school half a mile away in McLean County. Most of us had the same teacher, Nellie Moline, nice but strict. The rules allowed spanking and my Dad said if we got spanked at school, we got another spanking at home, no explanations accepted. One spanking was enough to shape me up. Too bad we have become a nation of wimps.
Most of us attended a three year high school in Congerville. (back in Woodford County again) I graduated at the age of 16 from Normal Community High. Two of my older sisters were 'farmed' out to wealthy Peorians. One graduated from Peoria High and one from Woodruff high. My only brother Chester, only attended school for three years, as Dad needed him to work.
We didn't have sports in grade school and I never shot a basketball or threw a baseball until my Freshman year at Congerville. To while away the long winter nights on the farm. I cut the bottom out of a round Quaker Oats card board oatmeal container, mounted it on a top door hinge and used a small rubber ball to shoot one handed baskets while I listened on the radio where Illini greats like Phillips, Matthiesen, etc. were starring. When I went out for basketball at Congerville High, I tried to shoot the big ball one-handed. The coach who was also our Principal, finally told me I would never play at all unless I shot two handed. I still hear my teammates cheering when I finally scored my first basket in a Junior Varsity game. I scored one varsity basket at Congerville and didn't make the squad at Normal Community. Normal had good players and went to the "Sweet Sixteen" losing in the first round to Streator. More on sports later and why I eventually became a Varsity Basketball Coach
At the age of 8 or 9, my life on the farm was work 7 days a week. I still got to listen to Bob Elson as he reported play by play action on WGN of my team, the Chicago Cubs. Our longtime milk pickup man was Tevie Tevis, a really ardent Cub fan. Every now and then, I got to discuss Cub and Yankee baseball with Tevie. When the WW2 broke out, I was a senior in high school and Dad had me exempted from enlisting as I was the only boy at home and with Dad and a couple of sisters and Mom, farmed 300+ acres with all kind of animals to either milk, feed, cleanup, butcher, etc., he had me exempted with a 4D classification which kept me out of service until 1946 when I was drafted and served 20 months. More on my military service later..
Only twice did I get to attend a weekend without working. One was a 4-H camp near Lake Bloomington. The other was when my steer won a blue ribbon at a Woodford County Fair. Since the steer was actually owned by neighbor wealthy State Senator Simon Lantz, Senator Lantz offered to take the steer, my Dad and I to the Chicago State Fair. Unfortunately, I was more interested in sports and my Dad found me trying to play football instead of watching over and continually grooming my steer. I got a severe lecture. While my steer didn't win an award, the steer was lucky it did not have to return to Congerville. It sold for I believe, 13 cents a pound, which was a good price in 1938. Some wealthy Chicago people enjoyed some good steaks and prime rib.
Life on the farm bored me so badly that I told my older sister Loretta that I was day-dreaming my life away. I had serial day-dreams that lasted for weeks as I remember. I was day dreaming when I made too wide a turn with our disc and hit a fence post, bending two discs cutters. It was a bad day when Dad discovered the bent equipment.
There were no boys my age nearer than a mile or so. Then there was the time available. So in the summer I hunted ground hogs. Woodford County paid 25 cents a scalp. I would scalp the ground hog and nail their scalp on the blacksmith shop building wall. When day had to make a trip to Eureka, the County seat, he would take the scalps and I would get to keep all the money. Sometimes up to 3 to 4 dollars. Also, I fished in a couple of creeks that eventually outsourced into the Mackinaw River. In the fall, I hunted squirrels.In the winter, I trapped and hunted. We ate the squirrels and the fish. Also, in the winter, I trapped, skinned, dried and sold the muskrat, fox, mink and possum furs.(We would give the possum carcasses to a neighbor who sold them to the black community in Bloomington who considered the meat as a delicacy). I would get up at 5 A.M.in the usually cold mornings, run my trap lines, come back and do the chores and then have breakfast with the family.
