Go's Newest Angel!

God's Newest Angel!
By Luther D. Oliver

I have been where the antelope play,
And been where the eagles fly;
Felt the warmth of a campfire,
And heard the lonely wolves cry;

I have seen a beautiful rainbow,
And heard the church bell ring;
And in the darkness of night,
Heard the sweet songbird sing;

I have felt wind upon my face,
And a gentle rain coming down;
Walked upon fresh fallen snow,
When it blanked the ground;

I have seen a green forest,
And read a lovely prose;
I have paused for a moment,
To smell the scented rose;

I have seen a rambling brook,
And heard the children at play;
Walked along the beach shore,
On a bright sun shining day;

I have seen a mountain high,
And strolled the lush valley below;
I have smelled a cultivated field,
And watched the flowers grow;

I Have seen the deep blue sky,
And swam in a morning sea;
All of these things I have done,
Now God is waiting for me;

This is from a poem I wrote for our grand daughter Stella. Her mother Susan is now
with her in Heaven!

Mama's Gift

Mama's Gift!
By L. Don Oliver

The storm clouds were building,
The heart was sinking low;
The rain came pouring down,
The angry winds began to blow;

Lightening flashing above my head,
The paint less walls wearing thin;
Then you opened your loving arms,
And enclosed me there within;

You kissed my troubled brow,
Hugging me with your might;
Tenderly you sang songs of love,
All through that frightful night;

Finally when the morning came,
Restful sleep was mine to be;
Mama I will always love you,
For your unselfish gifts to me;

The Little Cloud!

There once was a little cloud,
Drifting gently through the sky;
Along came the angry wind,
And tried to make it cry;

The wind blew and blew,
Fortunately it was all in vain;
No matter how the wind tried,
The little cloud refused to rain;

It drifted above the mountains,
There it lingered for a while;
It crossed the flowing plains,
Where it began to smile;

Then came a rampaging storm,
And gave the little cloud a twirl;
Soon it was back on it's course,
For it's journey around the World;

In a Field of Fear!

In this our make believe world,
The flag of doubt has been unfurled,

Standing in a barren field of fear,
Gloomy harvest for the coming year,

To continue dwelling within the past,
We deserve all in life that will be cast,

Of today's song that we must sing,
Bares upon what tomorrow will bring,

Reaching deep down within our soul,
Now is the hour to ensure our goal,

A Mother's Gift!

The most precious gift of all is the unconditional love of a child!

The following is based on a story in the news media I read
several years ago! The young girl in the story wasn't dying.
Most of this poem is based on our own grand-daughter who died
at the age of ten months from birth defects. If our grand daughter
had of lived, I'm sure she would have been like the little girl in
this story.

A Mother's Gift!
By L. Don Oliver

She was only seven years old,
Having nothing to her name;
Suffering from a terminal illness,
But, no one would she blame;

Her mother's birthday was nearing,
Alas, the times were very sad;
She placed into a box,
The only treasure that she had;

She placed a note upon the box,
Then she wrapped it with care;
She gave it to her mother,
Who was standing there;

Soon the angels came,
Just before that day;
Upon their gossamer wings,
They carried her away;

The mother unwrapped the gift,
After undoing the ribbon tie;
Reading her daughter's note,
She began to cry;

"Please do not open,
Until I'm in heaven above";
"For this box is filled,
With all of my love";

The Ship of Fools!

Politics is a game and one that I wouldn't bet on; because, both teams have been fixed!

The Ship of Fools!

By L. Don Oliver

The seedling of an oak,
Oh! care not shall I;
If it ever grows an inch,
Or ever touches the sky;

Slaves to our foolishness,
Oh! care not shall we;
The ashes from the fire,
That we choose not to see;

Those who wear complacency,
Perilous lies the crown;
Like the walls of Jericho,
They too will tumble down;

Seeds of the forgotten ones,
Planted shallow in the ground;
Now overgrown with many weeds,
No flowers there to be found;

Storm clouds are gathering,
Then comes the howling dust;
The seeds of doubt are blown,
In a field of continuing mistrust;

The scorching lightening strikes,
The mighty thunder wails;
And we all are on board,
A ship without any sails;

The Silence of the Deep; growing up

Growing up the military life is all that we knew. Our father was a career Navy man who
during World War II was stationed in Norfolk, Va. We lived aboard the base and I can
still remember many nights the lights would go off and the search lights would scan the
darkened night. Mama would make us get under the bed and we usually slept there.
Although there were several U-Boats sighted off our shores, we were never attacked.
After high school, I too went on active duty and retired from the Navy. I too had a tour
of duty in Norfolk in the late 1960's and visited the places we use to live.

