Let's call it like it is.
I've heard all I can stand to hear on a few matters and here's my rant.
This morning, some other truckers were sitting talking about what's wrong with our country. One of the key points made, was that two large corporations had left this country, production wise and that it was because of the high taxing of large entities.
Excuse some honesty for a second please. THIS IS BULL SPATTER!!! These companies saw that they could turn profits of meager billions into many more billions by simply moving production to an oppressed people of a foreign land and feel no responsibility for continuing their oppression!
I'm certain that their stance would be to the effect that they were providing jobs to these oppressed people when in fact, they are paying wages that continue to keep these people in dire oppression. Think of it as with the miners of old in these great states. Think of it as these miners who toiled long hours in vastly unsafe conditions who had to spend their wages in the company store, who's wares were greater than the miner's income. The company owned their debt and in effect, owned their right to life.
THIS is the picture that you'll find these companies in, not handing out needed jobs to people in need, but rather making them dependent on the meager wages these heartless UN-AMERICAN companies are willing to dole out.
Rather than keeping production of American goods in America, where the boost in jobs would certainly stimulate greater desire for the products and therefore greater production, and in turn advancement of the product, they can make big money and blame it on us and the government. I will NOT accept this blame. I do NOT demand too high a wage. I do NOT think that a larger profit should be less responsible to those who paid that profit!
Propaganda! Stop paying out to hear it and claim it as your own! Use the thinking process you were born with and figure out things for yourself! You do NOT need to be told what to think by those in power, you are quite capable of doing so for yourself! I see far too many people falling for the propaganda of the few. STOP IT! THINK! It's your God given right!
If I hear "that's the american way" one more time on the matter, I'm liable to assert some common sense.
Passing our hard earned wages to another country is NOT the American way! It is, in fact, the very thing this country fought against to gain it's freedom from the oppression of it's founder's rulers! Being dependent on oppressed people is NOT the American way! It is, in fact, the very thing this country was founded on, that we be a self sufficient people!
YES, companies are taxed too much! We the builders of their wealth are taxed much greater! We are taxed to the point that we have to fight to keep our families fed and afloat in troubled times! Yes, taxation is a problem and our government's misuse of these tax dollars is making things much worse and leading to greater and greater debt ........ B U T..... let's use our brains for a second and look at the reality of the situation. Before we can do a dang thing about our government's mismanagement and greed, we must first fix our own problem.
That problem is that we applaud the success of those who go far beyond wealth, no matter who they had to kill to achieve it. S T O P!!!!! It's time we got our on heads on straight and held ourselves and those who are willing to throw away all conscious for a buck accountable! I applaud those who manage great wealth in honorable ways and detest those who amass it in ways that oppress.
My name is Frank.
I am a proud American.
I am proud to be named Cherokee and yet I am a proud American!
No more of this white / black / Hispanic / Asian or other garbage grouping we allow in this country.
If you are an American, you are American! I do not accept distinctions of heritage on basis of bias.
If your ancestors came here for one reason or another (I'd suspect to provide a better life for YOU), you are American! BE PROUD!
If you came here and became a citizen of this country, you are American! BE PROUD! I am proud of you!
Do not call me Indian. Do not call me Native American. If you must call me a title other than Frank, call me Pre-America, AMERICAN!
This is all
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Beauty Abounds
This is from the trash strewn back lot of one of your friendly neighborhood Walmarts. It is a reminder of what should be where all of our trash is.
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Back in the Wind
The draw upon me heavy as I've tossed my wandering ways
For years I've cast myself happily, as a normal man and stayed
This day I do confess myself a traveler once again
Yet not a man the same, as the man I was back then
The wind has nigh stopped calling me to it's own path and cry
Yet upon it's beacon do I return anew toward my own path of day and night
Yes I have returned to my place upon the breeze
But now I have a shelter, a home of which I need
Here upon the highways may now myself be found
But as I travel on, it's to my family am I bound
For years I've cast myself happily, as a normal man and stayed
This day I do confess myself a traveler once again
Yet not a man the same, as the man I was back then
The wind has nigh stopped calling me to it's own path and cry
Yet upon it's beacon do I return anew toward my own path of day and night
Yes I have returned to my place upon the breeze
But now I have a shelter, a home of which I need
Here upon the highways may now myself be found
But as I travel on, it's to my family am I bound
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Monday, October 04, 2010
Until we meet again:
Mrs. Mary Helen Chesnut, having outlived her two youngest children, Vic and Gary, as well as her husband, Mr. Oaty Deforrest Chesnut, left us today to be with our Father in Heaven and her precious children and husband. In sadness we shall miss you, but in joy, we shall celebrate your days.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Have no regrets
A man of 102 years was being interviewed on the eve of his 103rd birthday.
