Posted on 07/21/2012 4:57:46 PM PDT by Charles Henrickson
Okay, so then it does look like you did write that sermon to be delivered tomorrow.
Actually you can "give" people the best education available but if they don't take advantage of it, they won't learn much. My best education actually came on my own while in the college reading room just leafing through books.
Well, actually, that would be true! I have not written a sermon for tomorrow. I'm taking a vacation Sunday, and someone is filling in for me.
I'm up in Chicago right now, staying at a friend's house. We're both lifelong Cubs' fans, and tomorrow we're going to watch Ron Santo's induction into the Hall of Fame.
What Obama was using was a bit of absurd reductive reasoning. It’s like saying if I wrote a best-seller using a pen or a pencil, because I didn’t make the the pen or pencil, I really didn’t write that book. The people who manufactured the pen or pencil deserve a share of the profits off my book. That’s the “logic” of Obama’s argument. They should never let him off the teleprompter.
Yes, but every sane person knows that. Americans are rich because we live in America. We know that if we were living in a third-world pesthole, the chances of it happening would be slim or none.
Nevertheless, it's beside the point. If you have a system where a scoundrel like Obama can take your money because you didn't create all the conditions that allowed you to make a lot of money, then there's no such thing as private property. Agreeing with Obama's "logic" means he can take as much of your money as he wants.
The moonbats seem to be somewhere behind the magic 8-ball in the left pocket, yet unable to understand many of their stripes are still unaccounted for.
Yeah! I actually knew a preacher who does that. The flea market preacher out of Georgia. I met him at a flea market a few years ago on a Saturday and he sold me a fanny pack. He told me that he travels the country selling at flea markets on Saturdays and on Sundays he pinch hits when other preachers take the day off.
Just about everybody would say NO but, in fact, everything in the universe according to science actually fit into an infinitesimally small space at the beginning of time (Big Bang). So fitting everything someone owns into a suitcase should be a piece of cake.
The problem with your argument is extrapolating it over the vast segment of the business community. Sure, we’ve all met arrogant business people. But does that mean they represent the majority? And, how often do we mistake arrogance for confidence? After all, it’s all in our perception.
No, Obama had no, absolutely no, basis on which to say this beyond his own perception of reality. He’s never built anything worthwhile. His whole existence is based on his being supported by others. If it wasn’t for the George Soros’ or Democratic Parties of this world, where would he be? (I’m sure there are others but I’ll let that go for now...)
So, we’re supposed to be critical of business professionals, when we have a know-nothing, do-nothing, socialist president who believes nothing is ever proper if it doesn’t have government approval? The Hell with that.
Spot on. It is a non sequitur. And it's used to justify more and more taxation.
Another Charles makes a great point here: http://www.nationalreview.com/corner/310217/going-dutch-mark-steyn
How dare you defame Lars Larson like that? Just because he opened a bar (with that name, probably in Wisconsin...) and endeavored to be successful. Who do you think you are, the president? Lars, Swen, Ole, they’re all good, down-home, Americans...
Lars’ milk cow had passed on to her proper reward so he was in need of another milk cow. He saw in the local paper that Ole Peterson in Minnesota had a milk cow for sale, so he traveled there to talk business.
Ole said “Sure, I got a fine cow. Ya want to milk her?”
Lars said “OK”, and settled down in the barn to begin milking.
But every time Lars would pull on a teat, the cow would fart. After a while Lars said “ Well, the cow looks pretty good to me, I guess I’ll take her”.
Ole responded, “Well, that’s good. I kinda t’ought her farting would be a problem”.
Lars replied, “Oh, that’s OK, my wife’s from Minnesota”...
But I digress. Marty was indeed a bartender. In fact, he owned the bar. And, I’d been a customer for a couple years when Mom said, “OK, as a birthday present, we’re going to Marty’s and have a beer”. Imagine when we walked in the door and she said “Give Jim a beer on his 21st birthday”. Marty just smiled and handed one over. True story (and not the only one I could tell)...
Now, you know the rest of the story - at least some of it... :)
Chicago? Eww.... Ya should be 80 miles west where clean air and the smell of corn and soybeans makes a man of ya.
Seriously, glad to have you back home. Hope your stay is memorable and a great time. I’ll have an extra couple fingers of WT101 to honor your visit, while I’m watching the Open. Get home safely, and give those Missourians the skinny on what teams are worth watching (except for the Bears...).
Ah yes - I remember it well!
Let me recount ...
After my voluntary Military Service in 1960, I knocked a girl up, and married her.
Then I went to night-school to become an Engineer for Eight years, and I made it!
In the meantime, I worked at-and-for FoMoCo, T.D.Shea, and FoMoCo, and they helped me with the tuition costs, and I helped them with some damned-fine innovations! I am a clever engineer.
In 1969 I moved to South Bend, IN.
In 1978 I started http://www.bamarplastics.com
We’re still in business.
Did the gummint start my business?
NO! I DID!!!
That gummint fined me $600 for having a can of ‘Raid’ that was not labeled properly!
I’ve got 39 people to protect! VOTE THE HALFRICAN OUT in November!
Case closed! ................................. FRegards
The bartender could have been my Uncle Marty who was a bartender. Actually he was known as the bartender’s bartender. Not only did he look every inch a bartender but he also had a vast repertoire of jokes that he told the customers. The Mob used to like to hang out at Uncle Marty’s bar. Once in awhile he would make a phone call to them to ask a favor. I knew when that happened because for some reason he called himself “Mike,” not Marty, when he identified himself over the phone.
Seriously. Good going. And I know how you feel.
Nobody 'gave me' shiite. I had to learn everything I needed to succeed on my own. Ok so I did have some good teachers and a mentor -- whoopee, so did others.
I hate these commie maggots! And I only have to worry about two people.
ps: You still your copy of Mark's Standard Handbook For Mechanical Engineering? I still have mine, the 1966 edition.
[A PE friend (around '83) said keep it, the laws of physics never change ;-)]
My Marty could have been related to Lars, Swen or Ole, based on his surname. We lived in a small resort community in southeastern WI that surrounded two lakes. (Some bored individual with too much time on their hands could probably figure out the name of the community from that description.)
Many of the homes were summer homes, and the population of around 2000 would swell to over 7000 in the summer months. Virtually all of them coming from the greater Chicago area.
Did you ever run into Hef and any of his girls when was there?
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