Twas The Night Before..........

By, Angela Kaye Mason

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was sure what it was even about
The leaders were choosing their words with such care
No one could remember Jesus ever was there

The children said no prayers before snuggling in bed
The greed of the holidays danced in their heads
As mom worked the night shift, and dad was away
Fighting for his country, that had gone astray

When on the news there arose such an alarm
The news caster said “Christmas” and caused so much harm
To Facebook and Twitter people flew in a flash
To post their displeasure, the newsman to trash

As God looked down sadly on his children below
Wanting so badly His gifts to bestow
When what to His tear stained eyes should appear?
But a group whom upon His son’s birth loudly sneered.

As Satan led them, so charismatic and quick
Making them doubt God was just one of his tricks
They each sounded good, his tricks and his games
No one could see through them, as I called them by name,

Political Correctness, and Don’t Ask Don’t Tell,
Make gay marriage legal, and abortion as well,
But don’t respect Christians, or say “Christ” at all
Cause if atheists hear it, they may be appalled!

And all over the world there was heard a great sigh,
Crashed economies and disasters causing loved ones to cry
Yet no one could fix it, because no one knew,
They could call upon Jesus and His angels too

And then, in a twinkling, it was Christmas Day
With people demanding we say “Holiday”
As I tried with my words to turn them around
To make them remember back when Jesus came down

He was dressed in swaddling clothes from His head to His feet
Laying down in a manger, this new world to meet
The gift of salvation He had come here to bring
Wise men gathered around Him as angels did sing

His eyes, how they twinkled, with love, peace and joy
This first Christmas gift for each girl and each boy
From out of God’s heart, pure love did flow
As He sent His Son down so we could be white as snow

A blink of his mom’s eye, and the turn of her head,
Her Baby was grown, and her heart filled with dread,
Jesus went about spreading the news on the Earth,
And was soon about doing His own Father’s work

Just thirty three years, and the whole time He knows,
He came here to die and in the third day arose
But they heard Him declare, before He left from their sight,
I AM coming back, it could be Christmas night!

Obama's Ice Cream........

From a teacher in the Nashville area.

"We are worried about 'the cow'
when it is all about the 'Ice Cream.'

...The most eye-opening civics lesson I ever had was while teaching third grade this year.

The presidential election was heating up
and some of the children showed an interest.
I decided that we would have an election for a class president.

We would choose our nominees.
They would make a campaign speech and the class would vote.

To simplify the process, candidates were nominated by other class members.

We discussed what kinds of characteristics these students should have.

We got many nominations and from those, Jamie and Olivia were picked to run for the top spot.

The class had done a great job in their selections. Both candidates were good kids.

I thought Jamie might have an advantage because he got lots of parental support.

I had never seen Olivia's mother.

The day for their speeches arrived.

Jamie went first.

He had specific ideas about how to make our class a better place.
He ended by promising to do his very best.

Everyone applauded and he sat down.

Now is was Olivia's turn to speak.
Her speech was concise.
She said, "If you vote for me, I will give you ice cream."
She sat down.

The class went wild.
"Yes! Yes! We want ice cream."

She surely would say more.
She did not have to.

A discussion followed.
How did she plan to pay for the ice cream?
She wasn't sure.

Would her parents buy it or would the class pay for it? She didn't know.

The class really didn't care.
All they were thinking about was ice cream.

Jamie was forgotten.
Olivia won by a landslide.

Every time Barack Obama opened his mouth he offered ice cream and 52 percent of the people reacted like nine year olds.

They want ice cream.

The other 48 percent know they're going to have to feed the cow and clean up the mess.

This is the ice cream Obama promised us!

Remember, the government cannot give --anything to anyone -- that they have not first taken away from someone else.

“Political Correctness” FAIL

“Political Correctness” FAIL, by Angela Kaye Mason

I have a close friend, whose name I won’t mention, who simply doesn’t get me. When in public, I embarrass him, because I say what I think, not loudly, not rudely, and not specifically to  the person I am speaking of, but yep, I voice my opinion. I know....whodda thunk it?

I was in Walmart with this friend once, and the man standing behind us in line was talking loudly on his cell phone. He was obviously upset and in a heated argument with the person on the other end of the phone call. My naturally inquisitive mind would have loved to know just what was going on, but there was one problem....he was yelling in Chinese! (or Japanese, or some “ese” whatever the case may be.)

