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Go to the link and press the numbers

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A 'christian' wants to destroy the Georgia Guidestones

The only sign for the Guidestones

The monument, known as the Georgia Guidestones, was built under a cloud of mystery in 1980. It has a list of 10 items in eight different languages, including:
Establish a new world language,
Limit human population to 500 million and
Avoid being "a cancer on the Earth."

Mark Dice has a group called The Resistance contacted officials of the nearby small town of Elberton to try to rally citizens of the town to pressure their leaders and hoping to generate grassroots opposition from around the country. Since the land the monument sits upon is owned by a private trust and is not public property, Dice said, the battle against the monument will have to take place in the court of public opinion, rather than a court of law.

Edit to add:  Sept. 9, 2009 I came across an item about a person who sent DVDs and literature to our troops in Iraq suggesting the mind bent people known as 9/11 conspirators (who believe our govenment was behind the twin towers attack) should be killed.  This person was Mark Dice.  That is as bad as the conspiracy people to suggest murdering anyone.  I do not go along with Mark Dice but to suggest those people be murdered...sick.
*NOTE to add I have further seen where Mark Dice is one of the primary people pushing the idea that there has been an organization (referred to as The New World Order) trying to take over the world since way back in recorded history.

With all that Mark Dice is doing it creates more general interest in the Georgia Guidestones than if he did nothing at all about them. The person who had the stones set up never advertised them nor had anyone go on TV to promote them or anything whatsoever other than to have them built and set up out in a field seven miles out in the boonies outside from a small semirural town that no one knows about in an out of the way corner of the state. If not for Dice the Georgia Guidestones would not be known to any but those living in the area and a few curiosity seekers.

What we have is one strange person, or group directed by him, seeing a world wide conspiracy in a set of guidelines an unknown person had erected back in 1980 on private property some seven miles out in the countryside from a remote small town. Some even believe it is part of the boogey man conspiracy of The New World Order. Could it be that Dice himself is the unknown person that had the stones put there just to provide a basis for what he wants to do.  After all one has to have a foundation to build an empire.

The guidelines make a lot of sense to me. Take a look at them:

1. Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature.

2. Guide reproduction wisely - improving fitness and diversity.

3. Unite humanity with a living new language.

4. Rule passion - faith - tradition - and all things with tempered reason.

5. Protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts.

6. Let all nations rule internally resolving external disputes in a world court.

7. Avoid petty laws and useless officials.

8. Balance personal rights with social duties.

9. Prize truth - beauty - love - seeking harmony with the infinite.

10. Be not a cancer on the earth - Leave room for nature - Leave room for nature.

There is a Goggle map link and picture after the next paragraph or note

NOTE to those who agree with the character who wants to silence another's opinion: The stones were paid for by a private individual and erected on private property. There is no promoting the stones, they are not at the edge of a main/major heavily traveled highway where they could gather attention nor is there a huge billboard promoting the Guidestones and definitely no TV program or movie about them either. The Guidestones are off on a side road in a field, not sitting up prominently atop a hill and the person is not creating a religion to evangelize his ideals. He is entitled to his opinion and to do with his property as he wishes. "Be not a cancer on the earth - Leave room for nature - Leave room for nature."

Property ownership records information links listed at the very bottom of this post


Google Earth coordinates: 34°13'55.42"N 82°53'40.00"W

Google map link:
http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&q=34%C2%B013'55.42%22N+82%C2%B053'40.00%22W+&ie=UTF8&ll=34.232384,-82.894442&spn=0.008462,0.013561&t=h&z=16

If you go to the map site and change it to MAP then take the little man icon and put him at the intersection where you turn to go to the Guidestones you can easily see that the site is not that visible unless you know where you are and what you are looking for.

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A ton of information including details on its construction and theories about the what and why that it was built at http://www.wired.com/science/discoveries/magazine/17-05/ff_guidestones?currentPage=all


Property records search shows that Elbert County Board of Commisioners purchased the 4.93 acres the Guidestones sits on for $5,000 on October 1, 1971 and as of this writing is still shown as the owner of the property where the Guidestones are located.


Property info Link:

http://64.234.218.46/ga_elbert.html?parcel=027%20%20%20%20018&extent=435156+1539017+437200+1541261&layers=roads+parcel_sales#8

The Old Man and his Dog

I see an old man walking slowly down the sidewalk with a small dog on a leash. The old man is hunched and barely able to walk. The small brown and white dog isn't barking. He's trying to walk as slowly as the old man holding the leash. They look like good friends.

The old man is so bent-over that his face is pointing directly at the sidewalk. He cannot straighten himself up. He is shuffling more than walking and it is taking a long time for him to cross the width of my house. His feet are moving rapidly but he is moving very slow. His little dog is patient and trying to walk as slowly as the old man.

The air is heavy with moisture and fuzzy with the haze of a warm, mid-summer morning. The sun is barely visible through it - it is orange, big and partially obscured by the thin clouds that hover near the horizon. The haze is all around.

The old man is having trouble breathing the air. Every step he takes appears to be an ordeal for him.