His interviewers were several of todays up and coming business leaders, and the topic was that of his long and lasting success.
As the distinguished man took his seat at the table, the first young man couldn't be bothered to wait until he'd fully seated and invited questioning.
Boldly, the young man of no more than 25 years asked "Mr. Torsen, how is it that your business has outlasted depressions, recessions and even wars?".
Without hesitation and without the least bit of angst, the distinguished gentleman replied "When people were hungry, we had food".
As the older gentleman was attempting to open the floor to questioning, another youngster of 30 or less, jumped up and asked "Torsen, how have you managed to maintain such a devoted employee roster, and even generations of the same families?"
With no slightest temper toward such an outburst as he was trying to speak, he answered "There were people who needed jobs, that's who I hired".
Noticing that two others had dismissed with such niceties as common courtesy. others of the young men and women began to jump up and begin screaming their questions ever louder to be heard over the crowd.
The gentleman of many years wisdom had noticed one young lad who must have been fresh out school, politely raising his hand in hopes of being recognized and having his question heard. As he tried to point out to the young man, one shrill voice came to the top of all the other commotion.
A lady of age 20 to 35 was wanting to know "Amongst all your competitors, you've risen to the top, to what do you credit this level of success?"
Once again the man showed no disdain as he answered the lady's question. "We sold no item or service that was questionable, nor did we advertise ourselves to be the better of any".
This went on for upwards of 20 minutes as the gentleman would each time, try to call on the young lad in the back who was still patiently holding his hand raised. Each time he would answer their questions and each time they seemed to despise his answers.
Who would you say was your greatest help in becoming the success you are today?
"Well each and everyone who's ever worked for us" he replied.
Why did your biggest customers remain faithful to your business when other companies advertised the same goods and services at better rates?
"We knew that our customers were our true employers and that it was in fact them who paid to build our company to such a scale as it is today", was his answer.
Finally the gentleman who was to turn 103 years old the following day, had taken all he could and stood up raising both hands in a "stop your commotion" gesture.
Some heeded this gesture, but many did not, so he called out aloud "Stop your hollering and let me call upon a young lad at the rear".
Eventually the crowd regained enough composure as to fall from deafening screams to disgusted whispers. It was then that he was finally able to call upon the young man who'd so politely waited to be called upon.
"Young man, you there at the back with your hand raised, what may I offer you in terms of response to what questions you may have"?
Somewhat surprised, the young lad pointed to himself in questioning if the gentleman did in fact, mean him.
"Yes you lad, you have the floor" he responded.
"Yes sir, thank you" the young man replied. "Sir, I have two questions if I may".
Noting the elder gentleman's acknowledgement that two questions would be fine, the lad asked his first question.
"Sir, I wonder if you'd have any advice for someone wanting to begin in this modern day, with the tact that you and your company have shown for so many years."
"I do son, I do" he replied. Most important above all else, is that you never forget yourself and your place. If you can't do that, you can't hope to achieve much of lasting merit".
"Thank you Sir", the youngster responded. "Lastly, I hoped you would share some advice on making the right moves and the right choices".
"Certainly son, I'd be most happy to. If you'll come up here and sit beside me, I'll share the greatest knowledge I can impart", was the response given the young man.
With that the young man, though obviously embarrassed, walked his way to the table and sat beside his advisor.
"First, I'd like to ask you some questions son, if that's all right", spoke the older gentleman as the youngster took his seat.
"Y' Yes Sir" the boy responded.