I tried, I really did. I knew how “politically correct” my friend is. I knew he would want me to do just as he was doing, and stand there quietly, pretending not to hear. But, as many of you know, I have panic issues in crowds anyway, and so, full of nervous tension, and simple being my usual “I don’t care what people think” self....I started laughing, and whispered..”I think he is cussing someone out in Chinese!”

No one could hear me. If they could, they were probably thinking it sounded just as funny as I did...but for some unknown reason, God chose to gift me  with the nerve to say something, to laugh at what was funny, to say what I was thinking. My friend was appalled. “Shhhhhh, Angie, please stop.” Geesh, I hadn’t even gotten started yet...but I stopped. After all, I may be all guts and glory when it comes to voicing my mind, but I stink at confrontations...he wants me to stop, I stop.

Political correctness...the need to censor what we say as opposed to what we are thinking for fear we might “offend” someone. Ugg! Basically, taking away our freedom of speech and creating highly sensitive, easily offended Americans. What brilliant mind came up with that idea? I decided to research it. I looked it up. Inquiring minds want to know, after all. I was expecting some “Grand PooBah of Lefthanded Politics” to be the guilty party. Boy was I wrong.

What I found has given me even more anger against my own gender than I already had over the whole apple thing. (Seriously, Eve, no fruit in the world was worth all this!) It was not a politician, not a government official who first demanded “Political Correctness”, it was the feminists!

Now I have already expressed my opinion on feminism loud and clear in a prior blog post. I am sure it made many women hate me....oh well. The post speaks of what a great gift we have, America, which our “Daddy” gave us, and we broke it. I describe how America began to fall, and some of what started it all. Here is an excerpt from that article:

“Look back a few years shall we? Its the 1950's. Mama stays home, cares for the kids,cooks, cleans, pretty much has it made. Daddy goes to work, handles the discipline, pays the bills, HEADS THE HOUSE! Now..I know a few women will hate me for this , but here we go. They just HAD to fight for equal rights. Forgetting what the Bible said, forgetting that God put man as the head of the house , not to degrade us, but so that we could be in our natural, caring, nurturing role in a safe, protected environment. They had to try to improve it.

So they fought, and they won. We, as women , had it made, but it wasn't good enough. Now, with the economy crashing, more women are working than men. More kids are in jail, on drugs, in gangs. Children are growing up with a confused sense of gender-roles and believing they were ''born gay''. More abortions are taking place, sometimes simply because a woman doesn't want a child to interrupt her career. Others are because of immorality, whether by promiscuous actions, rape, etc. The Catholic church has just decided to accept homosexuality in the church and approve of same sex marriage.

So we now have reversed gender roles, abortions, gangs taking over cities, children killing children, crushed economy, government trying to cost people more money while everyone is losing their jobs, immorality is not just accepted, it is now welcome in our churches, and even in small town America, it is not safe to walk down the street.”

Well guess what? Those same feminists apparently started the ball rolling which has almost led to the complete erasure of our freedom of speech. Feminists first began, in the 1960s, that the neutral pronouns “he, him and his be replaced with expressions like "he or she", "him or her", "them", etc. They argued that no one would be able to understand that the masculine gender included the feminine gender in neutral contexts. But this was just part of their campaign to redefine the social roles traditionally associated with masculinity and femininity. (I think I am still allowed to speak out against this, since I am, after all, a woman.)

Pretty soon, this idea expanded far past a few feminist who were offended at the English language and it’s established use of pronouns. At one time, it was perfectly acceptable to say someone was “crippled”. Soon, people such as Bob Dole  began to feel this was degrading, and changed it to “handicapped”. Soon, that too offended someone and then the word was “disabled”. Now, even that is offensive, and we have to say things like “physically challenged.”

Another example of political correctness in the “Urban Dictionary” is as follows, “Jamal was offended by me calling him a perverted gay fairy black boy all strung out on crack. The politically correct thing to say would be that Jamal is leading an acceptable alternative lifestyle as an African-American homosexual who has the disease of drug addiction.”

So here we are, America. One of our own citizens has been forced into hiding because she had the nerve to draw a cartoon which expressed her feelings. It is no longer allowed for us to speak out against a religious group who came into our own country and killed over 3000 American citizens, some of whom were crushed to death, some who burned to death, and some who jumped to their own deaths to avoid being crushed under molten metal. I do not like the people who did this. I do not like their religion. I do not support their beliefs. I feel it is an abomination to have them in our country, and I AM NOT ALONE. I am just one of the few with the nerve to say what I think. The few, the proud, the POLITICALLY INCORRECT!

