I got a new dog.


I got a new dog to guard our house. It was a little more than I thought I should pay but I think when word gets out we’ll be a relatively crime free neighborhood.

 

The nice part is he is a year old and already fully trained. For your safety you might want to call our house from the safety of your house prior to visiting….. 🙂

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A Bottle of Whiskey By His side.


WITH A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY BY HIS SIDE

Copyright 2013 Gordon Kuhn

 

With a bottle of whiskey by his side,

he fell asleep and softly cried;

as he laid upon the cold ground that day;

on the cold, cold ground in the mottled month of May.

Leaves, spent, brown, tinged with orange lay

where his body had come to stop and stay

at a place where others passed him on their way

going to someplace other than there

walking and trying not to glance over and stare

at where he lay with a bottle of whiskey by his side.

For his life was spent on the outgoing tide,

and for him there was no place left to hide.

Clothed but naked upon his grassy grave,

Un-dug then was his plot of clay,

No strength had he to stave off the coming moments,

Of a passing soul of torn torments.

Simply this was not his way.

He conscious chose no more to stay.

Life for him had slipped on past.

This day would simply be his last.

To live with the growing pain.

To live with self-projected shame,

circled, flushed, and down the drain,

too late then to retrieve or stop the stain.

With a bottle of whiskey by his side,

he knew his life was on an outgoing tide.

Where friendships once felt good and strong,

They had all failed to make it long;

nothing then left for him to do,

life for him was finally thru.

With a bottle of whiskey by his side;

he fell asleep and in his sleep he cried.

With a bottle of whiskey by his side;

he curled up in a restless sleep,

one far more than ever deep,

there drifted he on an outgoing tide

and in his lonely sleep he slept and died.                                        Sunday, January 13, 2013

Custodians to be armed to protect a school.


This is about time. Gun Free Zones are the most dangerous places in the world. They are an advertisement to the criminals and nut cases that simply says: you are safe here because we cannot and will not defend ourselves against your attacks no matter how violent.

Article: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/11/armed-janitors-approved-school-shootings_n_2458167.html

You don’t find mass shootings at gun shows.