The Silence of the Deep!
By L. Don Oliver

A gentle refreshing sea breeze,
Waves splashing upon the shore;
Seabirds soaring above me;
A beautiful new world to explore;

In the shadows of my soul,
The world above me asleep;
Slipping slowly beneath the waves,
Into the silence of the deep;

Serenity of quite solitude,
Rainbow creatures swimming by;
Lovely flowering coral reefs,
One is thankful to be alive;

Where there's rhyme and reason,
No imperative schedule to keep;
Controlling my own destiny,
In the silence of the deep;

Bubbles from a fissure below,
Up from the darkened steep;
At peace with the world,
In the silence of the deep;

When life has passed me by,
Broken dreams never to mend;
Things that I once enjoyed,
Ever winding down to end;

If to die on the morrow,
With promises to ever sleep;
I pray thee my final rest,
In the silence of the deep;

Seize the Moment; growing up

Seize the Moment!
By L. Don Oliver

In the awakening of the night,
Darkness comes before the dawn;
Yesterday what seemed eternal,
In a blink has suddenly gone;

Then the sun lights up it's heaven,
It's life giving rays it will imbue;
Once again fresh hope is given,
As a gift that we must renew;

Never allow all your chances,
To go quickly rushing by;
They are gone in a moment,
When we never dare to try;

Never linger in the past,
Feel the beauty of each day;
Enjoyment will bring contentment,
And love will show the way;

The Servic; growing up

When I was growing up I attended church services with my mother. We went to
almost every Sunday services and Prayer Meetings. Daddy attended once a year
to see the Christmas play, in which I usually had a part in.

The Service!
By L. Don Oliver

All the members got together,
To conduct a service in his name;
They sent out many notices,
But there was no one that came;

The Lord dipped his mighty sword,
The lightening streaked all around;
Then he clapped his mighty hands,
And there came a thunderous sound;

It rained for forty days and nights,
They climbed trees that were low;
They tried to escape his wrath,
Alas, they were too slow;

The next service that was given,
They came on their own accord;
Reasoning it was much safer,
To never tempt the Lord;

Tip; growing up

Tip moved into our neighborhood and all of us kids
adopted him. At first, Tip was completely wheel chair
bound. Through physical therapy furnished by the Polio
Foundation and the encouragement of his family and
friends, he was eventually to escape the wheel chair and
become a normal functioning person. He had some minor
problems with his speech and movement; but, he handled
them with ease!

Tip!
By L. Don Oliver

Tip was our friend,
In a wheel chair was he;
Suffering from Infantile Paralysis,
Polio we would come to see;

We would include him in our games,
Pushing him up and down the street;
Pushing him from base to base,
His excitement was our treat;

One day I gave him a sailor hat,
He wore it with great delight;
Then two brothers stole his hat,
Quickly disappearing from sight;

When we finally chase them down,
We punished them to an extreme;
But they got our final message,
To never again attempt this scheme;

Tommy; growing up

I don't know why he wanted to challenge me? We met on several occasions
under Mr. Rice's pecan tree at the corner of 56th st. and Buffalo Ave. I would
take him down and hold him until he said enough. The last time we brawled
I discovered his reason, after he got a lucky punch in. I grabbed him by his
shirt and drew back to hit him. He had a big smile on his face. No, I didn't hit
him, I smiled back!