I wonder why he is out this early in the morning? I wonder what drives him to struggle like this in the warm, thick air? I wonder if he is taking the dog for a walk because he feels he has to or because he wants to? I wonder if the dog has anything to do with this walk other than being the old man's companion on this mid-summer morning? I wonder if it matters at all if I wonder?

I know full well that this moment will melt into the mass of millions of other vague, ethereal memories that exist in that cluttered collection that is the cacophony of memories of meaningless and meaningful events stored miraculously somewhere in the depths of my own aging brain.

For the moment though, I am fully entranced and intrigued by the old man passing by - walking his dog. He is so old I cannot guess his age. If I were an age-guesser I would guess he is around ninety -but I have no way of knowing for sure.

I wonder what it would feel like to have my back permanently bent like his? I wonder what it would feel like to have my face permanently frozen in place - always pointed toward the ground and be unable to look up and see the clouds in the sky or the silvery glint of the stars in the night sky.

I wonder if I have a choice? I wonder if there is anything I can do now to ward off such manifestations of age? I wonder if there is anything I can do differently in my life right now to keep my aging bones from becoming calcified and crooked - and frozen into such an unnatural position.

Will I someday be the old man walking by?

I think of this old man and realize he was my age once. He was a child once. He might have been a football player, a track star, or even a perhaps a boxer. He must have been vibrant and young. He had girlfriends. He might have been admired. He might have been quite the lady's man.

Perhaps he has a wife at home right now waiting for him and the dog to return. Perhaps he is her world and she is his. Perhaps on days when the pain is not so great they still hold hands and walk in the park together.

Perhaps young love is not nearly so deep and profound as old love. Perhaps old love is what we all seek when we are young and have miles and miles to go before we sleep. Perhaps old love is the best love of all. The fire that once raged is now but a beautiful glow.

I try not to feel sorry for the old, bent-over man, but I do anyway. I realize though, that I really am not feeling sorry for him - I am feeling sorry for myself. In the old man I see myself many years from now struggling with the reality that must become all-encompassing: the realization that life is finite and life will soon come to its natural end. The consuming thought one must feel at his age every morning that this morning may be the last morning I have on Earth. The last time I brush my teeth. The last time I comb my hair. The last time I eat breakfast. The last time I....

We all do things for the first time and we all do things for the last time and none of us ever know when.

Age will take its toll on all of us if we are lucky(?) enough to live long enough. Some of us age sooner than others and none of us know until we get there exactly what price time and age will extract from us. Some of us pay dearly for living longer - and some of will never live long enough to pay the price.

The old man has finally passed my house and is disappearing slowly into the soft summer haze. I can barely see him anymore though I am sure that he is still shuffling along at the same painfully slow pace, his dog prancing at his feet unaware.

My mind is as young as it was when I was eighteen; my body isn't. I wonder if this could be a cruel joke nature plays on us? Putting an eighteen year-old brain in a ninety year-old body seems as heartless as the tornadoes nature spawns, destroying homes, hopes, futures and lives.

Nature does not play games. Nature is serious. Nature is no joke. Nature is as beautiful as it is deadly. Nature is the ultimate juxtaposition of all things lovely and and all things lethal. Nature is a mysterious and unsolvable paradox of beauty and peace and violence and death. This serene, hazy morning might swiftly become an afternoon of violence, destruction and death. Thunderstorms may come on this wings of this afternoon and spawn dark spinning towers of death.

The haze is less dense now and the sun is higher in the sky. The old man and his dog have disappeared into the summer morning. A beautiful peace this morning with it brings. Deep, dark thoughts float subtly around in mind.

The old man and his dog remind me of preciousness of this morning - the evanescent nature of the seasons - the sanctity, frailty and brevity of life - and the enduring treasures that are time and love.

The old man, I am certain, still holds onto his life's dreams tightly - for dreams never age. They still live on after life leaves us withered and empty shells. Dreams and love are all we take with us - and all we leave behind.

The old man and his dog have gone but they linger in my thoughts and will for a long time to come.

Perhaps someday, if I live to be as old as he, I will be walking on some distant and hazy summer morning, my back crooked and my face bent toward the ground. I too once was young, healthy, and I once had a lot of time to spend. I know I'll think I should have taken more time to enjoy the things in life that matter most. I will think I wasted too much time. It may be too late then - or it may well be that it is really never too late.

I wonder if I'll ever know? Will someone younger be watching me someday as I take tiny tentative steps down some quiet street with my dog? By then I will be a very old man who has lost his youth. I might be that old man who walks his dog someday.

But, I know, if I am that old man, I'll be an old man who never let go of his dreams.

Improvements in Hell

An engineer died and ended up in Hell. He was not pleased with the level of comfort in Hell, and began to redesign and build improvements. After awhile, they had toilets that flush, air conditioning, and escalators. Everyone grew very fond of him.

One day God called to Satan to mock him, "So, how's it going down there in Hell?"

Satan replied, "Hey, things are great. We've got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and there's no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next."God was surprised, "What? You've got an engineer? That's a mistake. He should never have gotten down there in the first place. Send him back up here."

"No way," replied Satan. "I like having an engineer, and I'm keeping him."

