“A policeman is a composite of what all men are, I guess, a mingling of saint and sinner, dust and deity. What that really means is that they are exceptional, they are unusual. They are not commonplace. Buried under the froth is the fact, the fact is that less than one half of one percent of policeman misfit that uniform, and that is a better average than you’d find among clergymen.
“What is a policeman? “He of all men is at once the most needed, and the most wanted, a strangely nameless creature who is sir to his face and pig or worse behind his back. He must be such a diplomat that he can settle differences between individuals so that each will think he won, but, if a policeman is neat, he’s conceited, if he’s careless he’s a bum, if he’s pleasant, he’s a flirt, if he’s not, he’s a grouch.
“He must make instant decisions that would require months for a lawyer but if he hurries he’s careless, if he’s deliberate, he’s lazy. He must be first to an accident, infallible with diagnoses. He must be able to start breathing, stop bleeding, tie splints and above all, be sure the victim goes home without a limp.
“The police officer must know every gun, draw on the run and hit where it doesn’t hurt. “He must be able to whip two men twice his size and half his age without damaging his uniform, and without being brutal. If you hit him he’s a coward, if he hits you, he’s a bully.
The policeman from a single human hair must be able to describe the crime, the weapon the criminal, and tell you where the criminal is hiding but, if he catches the criminal he’s lucky, if he doesn’t he’s a dunce. “He runs files and writes
reports until his eyes ache to build a case against some felon who will get
dealt out by some shameless shamus. The policeman must be a minister, a social worker, a diplomat, a tough guy, and a gentleman. And of course, he’ll have to be a genius, because he’ll have to feed a family on a policeman’s salary.”
8 oz. of spaghetti, broken into 2-inch pieces
2 cups of sour cream
1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese
1/2 tsp of garlic powder
4 cups of shredded Monterey Jack cheese
2 pks ( 10 oz ) frozen, chopped spinach, thawed & drained
1 lg can of Durkee French fried onion rings, divided
Cook spaghetti to pkg directions. In a medium bowl, beat eggs, add sour cream, Parmesan cheese & garlic powder. Drain spaghetti & add to egg mixture w/cheese, spinach & 1/2 the onions. Put in greased 2 qt. casserole & bake @ 350 degrees for 45 mins, covered. Last 5 minutes, add the remaining onions & enjoy!!!
If you counted all the gifts that were given in the song “Twelve Days of Christmas” you would realize that the number of gifts being presented were 364 in total, thus a gift was given for each day of the year.
It was once believed that any woman who went under a mistletoe and was not kissed would not marry the coming year.
The people at Reynolds make a substantial amount of money selling foil during the Yuletide season. It has been confirmed that at least 3000 tons of foil are used to wrap turkeys annually.
Pig head, it’s what’s for dinner. The traditional Christmas dinner in England used to be a pig head prepared with a mustard sauce. Most English folk are possibly quite delighted that this isn’t the case anymore.
Bake your bread on Christmas Eve and it will remain fresh forever. If only. There is an old wives’ tale that actually suggests that bread baked on Christmas Eve is mold resistant. While it can-not be known now how many people believed this, it’s pretty obvious that any believers would be converted after the appearance of mold on their bread beyond 5 days or so.
Number Of Real Christmas Trees Sold In The U.S. Each Year
Number Of Fake Christmas Trees Sold Each Year
Number Of Christmas Trees Currently Growing On
Christmas Tree Farms
Average Growing Time For A Christmas Tree
Number Of People Employed By The Christmas Tree Industry
% Who Purchased A Pre-Cut Tree
% Who Cut Down Own Tree
Total Spent Of Real Trees In 2011
Total Spent Of Fake Trees In 2011
% Of Artificial Trees Sold In The U.S. That Are Imported From China
Source: National Christmas Tree Association, USDA National Agricultural Statistics Service
I am committed against every thing which, in my judgment, may weaken, endanger or destroy the Constitution, and especially against all extension of Executive power; and I am committed against any attempt to rule the free people of this country by the power and the patronage of the Government itself.”