Tommy!
By L. Don Oliver

When I was eight years old,
As chubby as I could be;
Tommy sent word he wanted
To meet under the pecan tree;

The sun was shining brightly,
It was a very warm day;
I discovered very soon,
Tommy was not there to play;

He wanted to fight,
And I didn't know why;
He swung and missed,
And I made him cry;

Happening on several occasions,
The outcome was the same;
He would start the fracas,
And I would end the game;

The last time we met,
I didn't have my grip;
Tommy swung and hit me,
Splitting my upper lip;

It wasn't out of anger,
It wasn't just to fight;
Tommy kept on trying,
Until he got right;

Another Time, Another Place; growing up

I really wanted a Lone Ranger outfit, but I had to settle for a Gene Autrey
cheapy. I wanted that black mask so nobody would recognize me. However;
I did send off and did receive the Lone Rangers Secret Decoder Ring. I don't
remember how many bags of seeds I had to sell to get it. It was my first encounter
with the free market system!

Another Time, Another Place.
By L. Don Oliver

Upon my broomstick pony,
Trusted cap gun at my side;
Cardboard spurs upon my feet,
Atop "Ole Thunder" I'd ride, ride, ride;

All around the backyard range,
"Ole Thunder" and I would go;
Up through the Great Divide,
Down through the drifting snow;

A Texas western cowboy hat,
Tied with string beneath my chin;
Chasing that nasty chicken rustler,
That sooner dog called "Mangy Slim";

Leaving "Ole Thunder" to graze ,
In the cactus (sand spur) sea;
I'd scamper up my mountain,
An old china berry tree;

I'd gaze the vast backyard range,
Searching everywhere he might play;
I'll break that egg sucking varmint,
From his dastardly evil ways;

Espying him off in the distance,
Loping along he couldn't glide;
I'd shimmy down my mountain,
Mount "Ole Thunder" and ride;

Reining "Ole Thunder" in,
Trotting oh so very slow;
Right up to the Red Eye Saloon,
Shouting, "Mama I've got to go";

Bellying up to the bar,
Giving the barkeep a baser;
"Give me a shot of fruit juice,
With a buttermilk chaser";

Remounting my faithful steed,
"Ole Thunder" and I would fly;
Across the backyard prairie,
Out into the clear blue sky;

Clothes line around my waist,
"Thunder" and I off to the cattle wars;
Hoping not to be mistaken for,
That kid they called "Droopy Drawers"

Ah! the way of the cowboy life,
Always lean and very trim;
But they didn't have that nemesis,
That despicable desperado "Mangy Slim";

Hey Tex! Grubs on the table,
It's about rain barrel time;
Alas, reality extended it's tentacles;
Recapturing my wondering mind;

Character Counts; growing up

Growing up, we were taught to respect our elders no matter who they were.
Every time we sat down to eat, we would take turns saying the blessing. Once
when it was my turn, I tried to be cute and got slapped out of my chair.

Thank you for our daily bread,
Thank you for what we are about to eat;
Now that the thank you's are over,
Can someone pass me the meat;

Over the years I have noticed that respect and morals continue to decline. I composed
the following in hopes of restoring respect for others, especially in our youth. I hope that
I'm not fighting a losing battle. But; I know I'm not, because the youth of today still have
their hopes and dreams.!

Moral Character
By L. Donald Oliver

Education, experience, perseverance,
Are the paths to one's goal;
Compassion, charity, tolerance,
Are the avenues to one's soul;

The responsibility is upon ourselves,
To believe in that which we can achieve;
With accountability, discipline, self control,
We can achieve that in which we believe;

Considering how others feel,
Insults we must never coddle;
Treating others with respect,
"The Golden Rule" is the model;

Doing everything within our power,
To provide for the common good;
Understanding, cooperation, respect for authority,
Are the prerequisites to be understood;

To succeed in the game of life,
All must play by the rules;
By preparing an even playing field,
Caring, sharing, equality, the tools;

Have forgiveness for wrongs others do,
Be considerate and show that we care;
Be grateful for what we have,
And always be willing to share;

Trusting in the honesty of ourselves,
To accomplish that in which we apply;
Believing in family, friends, and country,
Will make better citizens of you and I;

The Ten Morals; growing up

When I was growing up we were taught moral values
by our family, the school system and the media. In the
ensuing years I've witness this nations loss of many of
its moral values.