Congerville had a great fast pitch softball team but with all the stars drafted or enlisted in WW2 and since the games were played at night I became a player who looked forward to every game. More on that later under my sports career. In the winter, I played Independent basketball. We would bribe the janitor with 4 bucks to open the gym for practice on some nights
One year, I trapped a skunk and stupidly tried to kill him. It turned its butt on me and sprayed me. My Mom was so mad she could have "fisted me". That was her expression after I became to old to spank.. She buried my clothes in the ground for about a week and after the smell had gone, she washed the clothes and I wore them again. As for my body, no one would come close to me as I washed and re-washed until the odor was gone. Another time, I caught a ground hog who had holed up in a steep bank. When I crawled up to kill it, It broke lose from the trap. I caught it by the front leg and started screaming for my Dad who luckily was near by. I hung on until my Dad killed the varmit. At any time, it could have turned on me and bit me as a mouse did when I grabbed it by its tail. Was that ever painful for several days. Luckily, I didn't get rabies.
Once in a while in the winter we would wait for the Mackinaw to freeze. Then Dad, my brother Chet and I, would take gigs fashioned from pitchforks, a bag of shelled corn and an axe; find a shallow spot where the river narrowed, cut a rectangular hole in the ice, sprinkled the shelled corn on the river bottom, go up where the river deepened and started pounding on the ice with heavy wood branches. Soon, the fish would start moving toward the area where my brother or my Dad stood with the gig waiting for the shadow of the fish to cross over the corn. Dad and Chet, who was 11 years older than me, had all the fun as I was always stuck with doing the pounding. I did enjoy eating the Channel Catfish that my mother, an excellent cook, prepared for us. What we were doing was highly illegal but fortunately, game wardens seldom were out on a cold winter day.
Occasionally, my Dad had business in Congerville or he needed a haircut. (My Dad cut my hair until I was at least 10) and he would take me along. When business was over, we would stop at the pool hall and shoot a few games of pool. Occasionally, on nice weather evenings during the summer, Dad and Mom would take us kids to Carlock or Congerville, to watch outdoor movies. When we were younger, we always waited up at home because they always brought us ice cream. What a treat on a hot night with only one fan, usually being in Mom and Dad's room, to cool the four upstairs bedrooms.
Susposedly, one night Lucille Ball, using a different name back then, came to Congerville barnstorming and put on a show. Two of the strongest older boys got in a vicious fistfight over her. Rumor has it that by the time the fight was over, she was on her way out of town. The boys were alleged to have been Bobby Irions and "Mac' McCannon.
When I got old enough to drive, around the age of 13, I would take my Dad's pickup truck to town late on Halloween night and with older boys leading the way, we would topple outhouses, put bailed straw to block the main drag, rob chicken coops of eggs and throw same at one house of maybe two. One night, around midnight, I was driving the pickup truck with two of my friends in the truck bed firing eggs at Howard ......s house. Two shots rang out. Scared to death, I gunned my way, out of town, dropping my friends off near the edge of town and I went to a cornfield, and hid with the truck till three o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, Dad did not hear me come home. But next day, the Woodford County Sherriff came over and asked Dad if he knew what had happened. Dad called for me. Of course, I denied being the culprit saying I was out but was home before midnight. Both knew I was lying but I was not arrested but my Dad gave me quite a lecture. Why did we pick on Howard......? Because his outhouse was toppled so many times that he anchored it down with railroad ties and steel cables. We couldn't budge it.
One night we toppled an outhouse and Sammy .......... fell in up to his waist. We fished him out but stayed downwind from him the rest of the night. A rumor was that some of the older boys took a cow out of a barn, hoisted it up on the roof and tied all four legs down where it's owner finally checked where the bellows of an animal in distress was coming from.The feat was the talk of the town for weeks. The culprits names were suspected but no one could prove who they were.
I wanted to save this to my computer but my software won't let me so I'm hoping I can print this as Part One of a series.
Most of us attended a three year high school in Congerville. (back in Woodford County again) I graduated at the age of 16 from Normal Community High. Two of my older sisters were 'farmed' out to wealthy Peorians. One graduated from Peoria High and one from Woodruff high. My only brother Chester, only attended school for three years, as Dad needed him to work.