God threatened, "Send him back up here now or I'll sue!"

Satan laughed and answered, "Yeah, right. And just where are YOU going to get a lawyer?"

Dentists and doctors abusing patients

I can not believe what I am seeing. I turned on the TV while waiting for the computer to load. The TV was on Lifetime network when it was cut it off last night so that is the channel that came on. The movie ending, just before two in the afternoon, is showing police using a hidden camera to get evidence on a dentist that has been sexually abusing his female patients. In the bottom right corner is one of those promos about an upcoming new show premiering next Tuesday. The promo is for "How To Look Good NAKED."

Okay, so I think maybe that is by accident and it will go away. It does not go away. Not only that but the movie following that one is about a doctor that also sexually abuses his female patients. Guess what? Yep, there it is still in the corner promoting "How To Look Good NAKED" just as plain as day.

It has now been thirty minutes and the promo is still there. Unbelievable.

Politics is stoopid

McCain slams Obama for missing a vote he also missed
Following Iran’s missile tests this week, Sen. John McCain (R-AZ) slammed Sen. Barack Obama’s (D-IL) position on the Iranian Revolutionary Guard, declaring, “This is the same organization that I voted to condemn as a terrorist organization when an amendment was on the floor of the United States Senate. Senator Obama refused to vote.” CNN’s Political Ticker notes a flaw with McCain’s attack:

The problem with the critique? McCain also missed that vote on the Kyl-Lieberman amendment on September 26, 2007. Records show that Obama was in New Hampshire and McCain was in New York instead of being in the Senate chamber for the vote in question.

Indeed, McCain — the most absent Senator — has missed more than 60 percent of the votes in the 110th Congress.

VIA

Redneck wedding at a waffle house

May GOD bless their marriage and I wish them a life-long love. The best weddings are those from the heart. ~ Becker

I've seen quite a number of weddings over the last almost 50 years.  Some take and some don't.  A big fancy expensive wedding is no assurance of  life-long love and commitment with your chosen mate.  Of the weddings I've witnessed where I have known the people for a long time the simple weddings have produced the strongest lasting vows.

As the famous twang of Hank Williams Jr. blasted from an SUV stereo Friday afternoon, about 30 folks socialized, sipped soda and puffed on cigarettes.

No, this wasn't a Fourth of July backyard barbecue. It was the run-up to a wedding.

In a Waffle House parking lot.

The lucky couple, George "Bubba" Mathis and Pamela Christian - both 23 and employees at the Dacula diner located at the Ga. Highway 316/U.S. Highway 29 interchange - wouldn't have it any other way.

"I don't know, it's something different," Mathis said while fixing his tie prior to the ceremony.

For years, the couple tried to marry on their Independence Day anniversary. But the bride was always scheduled to work. Instead of waiting any longer - she got the day off at the last minute; Mathis had to report for the morning shift - the couple of nine years decided to seal the deal at work.

The result was what a NASCAR tailgate might be like if Hank Jr. himself stopped by with all his rowdy friends: Loud and proud - country music, storytelling and plenty of Dale Earnhardt paraphernalia - and not an iota of pretentiousness.

Shortly after exchanging vows under the shade of a tree next to the parking lot, both man and wife let out sighs of relief as they picked up their two little blonde girls and chatted with family and friends. But there was no time to relax - the wedding cake had to be cut inside.


Goggle map and links below the video



The Waffle House is located at 725 Harbins Rd., Dacula, GA, 30019
In this map it is exactly where the big red A points to on the north side of the Highway.
LINK to the map
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Dog on it, I really don't wanna go!

Zombies on Chattanooga's Main Street

It has been at least ten or more years since I visited Chattanooga, Tennessee. We visited their aquarium when it was fairly new, walked all over the city, lunched at the Choo-Choo and had dinner overlooking the city. Our motel room had an excellent peaceful view of the interstate and the city in general. Our visit was excellent and very safe...back in the early/mid 1990s.

From a very new web site link I found on Cellar Image of the Day it seems there have been changes made in the border city beneath Lookout Mountain. It appears there are street walkers plying their trade on the main street. That is something decidedly not worth running into with the family in tow...or from the looks of it not wanting to come close to at all under any circumstance. What is that? A zombie?

The new web site set up by a concerned citizen trying to run the street trade off can be found at http://www.trickthejohns.com/ If you go to that web site it was made using a wide screen monitor so you will have to scroll to the right to view all the content.

Life’s tough, it’s even tougher if you’re stupid

Beginning students at the University of Georgia's Veterinary school were receiving their first anatomy class, with a real dead dog. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet.

The professor began class by telling them, "In Veterinary Medicine it is necessary to have two important qualities as a Vet: The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the animal body."

To illustrate the professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the hind end of the dead dog, withdrew it and stuck it in his mouth. "Go ahead and do the same thing," he told his students.

The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but eventually took turns sticking a finger in the dead dog and sucking on it. When everyone finished, the professor looked at them and said, "The second most important quality is observation. I stuck in my middle finger and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention. Life’s tough, it’s even tougher if you’re stupid."