The following poem was printed in our
local newspaper on September 10, 200l.
On September 11, 2001 tragedy struck
our nation. At the time I authored this, I felt
then as I feel now, there was a lack of morals
in our society, due to the conflict between
"church and state". In my opinion, this has been a
lucrative cash cow for both sides. The following
was based on the "Ten Commandments" and
I worded it so it wouldn't offend anyone. It's not
intended to replace the Ten Commandment; but,
to supplement it!

The Ten Morals:
By L. Donald Oliver

It is morally right to have,
Faith for what you believe;
It is morally wrong to worship,
Symbols that others conceive;

It is morally wrong to assail others,
Even the words we speak;
It is morally right for all to,
Rest one day of each week;

It is morally right to honor parents,
Even should there be strife;
It is morally wrong and illegal,
To take another's life;

It s morally wrong and illegal to take,
That which doesn't belong to you;
It is morally right to be honest,
To the one you're committed to:

It is morally wrong to utter untruths,
It always leads to distress;
It is morally wrong to be jealous,
Of what others may possess;

I've aways lived by the "Golden Moral",
Of everything that I perceive;
"To always do for others,
What I wish them to do for me"

The Hunt; Growing up in Jacksonville

When I was growing up, I would go hunting with a guy across the street from where
we lived. His idea of hunting was sitting under a tree for hours waiting for the squirrels
to appear. When they did come out, he would raise a shot gun and kill two or three
of them with one shot. I not against hunting as long as hunters eat what they bag. I'm
against those who kill for the sport of it, take only a trophy and leave the carcass to rot!
To me that's not a sport, that's braggadocio! However, I did allow my wife to mount a
10 pound bass she had caught! But; that was her thing, not mine!

The Hunt.
By L. Don Oliver

My abduction from reality,
By an unforeseen source;
Abhorrent desires instilled,
Upon my selfish course;

Tracking unsuspecting prey,
Pursuing through their domain;
Eventing upon their misery,
With eternal sleep or pain;

Desirous of a trophy prize,
Reluctance to devour at all;
Extolling that creatures head,
When mounted upon my wall;

The Lanterns Glow, Growing up in Jacksonville

When we were young and would go for a drive we would pass a cemetery and our
dad would always ask the question. "Why do they build a fence around a graveyard"?
Before we could answer, he would answer his own question. "Because people are
dying to get in". One night when driving by a local cemetery I saw a light among the
tombstones. I knew it was an eternal light that someone had erected. I remarked to
my wife that it probably was grave robbers. She said no, it's an older woman who had
lost her husband several years ago and she goes to his grave site and sits and
talks to him. That really touched me, so when I got home I wrote the following.

The Lantern's Glow
By. L. Donald Oliver

Comes a light through the forest,
Preying nocturnal creatures there;
The eerie shadows are dancing,
But she does not seem to care;

In the city of the vaulted,
Where specter and goblin roam;
A place that one someday,
She will call her home;

The glow from her lantern,
Upon her journey each night;
Through the maze of the departed,
Extinguishes her darkened fright;

Many dreams have come,
Many dreams have gone;
And through all the years,
He was the only one;

She treasures all the moments,
Together they held past;
Alas life is so fleeting,
Pleasured moments never last;

Silent words are spoken,
Unto her cherished one;
Soon she'll be with him,
When her task is done;

The snow gathers around her,
But deep in her heart she knows;
Nothing seems to fray her,
As the cold wind blows;

The winds begin to dwindle,
The snow turns to frozen rain;
The only truth that sustains her,
That she will be with him again;

Tobacco Time; growing up in Jacksonville

When I was seven and my brother was almost nine, we were put on a bus
to a small town in South Georgia where we would be free labor, no matter
how small it was. I guess our parents felt that a little taste of what they had
to endure when they were growing up would be beneficial to both of us. For
me it was. I decided at that time there was no way I would ever become
a farmer.


