Getting Along...

The message: If basic needs are met we can all get along.

http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=D85yrIgA4Nk&feature=player_embedded

Twitter Me

I have added a new twitter simply because I had little to say on my regular twitter.
The new twitter is SUPERQUIZ@arcticpineapple
I think to access it you'd search for username  arcticpineapple.

"Without questions there can be no answers."
The new Twitter will provide regular question (Q) followed by the answer (A)

Time for a Prayer

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 have 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 every sin and Set us free.
Amen!

HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

With the downfall of dictators in Africa and the Near East it is an apt time to reread "The Man With the Hoe" posted much earlier on this site.

Here is another paean to the downtrodden everyman. It's from the lyrics of a song sung by Joan Blondell in the film, "Gold Diggers 1933".

MY FORGOTTEN MAN

I don't know if he deserves a bit of sympathy,
Forget your sympathy, that's all right with me.
I was satisfied to drift along from day to day,
Till they came and took my man away.
Remember my forgotten man,

You put a rifle in his hand;
You sent him far away,
You shouted, "Hip, hooray!"
But look at him today!
Remember my forgotten man,


You had him cultivate the land;
He walked behind the plow,
The sweat fell from his brow,
But look at him right now!


And once, he used to love me,
I was happy then;
He used to take care of me,
Won't you bring him back again?
'Cause ever since the world began,
A woman's got to have a man;
Forgetting him, you see,
Means you're forgetting me
Like my forgotten man.

Charity Begins at Home

The East Coast Earthquake Rocks Canada!
Help support the Canadian victims of the Quake of 2011.
Your generosity is needed to rebuild the lives of those struck by this catastrophe.
Send checks payable to Ken Fisher.

TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Catholic Church: Good or Bad?

Catholic Church: Good or Bad?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fN3zDtfivc

You decide.