Dhimmitude: Forcing Citizens to Take "The Mark?"

  Dhimmitude: I had never heard the word until now---Type it into Google and start reading. Pretty interesting.
it's on page 107 of the healthcare bill.

...Amish are also excluded. I think I could become Amish a whole lot easier than to become ......a Muslim.

Word of the Day: Dhimmitude

Dhimmitude is the Muslim system of controlling non-Muslim populations conquered through jihad.Specifically, it is the TAXING of non-Muslims in exchange for tolerating their presence AND as a coercive means of converting conquered remnants to Islam.

The ObamaCare bill is the establishment of Dhimmitude and Sharia Muslim diktat in the United States. Muslims are specifically exempted from the government mandate to purchase insurance, and also from the penalty tax for being uninsured. Islam considers insurance to be "gambling", "risk-taking" and "usury" and is thus banned. Muslims are specifically granted exemption based on this.

How convenient. So I, (Angela Kaye Mason)(insert your name here)Ann Barnhardt, a Christian, will have crippling IRS liens placed against all of my assets, including real estate, cattle, and even accounts receivables, and will face hard prison time because I refuse to buy insurance or pay the penalty tax. Meanwhile, Louis Farrakhan will have no such penalty and will have 100% of his health needs paid for by the de facto government insurance. Non-Muslims will be paying a tax to subsidize Muslims. Period. This is Dhimmitude.

Dhimmitude serves two purposes: it enriches the Muslim masters AND serves to drive conversions to Islam. In this case, the incentive to convert to Islam will be taken up by those in the inner-cities as well as the godless Generation X, Y and Z types who have no moral anchor. If you don't believe in Christ to begin with, it is no problem whatsoever to sell Him for 30 pieces of silver.

*** The Status of Non-Muslim Minorities Under Islamic Rule
Dhimmitude: the Islamic system of governing populations conquered by jihad wars, encompassing all of the demographic, ethnic, and religious aspects of the political system. The word "dhimmitude" as a historical concept, was coined by Bat Ye'or in 1983 to describe the legal and social conditions of Jews and Christians subjected to Islamic rule. The word "dhimmitude" comes from dhimmi, an Arabic word meaning "protected". Dhimmi was the name applied by the Arab-Muslim conquerors to indigenous non-Muslim populations who surrendered by a treaty (dhimma) to Muslim domination. Islamic conquests expanded over vast territories in Africa, Europe and Asia, for over a millennium (638-1683). The Muslim empire incorporated numerous varied peoples which had their own religion, culture, language and civilization. For centuries, these indigenous, pre-Islamic peoples constituted the great majority of the population of the Islamic lands. Although these populations differed, they were ruled by the same type of laws, based on the shari'a. ***(See Original Here)

And before any skeptics even say it, I looked this up on snopes.com, and even the controversial site which many liberal fly to in order to prove us wrong admits that this is true....in a long winding way of explaining it... http://www.snopes.com/politics/medical/exemptions.asp 

Now go back and read my article on the microchip...planted under the skin, which holds all of your medical information, etc. http://puttininmytwocents.blogspot.com/2010/03/health-care-bill-link-to-veri-chip.html
Decide for yourself, how long... do you think it will be before this chip is a requirement for those who have the GOVERNMENT MANDATED health insurance. Then they are also going to put your debit and credit card info on your chip...money will soon be useless, meaning, essentially that you will NOT be able to buy anything or get medical treatment without this "mark". Call me crazy....but the facts are IN YOUR FACE! {Angela Kaye Mason}

(More information here...)

Souls of September...tribute to 911 by Angela Kaye Mason

The poem "Souls of September" was written by me a few days after September 11, 2001. The song "Mad World" being sung by me in the background of the video was written by Roland Orzabal.