"Are you looking to start your own company soon?"
"Oh, no Sir." replied the young man. "I'm looking to be successful in business, but not my own".
"Do you know what business you plan to enter, lad?"
"Well, Sir, I'm hoping to go to work for a company who could really use me. One that I could be a real part of and be proud of, but no Sir, I have no specific business in mind at this point".
"I had no idea of what I'd do for a living myself, when I started offering to fix things for people. None the less, this began what is my business today".
"Do you really think you have what it takes to make a business successful and therefore, all of it's workers and associates"?
"Yes Sir, I do. I don't claim to have the knowledge to do it all, but I do have the drive and the moral fiber to do it. If there's one thing I will not allow myself, it's to fail for lack of self".
"Then good Sir, you have everything you need to be successful, but I did agree to impart wisdom on your success. Son, the one thing you need to remember and never let go of, is what you heard, saw and were a part of today, for it may well be the very start of your eventual great success".
"Rely on your morals son, rely on your trusted help, and you'll have no regrets, as I have none to this very moment".
The following day, the young man began work as Mr. Torsen's assistant and 'right hand man'.
His day began as any other would in the world of business and the young man never once let up or so much as sighed at any task given. He worked the full day as though he'd been an employee there for his entire life. He crunched numbers, he filed papers, he typed reports and offered suggestions when asked. His work load was no different than that of assistant manager.
He took word of his boss, to his fellow employee of a meeting to be had the following week. He took a moment with each person he met, to try to get to know them. He never let up and he never once showed anything but respect to anyone he met.
Later in the day, near quitting time, Mr. Torsen asked him if he'd stay past work for his boss's 103rd birthday party. Happily he replied that he'd be honored.
Hardly an employee was missing from the celebration. The only few who didn't attend, were those who had obligations that wouldn't permit.
Every face wore a smile. Every voice held a joyous tone, and everyone there was having fun. It was as if it was one great family.
Noticing this, the young man looked to his boss and said "Mr. Torsen, it's family isn't it? Family is the big secret of success. Everyone here is one big happy family and that's what makes it all work so well".
"Son you've given me the greatest birthday gift a man of my age could ever want, you've given me my retirement".
From the following morning, as he was officially named as Mr. Torsen's chosen replacement, the young man worked every moment as if it was his greatest honor.
Mr. Torsen remained with the lad for 3 months to teach him all he needed to know about running the business and ensure that all of the company's workers and associates were accustomed to the new 'Boss'.
After remaining 1 more month, to ensure that his new company manager had all things well in hand, Mr. Torsen took his retirement.
On the eve of Mr. Torsen's 104th birthday, he passed while napping on his front porch.
The following day, the young man who'd once asked advice of Mr. Torsen, only to become his chosen replacement, closed the business at regular hours and held a grand 104th birthday party for his predecessor.
The following day, workers arrived to see a new slogan below the sign denoting the name of the business. It read:
Everything you need to be successful
Remember and never let go
Have no regrets
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This just a story, fictional and of a simple mind.
Only one character of this story is (loosely) based on a real individual. I'll leave it to your imagination.
Frank Hanby
His interviewers were several of todays up and coming business leaders, and the topic was that of his long and lasting success.
As the distinguished man took his seat at the table, the first young man couldn't be bothered to wait until he'd fully seated and invited questioning.
Boldly, the young man of no more than 25 years asked "Mr. Torsen, how is it that your business has outlasted depressions, recessions and even wars?".
Without hesitation and without the least bit of angst, the distinguished gentleman replied "When people were hungry, we had food".
As the older gentleman was attempting to open the floor to questioning, another youngster of 30 or less, jumped up and asked "Torsen, how have you managed to maintain such a devoted employee roster, and even generations of the same families?"
With no slightest temper toward such an outburst as he was trying to speak, he answered "There were people who needed jobs, that's who I hired".
Noticing that two others had dismissed with such niceties as common courtesy. others of the young men and women began to jump up and begin screaming their questions ever louder to be heard over the crowd.
The gentleman of many years wisdom had noticed one young lad who must have been fresh out school, politely raising his hand in hopes of being recognized and having his question heard. As he tried to point out to the young man, one shrill voice came to the top of all the other commotion.