Tobacco Time!
By L Don Oliver

When I was just a little shaver,
Brother not much older in rhyme;
Both, in a dusty Georgia field,
During tobacco picking time;

In that I was the youngest,
I drove the tobacco sled;
And those who were older,
Picked tobacco til they bled;

Brother got mad that I was,
Guiding "Old Bob" down a rut;
He took out his slingshot,
And hit "Old Bob" in the butt;

"Old Bob" took to flight,
Flinging me to the ground;
They searched for several miles,
Before "Old Bob" was ever found;

Our uncle was down right indignant,
He wasn't in a forgiving mood;
He retrieved a tobacco stick;
And whacked my brother good;

Willie Mae; growing up in Jacksonville

During shrimp season, when the shrimp boats would come in, we would try
to make a little money from depriving the fresh caught shrimp of their heads.
For the older people it was part of their lively hood. Willie Mae was one
of them. Many times when there were no more shrimp, I would push the
pile I had left over to Willie Mae so she could make a few pennies more!

Willie Mae!
By L. Don Oliver

The shrimp boats are coming,
Down to Trout River we would go;
When I was only eight years old,
To watch the fresh shrimp snow;

It was in a very long building,
Upon a table laid end to end;
A penny a pound was paid,
That's when we would begin;

There was an old black lady,
Willie Mae was her name;
Beheading six shrimp at a time,
She would always win the game;

Raking in more than we could behead,
Much more than we could withstand;
Willie Mae would take her board,
And whack you across the hand;

With a crowning confident smile,
Amassing all that she could scoop;
No one ever complained at all,
For it was her bowl of soup;

Dependency; growing up in Jacksonville

This is about my alcoholism that I eventually developed from an early age. After I realized
what I was doing to my family I quit over fourteen years ago and I have not missed
it at all! Self denial that we have a problem fuels our dependency!

A Path Chosen!
By L. Don Oliver

On a path of least resistance,
No matter where it may lead;
Aware of only the moment,
Never caring what I would seed;

Life was in the fast lane,
Spiraling out of my contain;
Easier to fault everyone else,
Never to accept any blame;

Of those who really cared,
Mattered not much to me;
A one way path to destruction,
Is where I chose to be;

I Have kissed the devil,
Experienced the false desire;
Dwelt in the canyons of hell,
Consumed by the raging fire;

No thought of pain caused,
Dismissed the wise man's cry;
Doomed to eternal solitude,
Questioning the reason why;

I had heroes; growing up in Jacksonville

Mama had to quit school after the fifth grade to help out on their farm. Daddy had
to quit after the third grade to also help on their farm. Both were tenant farms in
south Georgia. After they were married and had three of us, Mama was pregnant
with our baby sister when we moved to East Fifty Sixth St. To help ends meet, Mama
began washing and ironing for our more prosperous neighbors. Our most dreaded times
was when Mama went in the hospital and Daddy took charge. We knew we were going
to get a steady diet of baloney sandwiches and a can of soup for every meal until
Mama came back home.

My Heroes!
By L. Don Oliver

Many times when I was young,
Needing someone to care;
When I would stumble and fall,
They would always be there;

I had heroes in my life,
Having neither fortune or fame;
I had heroes in my life,
Who never called me names;

Never to hit a winning home run,
Or to even score a touchdown;
Who never hit a free throw,
Or kicked a soccer ball around;

I had heroes in my life,
Lifting me when I was sad;
I had heroes in my life,
My Mom and my Dad;

Going fishing; growing up in Jacksonville

On Trout river there was a crab plant where they cooked and picked crab
meat to make crab cakes. Along side and adjacent to the plant was a dock
where the crab shells were thrown into the river. The mullet would scavenge
these crab shells. We would take cane polls with a three pronged gig hook
attached and snatch all the mullet we could carry. This was one way to
supplement our meager diet.

Going Fishing!
By L. Don Oliver

Going down to the Crab Plant,
Going to catch a mess of fish;
Going to butter them all up,
Going to get my very wish;

Mama works at the Crab Plant,
Making up those crab cakes;
They toss the shells in the river,
Going to get all the fish I can take;

There comes the hungry mullet,
Dining on those crab shells;
Poking my line in the water,
Don't mind those fishy smells;

Snatching up most of the mullet,
Like picking grapes from a vine;
Going to saute them all up,
More tastier than foreign wine;

The Jacksonville Zoo;

When I was growing up, the section we lived in was called Panama Park. I don't
know what this section is now called. We didn't have air conditioning and slept
with the windows opened. Some mornings we were awakened, when the wind
was blowing out of the north to lions roaring from the Jacksonville Zoo. Many times
we would ride our bicycles or row a boat across the river to the Zoo. That is,
until the owner of the boat wised up and removed the oars. Of course, we began
bringing our own oars. Soon the boat was gone!