We didn't have sports in grade school and I never shot a basketball or threw a baseball until my Freshman year at Congerville. To while away the long winter nights on the farm. I cut the bottom out of a round Quaker Oats card board oatmeal container, mounted it on a top door hinge and used a small rubber ball to shoot one handed baskets while I listened on the radio where Illini greats like Phillips, Matthiesen, etc. were starring. When I went out for basketball at Congerville High, I tried to shoot the big ball one-handed. The coach who was also our Principal, finally told me I would never play at all unless I shot two handed. I still hear my teammates cheering when I finally scored my first basket in a Junior Varsity game. I scored one varsity basket at Congerville and didn't make the squad at Normal Community. Normal had good players and went to the "Sweet Sixteen" losing in the first round to Streator. More on sports later and why I eventually became a Varsity Basketball Coach
At the age of 8 or 9, my life on the farm was work 7 days a week. I still got to listen to Bob Elson as he reported play by play action on WGN of my team, the Chicago Cubs. Our longtime milk pickup man was Tevie Tevis, a really ardent Cub fan. Every now and then, I got to discuss Cub and Yankee baseball with Tevie. When the WW2 broke out, I was a senior in high school and Dad had me exempted from enlisting as I was the only boy at home and with Dad and a couple of sisters and Mom, farmed 300+ acres with all kind of animals to either milk, feed, cleanup, butcher, etc., he had me exempted with a 4D classification which kept me out of service until 1946 when I was drafted and served 20 months. More on my military service later..
Only twice did I get to attend a weekend without working. One was a 4-H camp near Lake Bloomington. The other was when my steer won a blue ribbon at a Woodford County Fair. Since the steer was actually owned by neighbor wealthy State Senator Simon Lantz, Senator Lantz offered to take the steer, my Dad and I to the Chicago State Fair. Unfortunately, I was more interested in sports and my Dad found me trying to play football instead of watching over and continually grooming my steer. I got a severe lecture. While my steer didn't win an award, the steer was lucky it did not have to return to Congerville. It sold for I believe, 13 cents a pound, which was a good price in 1938. Some wealthy Chicago people enjoyed some good steaks and prime rib.
Life on the farm bored me so badly that I told my older sister Loretta that I was day-dreaming my life away. I had serial day-dreams that lasted for weeks as I remember. I was day dreaming when I made too wide a turn with our disc and hit a fence post, bending two discs cutters. It was a bad day when Dad discovered the bent equipment.
There were no boys my age nearer than a mile or so. Then there was the time available. So in the summer I hunted ground hogs. Woodford County paid 25 cents a scalp. I would scalp the ground hog and nail their scalp on the blacksmith shop building wall. When day had to make a trip to Eureka, the County seat, he would take the scalps and I would get to keep all the money. Sometimes up to 3 to 4 dollars. Also, I fished in a couple of creeks that eventually outsourced into the Mackinaw River. In the fall, I hunted squirrels.In the winter, I trapped and hunted. We ate the squirrels and the fish. Also, in the winter, I trapped, skinned, dried and sold the muskrat, fox, mink and possum furs.(We would give the possum carcasses to a neighbor who sold them to the black community in Bloomington who considered the meat as a delicacy). I would get up at 5 A.M.in the usually cold mornings, run my trap lines, come back and do the chores and then have breakfast with the family.
Congerville had a great fast pitch softball team but with all the stars drafted or enlisted in WW2 and since the games were played at night I became a player who looked forward to every game. More on that later under my sports career. In the winter, I played Independent basketball. We would bribe the janitor with 4 bucks to open the gym for practice on some nights
One year, I trapped a skunk and stupidly tried to kill him. It turned its butt on me and sprayed me. My Mom was so mad she could have "fisted me". That was her expression after I became to old to spank.. She buried my clothes in the ground for about a week and after the smell had gone, she washed the clothes and I wore them again. As for my body, no one would come close to me as I washed and re-washed until the odor was gone. Another time, I caught a ground hog who had holed up in a steep bank. When I crawled up to kill it, It broke lose from the trap. I caught it by the front leg and started screaming for my Dad who luckily was near by. I hung on until my Dad killed the varmit. At any time, it could have turned on me and bit me as a mouse did when I grabbed it by its tail. Was that ever painful for several days. Luckily, I didn't get rabies.