A lady of age 20 to 35 was wanting to know "Amongst all your competitors, you've risen to the top, to what do you credit this level of success?"
Once again the man showed no disdain as he answered the lady's question. "We sold no item or service that was questionable, nor did we advertise ourselves to be the better of any".
This went on for upwards of 20 minutes as the gentleman would each time, try to call on the young lad in the back who was still patiently holding his hand raised. Each time he would answer their questions and each time they seemed to despise his answers.
Who would you say was your greatest help in becoming the success you are today?
"Well each and everyone who's ever worked for us" he replied.
Why did your biggest customers remain faithful to your business when other companies advertised the same goods and services at better rates?
"We knew that our customers were our true employers and that it was in fact them who paid to build our company to such a scale as it is today", was his answer.
Finally the gentleman who was to turn 103 years old the following day, had taken all he could and stood up raising both hands in a "stop your commotion" gesture.
Some heeded this gesture, but many did not, so he called out aloud "Stop your hollering and let me call upon a young lad at the rear".
Eventually the crowd regained enough composure as to fall from deafening screams to disgusted whispers. It was then that he was finally able to call upon the young man who'd so politely waited to be called upon.
"Young man, you there at the back with your hand raised, what may I offer you in terms of response to what questions you may have"?
Somewhat surprised, the young lad pointed to himself in questioning if the gentleman did in fact, mean him.
"Yes you lad, you have the floor" he responded.
"Yes sir, thank you" the young man replied. "Sir, I have two questions if I may".
Noting the elder gentleman's acknowledgement that two questions would be fine, the lad asked his first question.
"Sir, I wonder if you'd have any advice for someone wanting to begin in this modern day, with the tact that you and your company have shown for so many years."
"I do son, I do" he replied. Most important above all else, is that you never forget yourself and your place. If you can't do that, you can't hope to achieve much of lasting merit".
"Thank you Sir", the youngster responded. "Lastly, I hoped you would share some advice on making the right moves and the right choices".
"Certainly son, I'd be most happy to. If you'll come up here and sit beside me, I'll share the greatest knowledge I can impart", was the response given the young man.
With that the young man, though obviously embarrassed, walked his way to the table and sat beside his advisor.
"First, I'd like to ask you some questions son, if that's all right", spoke the older gentleman as the youngster took his seat.
"Y' Yes Sir" the boy responded.
"Are you looking to start your own company soon?"
"Oh, no Sir." replied the young man. "I'm looking to be successful in business, but not my own".
"Do you know what business you plan to enter, lad?"
"Well, Sir, I'm hoping to go to work for a company who could really use me. One that I could be a real part of and be proud of, but no Sir, I have no specific business in mind at this point".
"I had no idea of what I'd do for a living myself, when I started offering to fix things for people. None the less, this began what is my business today".
"Do you really think you have what it takes to make a business successful and therefore, all of it's workers and associates"?
"Yes Sir, I do. I don't claim to have the knowledge to do it all, but I do have the drive and the moral fiber to do it. If there's one thing I will not allow myself, it's to fail for lack of self".
"Then good Sir, you have everything you need to be successful, but I did agree to impart wisdom on your success. Son, the one thing you need to remember and never let go of, is what you heard, saw and were a part of today, for it may well be the very start of your eventual great success".
"Rely on your morals son, rely on your trusted help, and you'll have no regrets, as I have none to this very moment".
The following day, the young man began work as Mr. Torsen's assistant and 'right hand man'.
His day began as any other would in the world of business and the young man never once let up or so much as sighed at any task given. He worked the full day as though he'd been an employee there for his entire life. He crunched numbers, he filed papers, he typed reports and offered suggestions when asked. His work load was no different than that of assistant manager.
He took word of his boss, to his fellow employee of a meeting to be had the following week. He took a moment with each person he met, to try to get to know them. He never let up and he never once showed anything but respect to anyone he met.
Later in the day, near quitting time, Mr. Torsen asked him if he'd stay past work for his boss's 103rd birthday party. Happily he replied that he'd be honored.