A Special day!
By L. Don Oliver

Fishing upon the bank,
Of a lazy flowing stream;
No thoughts of tomorrow,
Relaxing within my dream;

An old cracked cane pole,
Resting gentle upon my knee;
Thoughts of the now,
Lost in my reverie;

The ripple upon the stream.
There by a gentle breeze;
Sun dancing upon the water,
The moment mine to seize;

Sounds of a singing wren,
Bass splashing with delight;
A solitary soaring eagle,
Upon it's effortless flight;

A greenish blue crab,
Drifting with the tide;
A turtle upon a fallen tree,
It's there it will abide;

A fish beneath the water,
Swimming swiftly upon it's way;
Saying to no one in particular,
You'll not catch me today;

Time passes oh! so quickly,
In life it will never wait;
Guess its time to go,
For I forgot the bait;

The descending sun is yawning,
The moon soon will be high;
Time to gather my things,
And tell my friends goodbye;

My first bicycle,growing up in Jacksonville

It was prior to my eighth Christmas and never having one, I wanted a
bicycle. Our family wasn't able to afford a new one. A neighbor family
had just bought their son a new bicycle and threw his old one in a
trash pile.

How Far is Heaven
By L. Don Oliver

On the road to a moment of truth,
There in a pile of use to be;
I espied an old rustic disclaim,
One day again I would see;

Negativism of those who doubt,
Is forever in their thought;
Who equate happiness with,
Things that must be bought;

Those who surrender their all,
To the ones they love the most;
In our heart will always live,
Until we give up the ghost;

Not among the prosperous,
The poorest in the realm;
Our father was the captain,
And he controlled the helm;

With no thought of himself,
He toiled late into the night,
Hearing the sounds of his efforts;
To insure that he got it right;

Upon that annual morning,
Sneaking quietly as could be;
A shiny refurbished bicycle,
Next to the Christmas tree;

The Coin, By Ollie Owl

Children don't do this at home!

The Coin!
By L. Don Oliver

Hearing the mourning of a train,
Before it rounded the bend;
Standing next to the tracks,
Waiting for it to descend;

Walking up to the tracks,
Placing a nickel upon the rail;
Raising up to an erect position,
Then hauling my adolescent tail;

The engineer blows his whistle,
Waves as he goes flying by;
Trying to find the errant nickel,
I will give it a yeoman's try;

Finally finding the nickel,
Mashed to a large flat,
It was my only nickel,
Why did I do that;

Faded Portrait.

Faded Portrait, by L. Don Oliver
Category: Life

Faded portrait on the wall,
Of someone held so dear;
If you listen very closely,
There's a voice you can hear;

Whisper of forever memories,
Of the happy times gone by;
Love of the ones touched,
And what made them cry;

Faded portrait on the wall,
Of someone sweet and kind;
Who will never be forgotten,
By those who were left behind;

When we gather together again,
When God gives his call;
We will discover very soon,
That portrait is not faded at all;

Potrait of a Poem, By Ollie Owl.

In words there is music,
Of what the writers feel;
Whether it be mere fantasy,
Or whether it be for real;

A beautiful Portrait painted,
By the artist's loving hand;
Offers reasons to the meaning,
Of all that in life will demand;

The poem is a portrait,
That is a work of Art;
With words instead of colors,
It tends the broken heart;

Creating nothing from nothing!

Fractional Banking is nothing more than a Ponzi Scheme!

In fractional banking, what do you get when you create nothing from nothing?
Billions of dollars in profits for the National/International banking interests and
trillions of dollars in losses for the tax payers. The losses in the housing market is one of
the latest excuses that the Ponzi Schemers are using for the current failing economy!