“It is hardly too strong to say that the Constitution was made to guard the people against the dangers of good intentions…There are men, in all ages… who mean to govern well; but they mean to govern. They promise to be kind masters; but they mean to be masters… They think there need be but little restraint upon themselves…The love of power may sink too deep in their own hearts.”
“In questions of power, then, let no more be heard of confidence in men, but bind him down from mischief by the chains of the Constitution.” Thomas Jefferson
“I, however, place economy among the first and most important republican virtues, and public debt as the greatest of dangers to be feared. To preserve our independence, we must not let our rulers load us with perpetual dept…I am for a government rigorously frugal and simple.” Thomas Jefferson
“We in America do not have government by the majority_we have government by the majority who participate…All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent.” Thomas Jefferson
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THIS MAN SURE HAS A GOOD VIEW OF WHAT’S HAPPENING TO OUR COUNTRY!
‘Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance.
We know Your Word says, ‘Woe to those who call evil good,’ but that is exactly what we have done.
We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values. We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery. We rewarded laziness and called it welfare. We have killed our unborn and called it choice. We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable. We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem.
We have abused power and called it politics. We have coveted our neighbor’s possessions and called it ambition. We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression. We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.
Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from sin and set us free. Amen!’
With the Lord’s help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we once again can be called ‘One nation under God!’
Twas the night before Christmas and Santa’s a wreck... How to live in a world that’s politically correct? His workers no longer would answer to “Elves”, “Vertically Challenged” they were calling themselves. And labor conditions at the North Pole, were alleged by the union, to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished without much propriety, released to the wilds, by the Humane Society. And equal employment had made it quite clear, that Santa had better not use just reindeer. So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!
The runners had been removed from his beautiful sleigh, because the ruts were deemed dangerous by the EPA, And millions of people were calling the Cops, when they heard sled noises upon their roof tops. Second-hand smoke from his pipe, had his workers quite frightened, and his fur trimmed red suit was called “unenlightened”.
To show you the strangeness of today’s ebbs and flows, Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose. He went to Geraldo, in front of the Nation, demanding millions in over-due workers compensation.
So...half of the reindeer were gone, and his wife who suddenly said she’d had enough of this life, joined a self help group, packed and left in a whiz, demanding from now on that her title was Ms. And as for gifts...why, he’d never had the notion that making a choice could cause such commotion. Nothing of leather, nothing of fur...
Which meant nothing for him or nothing for her.
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot,
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls and nothing for just boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific,
Nothing that’s warlike or non-pacifistic.
No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish upon the truth.
And fairy tales...while not yet forbidden,
were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden,
for they raised the hackles of those psychological, who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football...someone might get hurt, besides - playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist and should be passe.
and Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, disheveled and perplexed, he just couldn’t figure out what to do next? He tried to be merry he tried to be gay, but you must have to admit he was having a very bad day. His sack was quite empty, it was flat on the ground, nothing fully acceptable was anywhere to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might, give to us all, without angering the left or the right. A gift that would satisfy - with no indecision, each group of people in every religion. Every race, every hue,
everyone, everywhere...even you! So here is that gift, it’s price beyond worth...
“MAY YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, ENJOY PEACE ON EARTH”
Here’s a message that will bring you chills.
Have you ever felt the urge to pray for someone and then just put it on a list and said, “I’ll pray for them later?” Or has anyone ever called you and said, “I need you to pray for me, I have this need?” Read the following story that was sent to me and it may change the way that you may think about prayer and also the way you pray. You will be blessed by this.
A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan. “While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point. On one of those journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicines and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital.
Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident. Two weeks later, I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated.
He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, “Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards.”
As this, I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, “No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone.” At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day this happened. The missionary told the congregation the date and the man who interrupted, told him this story: “On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?” The men who had met together to pray that day stood up. The missionary wasn’t concerned with who they were; he was too busy counting how many men he saw.
There were 26.
This story is an incredible example of how the spirit of the Lord moves in mysterious ways. If you ever hear such prodding, go along with it. Nothing is ever hurt by prayer except the gates of hell. I encourage you to share this with as many people as you know. If we all take it to heart, we can turn this world toward God once again. As the above true story clearly illustrates, wow, “With God, all things are possible.” More importantly, how God hears and answers the prayers of the faithful.