Hardly an employee was missing from the celebration. The only few who didn't attend, were those who had obligations that wouldn't permit.
Every face wore a smile. Every voice held a joyous tone, and everyone there was having fun. It was as if it was one great family.
Noticing this, the young man looked to his boss and said "Mr. Torsen, it's family isn't it? Family is the big secret of success. Everyone here is one big happy family and that's what makes it all work so well".
"Son you've given me the greatest birthday gift a man of my age could ever want, you've given me my retirement".
From the following morning, as he was officially named as Mr. Torsen's chosen replacement, the young man worked every moment as if it was his greatest honor.
Mr. Torsen remained with the lad for 3 months to teach him all he needed to know about running the business and ensure that all of the company's workers and associates were accustomed to the new 'Boss'.
After remaining 1 more month, to ensure that his new company manager had all things well in hand, Mr. Torsen took his retirement.
On the eve of Mr. Torsen's 104th birthday, he passed while napping on his front porch.
The following day, the young man who'd once asked advice of Mr. Torsen, only to become his chosen replacement, closed the business at regular hours and held a grand 104th birthday party for his predecessor.
The following day, workers arrived to see a new slogan below the sign denoting the name of the business. It read:
Everything you need to be successful
Remember and never let go
Have no regrets
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This just a story, fictional and of a simple mind.
Only one character of this story is (loosely) based on a real individual. I'll leave it to your imagination.
Frank Hanby
Sunday, June 13, 2010
BP, the crisis and my thoughts on the subject
I'm not bashing a group of people.
I don't see a land as being responsible.
I know BP is as much an American company as it is a British one.
Sadly, I also know a great number of retired British people rely heavily on BP stock. I wish NO harm to anyone what so ever.
I do however want to know why it is I, who feel the pain (as with many others) in my wallet, my family in our ability to pay the bills and many just like us.
When I say that I will not use BP products, it is not to spite a land, or a people. It is to not be giving money to a company that is responsible for my loss of income.
Please, if you are affected by the current tragedy, do NOT talk trash of another land, many of their people are going to feel the sting of this tragedy quite harshly. BP has a problem. BP needs to solve their problem and right some wrongs along the way. In the mean time, many people are feeling the pain. BP is a company, not a country! Let BP fix their problems and let BP right their wrongs, don't trash people who aren't involved!
Lastly, to fellow Christians: Prayer and faith are the answer here as in all things.
Monday, May 03, 2010
I found me!
I found me today. I was hiding out in the shop and had gotten careless. I forgot to lock the door.
Well, in I walk thinking "self, why would the door be open if I wasn't in here hiding from me", and sure enough, there I was, right beside the neighbor's chevy truck I've been working on. Not only did I find me, but I found me working on my neighbor's truck without me being there! That could have been disastrous!
Wouldn't ya know that as soon as I saw that I had found me and that I was busted for working on my neighbor's truck without me there, out the open window I went. Oh well, I've been chasing me for years, but I'm getting closer to catching me!
I locked up the shop and all of the vehicles, so unless I like sleeping in the rain, I'll have to sneak back inside at some point or anther. I figure I'm just waiting until I see that the lights are off and I'm certain that I'm in bed before I sneak in.
Little do I know that I've got the entry alert turned on and I'll hear me sneak in!