The Economy Balloon:

The economy balloon is filled with false assets created by fractional banking.
Before the balloon bursts, the financial interests sell their inflated stock at a previous
set cap. The same stock they bought for pennies during a previous economic downturn.
Once the balloon is full and ready to burst, the Financial interests skim the profits
from the top. After the balloon has been opened the invented assets begin disappearing
and the average investors lose billions of dollars. Soon that balloon is empty; but the
original depositors money is guaranteed by the tax payers. The profits that were skimmed
are sent overseas to secret bank accounts. Eventually the stocks go down and are
worth only pennies again. The financial interest then goes to the government for a
bailout, in which they use to buy up the cheap stocks and to buy out their competitors!
(They will never use their own money).

Suddenly, the economy begins to go up, depositors start putting money into their
savings accounts and fractional banking kicks back in creating assets out of thin air.
And the process for the Ponzi Schemers begins again to reap huge profits at the
tax payers expense. You can't go to the government because; in my opinion, their
part of this scheme!

In that the Congressional feeding trough is empty where does the bailout money
come from? Why it's borrowed from the same financial interests that have already
ripped off the tax payers. Putting this nation farther and farther in debt. thus, the
financial interest will collect billions of dollars through interest on the National Debt!

Politics 1001. How to become a succcessful politician

Once elected, immediately begin collecting funds for your reelection campaign!

Never let your left hand (the voters) know what you're right hand is doing ( receiving Gifts? from
the PACs, Corporations, Special Interest Groups)!

Lie as if there is no tomorrow, if you don't you may not have a tomorrow!
You may not get reelected.

When you can't attack the message, attacked the messenger!

Tell the voters everything they want to hear and then deliver nothing!

If you are a new member, read the book "The Art of Back Scratching"!

Be fluent in the language of lawyerese!

Get the getting while the getting is good from the lobbyists. Maintain the
attitude that if you don't, they'll just buy someone else off!

Set up a secret offshore banking account!

Sign on to every law that you know has no chance of ever being passed!

If that law you signed onto comes up for vote, be absent that day!

Learn to sleep with your eyes open during the day because you'll be
up late many nights passing laws to benefit the special interests groups before
the voters can become aware of what you're doing! Later you can explain to the
people that you had a momentary lapse! they're gullible and will believe you!

Remember above all, that the PACs, Corporations and Special Interest groups
own you. If you expect a high paying job with them after your political career is
over, you'll have to dance to their tune!

The Tiddlywink Factory, by Ollie Owl

I'm the owner of a tiddlywink factory, I have millions of
tiddlywinks that are colored blue. I'm in competition
with another tiddlywink factory who's tiddlywinks are
colored red. The other factory wants to run me out of
business. He sends his lobbyist to congress, where
they make donations to individual campaign funds. The
congress makes a law where all tiddlywinks must be
colored red. The cost of changing the color of my
tiddlywinks and the rising cost of labor is too exorbitant.
So my only option is to close my tiddlywink factory and
lay off all the employees.

After my tiddlywink factory has been closed, my competitor
closes his factory and moves the operation overseas to
take advantage of the cheap labor and the lower cost
for materials. After laying off all of his employees, he then
again sends his lobbyist in to have the trade agreements
changed to his advantage. He makes huge profits and transfers
them overseas to a tax haven to avoid paying higher personal
taxes in this country.

Since millions of employees are without jobs, he is
losing profits that he thinks he should have. Again
he sends his lobbyists in and has a law passed that will
give him tax payers funds that he feels will make up for
the profits he has lost. When he receives these funds
he transfers these funds to his tax havens overseas.

The Financial Interests work this way as well.

Quoting Ollie Owl. Human Nature

The females lust for security and the males lust for more lust!

Little Haleigh we are all praying for you.

The phone rang early last Tuesday morning informing us
of a missing child in the area. As an ex law enforcement
officer, I knew the procedures for the search of a missing
person. At my age and my physical condition, I knew I
would only be in the way. I searched in our area to no
avail. The only thing I could do was cry and pray.

With the outpouring of love from her family, officials,
neighbors, caring strangers and the news media, it
reminded me of a song I heard when I was a child.
It was in the early 1950's during a charity marathon
on the cure for Polio. In 1955, Dr. Jonas Sauk
discovered a vaccine for polio. Prayers are
answered.