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Souls of September

Twas September eleventh and all thru the land

Not a person was dreaming they'd attack where we stand

Two buildings were standing built safely with care

Never thinking two airplanes one day would be there

Some people were working all snug at their desks

Never knowing their bodies would soon lay to rest

Others were flying high up in the sky

Without any idea that their end had drawn nigh

Then all of a sudden without warning or hope

They used our own airplanes like it was a joke

To descend on those buildings all flooded with life

And crash thru twin towers to cause pain and strife

Some people were crushed in the weight of it all

And some wandered aimlessly no one to call

But God up in heaven looked down on this land

And while angels shed tears , He reached down His hand

To take home His children , He knew them by name

As He knew who had planned this and who flew the planes

As America counted victims in pain and disbelief ,

Angels counted all the souls that heaven had received

And as we tried to find the names of those who did the deed

Satan snatched the souls of those who died for power and greed

Now God will grant us vengence , as He did in days of old

And without any mercy He will judge terroristic souls

So I say to all survivors , and soldiers with war in site

God's vengeance to all and to all a good fight

by, Angela Kaye Mason

I wrote this a few days after the tragic events of September 11, 2001

"Memorial Day: Pass It On, Lest We Forget"

by, Angela Kaye Mason

The last Monday in May is celebrated by people all across the United States of America with cook outs, barbecue, picnics, and more. A ceremony is held in Arlington National Cemetery, where many who have fought for America's freedom have been laid to rest, flags all over the country are lowered to half mast, and a country pauses, amidst the celebration, to whisper a "Thank you" to all of those fallen. This day is called 'Memorial Day', and it is a day of remembrance, to honor courage, dedication, those who have fought to protect America's freedom, and those who gave the ultimate sacrifice, as well as to their families, who sacrifice so much of themselves and their lives so that we can be free.

Union General John A Logan first began the tradition known as 'Memorial Day' in 1868 when he set aside a day known then as 'Decoration Day' in order to honor the fallen civil war soldiers by decorating their graves. Within twenty years, the day came to be known as 'Memorial Day', and grew to be a day to honor all of the fallen heroes of the United States Military. 'Memorial Day' became a national holiday in 1971, and the last Monday in May was set aside to celebrate this honorable occasion.

At the first Decoration Day celebration, General James Garfield gave a speech at the Arlington National Cemetery, where a ceremony is now held annually to honor those heroes who served in the military and those who gave their lives for this country. During the first ceremony, five thousand people showed up to decorate the graves of over twenty thousand Union and Confederate soldiers who are buried at the hallowed location. It is now customary for the president or vice president to give a speech and lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier during this occasion. There are usually around five thousand Americans in attendance.

In the words of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr, who gave an address which was delivered for Memorial Day on May 30, 1884, at Keene NH. "So to the indifferent inquirer who asks why Memorial Day is still kept up we may answer, it celebrates and solemnly reaffirms from year to year a national act of enthusiasm and faith. It embodies in the most impressive form our belief that to act with enthusiasm and faith is the condition of acting greatly. To fight out a war, you must believe something and want something with all your might. So must you do to carry anything else to an end worth reaching."

I decided to end this article with a poem I wrote, to thank everyone who has ever sacrificed so that I can be free, some who died in that service, and others who live on. Among those I know personally, my grandfather, Gordon W Shelton, US Navy at Pearl Harbor; my brother, Andrew B Radford, US Marines; Benjamin H West, US Navy, Steven D LePage, US Navy,Ronnie D Lanier, US Air Force and Marines; Ronnie P Mason, US Marines; Keith Brinson, US Air Force,  and  many more. Thankfully, some of you are alive to hear my thanks. A full list of those heroes who fell while fighting for everyone one of us in America, in Operations Iraqi Freedom and Enduring Freedom please go to this website. http://militarytimes.com/valor/
For a list of those who gave their lives at Pearl Harbor, visit this website, http://www.usswestvirginia.org/ph/phlist.php

"Pass It On, Lest We Forget"

Amidst the graves at Arlington,
The people gather round,
To honor those who've fallen,
So that freedom can be found.

And families with a heart of pain,
Place flowers on the way,
The sacrifices that they live,
So honored on this day.

A little boy holds Daddy's hand,
Looking up with confused heart,
He doesn't understand the tears,
Just as the service starts.

And staring at the marble,
Where a fallen soldier lays,
The boy pulls daddy's hand,
Not knowing what to say.

They celebrate with heavy heart,
This freedom that we share,
As a father bends to whisper,
"A hero lies right there."

by, Angela Kaye Mason. Thank you to everyone who has ever sacrificed, served, and fought for my freedom, and to their families, who sacrifice so much and are so often forgotten...May God bless you all....Pass it on, Lest we forget.