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Who Are We
I am modern man
I who can but with the touch of a button
Command a machine to do or display my bidding
I am modern man
I who can look solemnly upon the results
Of my depressing of buttons and call it great work
I am modern man
I who can distort the works of another
Into the absurdity of my self and call it art
I am modern man
I who can revel in my own splendor
And assume of it much and great meaning
I am modern man
I who live upon the land and am little of it
Or it's grandeur as it holds no meaning to my life
I am modern man
I who know I can change the world
But to hold so much money to do so
I am modern man
I who have forgotten the glory of love
And know nothing of it's greater meaning or grace
I am modern man
I who drive and travel in mechanical marvels
That I have no care to desire to understand or maintain
I am modern man
I who live in sturdy shelter made of the land's great bounty
And care not to know how to repair or uphold it's structure
I am modern man
I who take the work of the farmer and his labor of the soil
But do not see his value and would rather complain of it
I am modern man
I who seek not happiness for the warmth of another
And seek endlessly for my own happiness in the moment
I am modern man
I who am far above the history of my own
And yet constantly repeat it's mistakes
I am modern man
I who deserve all that the few have worked hard to have
And demand it be mine of my own merit and might
I am modern man
I who am worthy of all and have right to more
And shall achieve it by force, fear and number
I am modern man
I who bear the mark, not for what it means
But for the fact that it upon me is proof of my personal might
I am modern man
I can not be flawed
I am modern man
I can not be wrong
I am modern man
I can ignore proof of fact
I am modern man
I can KNOW truth of theory
I am modern man
Theory makes it real
I am modern man
I have no growl of my own
I am modern man
Hear me fade
I who can but with the touch of a button
Command a machine to do or display my bidding
I am modern man
I who can look solemnly upon the results
Of my depressing of buttons and call it great work
I am modern man
I who can distort the works of another
Into the absurdity of my self and call it art
I am modern man
I who can revel in my own splendor
And assume of it much and great meaning
I am modern man
I who live upon the land and am little of it
Or it's grandeur as it holds no meaning to my life
I am modern man
I who know I can change the world
But to hold so much money to do so
I am modern man
I who have forgotten the glory of love
And know nothing of it's greater meaning or grace
I am modern man
I who drive and travel in mechanical marvels
That I have no care to desire to understand or maintain
I am modern man
I who live in sturdy shelter made of the land's great bounty
And care not to know how to repair or uphold it's structure
I am modern man
I who take the work of the farmer and his labor of the soil
But do not see his value and would rather complain of it
I am modern man
I who seek not happiness for the warmth of another
And seek endlessly for my own happiness in the moment
I am modern man
I who am far above the history of my own
And yet constantly repeat it's mistakes
I am modern man
I who deserve all that the few have worked hard to have
And demand it be mine of my own merit and might
I am modern man
I who am worthy of all and have right to more
And shall achieve it by force, fear and number
I am modern man
I who bear the mark, not for what it means
But for the fact that it upon me is proof of my personal might
I am modern man
I can not be flawed
I am modern man
I can not be wrong
I am modern man
I can ignore proof of fact
I am modern man
I can KNOW truth of theory
I am modern man
Theory makes it real
I am modern man
I have no growl of my own
I am modern man
Hear me fade
Heartfelt (titled by R. Jones)
This night one and little more
But grand as all in so many before
The night as it calls leaves song in our ears
Yet the music still stands as lite finds us here
Be peaceful the night that leaves you to rest
Be long the joys of life at it's best
Let not the night pass the heart by
For tomorrow will come without even a sigh
But grand as all in so many before
The night as it calls leaves song in our ears
Yet the music still stands as lite finds us here
Be peaceful the night that leaves you to rest
Be long the joys of life at it's best
Let not the night pass the heart by
For tomorrow will come without even a sigh
Ever the Reader
Random thoughts and racing wonders
Here are what I find in print
Glorious dreams and grander places
I might well find though not quite meant
Tell me your tale and I'll hear all your say
Grant me your story and I'll meet you in turn
Show me your world and I'll gladly then see
Teach me your way and I'll take time to learn
Paint me your picture that I might take in it's view
Give it the shadows of your own vision's rights
Give it the light of what you know to be bright
Paint it in full, in both day and in night
Fear not my thoughts of what your story is
For in truth it is precious as it can be only yours
Worry not my response to your painting style
For in fact it is joy as it is a sharing of doors
Here are what I find in print
Glorious dreams and grander places
I might well find though not quite meant
Tell me your tale and I'll hear all your say
Grant me your story and I'll meet you in turn
Show me your world and I'll gladly then see
Teach me your way and I'll take time to learn
Paint me your picture that I might take in it's view
Give it the shadows of your own vision's rights
Give it the light of what you know to be bright
Paint it in full, in both day and in night
Fear not my thoughts of what your story is
For in truth it is precious as it can be only yours
Worry not my response to your painting style
For in fact it is joy as it is a sharing of doors
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