Once in a while in the winter we would wait for the Mackinaw to freeze. Then Dad, my brother Chet and I, would take gigs fashioned from pitchforks, a bag of shelled corn and an axe; find a shallow spot where the river narrowed, cut a rectangular hole in the ice, sprinkled the shelled corn on the river bottom, go up where the river deepened and started pounding on the ice with heavy wood branches. Soon, the fish would start moving toward the area where my brother or my Dad stood with the gig waiting for the shadow of the fish to cross over the corn. Dad and Chet, who was 11 years older than me, had all the fun as I was always stuck with doing the pounding. I did enjoy eating the Channel Catfish that my mother, an excellent cook, prepared for us. What we were doing was highly illegal but fortunately, game wardens seldom were out on a cold winter day.
Occasionally, my Dad had business in Congerville or he needed a haircut. (My Dad cut my hair until I was at least 10) and he would take me along. When business was over, we would stop at the pool hall and shoot a few games of pool. Occasionally, on nice weather evenings during the summer, Dad and Mom would take us kids to Carlock or Congerville, to watch outdoor movies. When we were younger, we always waited up at home because they always brought us ice cream. What a treat on a hot night with only one fan, usually being in Mom and Dad's room, to cool the four upstairs bedrooms.
Susposedly, one night Lucille Ball, using a different name back then, came to Congerville barnstorming and put on a show. Two of the strongest older boys got in a vicious fistfight over her. Rumor has it that by the time the fight was over, she was on her way out of town. The boys were alleged to have been Bobby Irions and "Mac' McCannon.
When I got old enough to drive, around the age of 13, I would take my Dad's pickup truck to town late on Halloween night and with older boys leading the way, we would topple outhouses, put bailed straw to block the main drag, rob chicken coops of eggs and throw same at one house of maybe two. One night, around midnight, I was driving the pickup truck with two of my friends in the truck bed firing eggs at Howard ......s house. Two shots rang out. Scared to death, I gunned my way, out of town, dropping my friends off near the edge of town and I went to a cornfield, and hid with the truck till three o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, Dad did not hear me come home. But next day, the Woodford County Sherriff came over and asked Dad if he knew what had happened. Dad called for me. Of course, I denied being the culprit saying I was out but was home before midnight. Both knew I was lying but I was not arrested but my Dad gave me quite a lecture. Why did we pick on Howard......? Because his outhouse was toppled so many times that he anchored it down with railroad ties and steel cables. We couldn't budge it.
One night we toppled an outhouse and Sammy .......... fell in up to his waist. We fished him out but stayed downwind from him the rest of the night. A rumor was that some of the older boys took a cow out of a barn, hoisted it up on the roof and tied all four legs down where it's owner finally checked where the bellows of an animal in distress was coming from.The feat was the talk of the town for weeks. The culprits names were suspected but no one could prove who they were.
I wanted to save this to my computer but my software won't let me so I'm hoping I can print this as Part One of a series.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Ray LaHood - JS Quotes in Editorial on 11/13/15
"Remains Fond of Obama". Interesting. I guess because Ray pushed for $800 million for a new highway to Chicago and then settled on $400 million for making Rt.29 a four laner', neither one that could be justified by real cost conscious leaders like Dale Risinger. Ray also tried to push light rail from Tampa to Orlando where the national government would fund all the preliminary expenses, around $2.4 billion, and stick the State of Florida with the building and all other costs. Florida's Governor knew that Florida didn't have the money and rejected the broke federal government largess. Ray's income, including his pension, increased dramatically under Obama. Maybe that makes him "fond of Obama'". Was Ray good for Peoria? Hard to tell. Take a good look at Peoria and you be the judge whether the City, County, etc indicate a bright future in the upcoming years.
None of Ray's big spending deals went through, thank goodness. Wonder why arrogant, not politically correct presidential candidates, like Trump and Sanders have such a large following?
The majority of the leaders now sitting in seats of power have failed us. Both Republicans and Democrats. Another reason I and many of my friends and acquaintances are Independents. Trump would do no worse looking at all aspects of the position. Sanders? Well.......
Maybe being in a warm climate has further addled this old brain. Hmmm
None of Ray's big spending deals went through, thank goodness. Wonder why arrogant, not politically correct presidential candidates, like Trump and Sanders have such a large following?
The majority of the leaders now sitting in seats of power have failed us. Both Republicans and Democrats. Another reason I and many of my friends and acquaintances are Independents. Trump would do no worse looking at all aspects of the position. Sanders? Well.......
Maybe being in a warm climate has further addled this old brain. Hmmm
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