You'll never walk alone.
(Rogers and Hammerstein)

When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark;
At the end of a storm,
Is a golden sky and the,
Sweet silver song of a lark;

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho your dreams be tossed and blown;
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone;

Little Haleigh we are all praying for you.

The phone rang early last Tuesday morning informing us
of a missing child in the area. As an ex law enforcement
officer, I knew the procedures for the search of a missing
person. At my age and my physical condition, I knew I
would only be in the way. I searched in our area to no
avail. The only thing I could do was cry and pray.

With the outpouring of love from her family, officials,
neighbors, caring strangers and the news media, it
reminded me of a song I heard when I was a child.
It was in the early 1950's during a charity marathon
on the cure for Polio. In 1955, Dr. Jonas Sauk
discovered a vaccine for polio. Prayers are
answered.

You'll never walk alone.
(Rogers and Hammerstein)

When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark;
At the end of a storm,
Is a golden sky and the,
Sweet silver song of a lark;

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho your dreams be tossed and blown;
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone;

Quoting Ollie Owl. The new health insurance bill.

Howcome I get the feeling that most of the tax money for
the new health insurance bill will eventually go to Congress's
favorite charity, themselves?

Quoting Ollie Owl. gettng what you asked for.

The American voters are now getting what they asked for; but, not what
they wanted. i.e. Geitner, Daschle, etc. The only change in the new
administration we will see are the faces. The Motto for the new
administration is the same as the previous administrations with one
minor change: "The fool and his money(what little is left) will soon
be parted".

Quoting Ollie Owl. The 2009 Superbowl commercials.

With a grandson who suffers from Asthma, I make everyone go
outside the house to smoke, including myself. When watching a
television program, I wait until the commercials come on to go
outside and smoke. During the recent Superbowl, I waited until
there was a lull during play to go outside and smoke so that I
could watch the commercials. Most Pro Football games are
decided in the final two minutes, that's when I really watch.

I noticed that this year's commercials had more sexual content,
violence, destruction and foreign products to hype.

I guess with the down turn in the economy, companies need to
resort to this to sell their products. To me, it shows the current
mentality of the American people.

Quoting Ollie Owl. The Sti-mongous Relief Pakage.

The Sti-humongous Relief Package is nothing more than throwing billions
of dollars into a leaking boat, that will eventually sink. Of course, the
Big Financial Interests will ensure the hole in the boat will be enlarged
and they will be there in their big yachts to scoop up the floating tax
money. Who is to blame for this? We the voters are for sending
the same old "Rip Off" crowd back to Congress. "Wake up America".
They're not even bothering to kiss us while they are raping us.
There is no difference between a Democrat, Republican or a so
called Independent, they are all "United" to divide the American
people.

Quoting Ollie Owl. "Get it quick while the getting is good".

For those who really think that their government is going
to do something constructive for them, may also be interested
in some high and dry swampland I will sell you at a bargain
price. The actions of the current Administration is no
different than the previous Administration. "Get it quick
while the getting is good".

Quoting Ollie Owl. Income Tax.

Income tax is nothing more than paying the government for
the privilege of allowing you to work. Who, then gives it
to those who don't want to work (Socialism). To the
government, it's their money, not yours and they can
do with it whatever they want. So too - the "TARP".

My America?. by Ollie Owl

Plucking the petals,
She loves me?,
She loves me not?;

Searching for answers,
To the reason,
For this earthly plot;

Lost in the reverie,
Of the magic tune;
Waiting for the outcome,
To the trickling flume;

Surrendering my pride,
To the one I hold dear;
Hoping change will come,
In the ensuing year;

Plucking the petals,
She loves me?,
She loves me not?;

Reality of consequence,
To take all of that,
In which I have got;

Quoting Ollie Owl. Freedom's Call.

"Freedom can never be destroyed as long as it remains in a person's mind; but, when
we surrender Freedom for the sake of Security, we have ourselves destroyed that
very thought". L. Donald Oliver.

Quoting Ollie Owl. Freedom Today.

"In today's society, freedom is the symptom of an individual's insanity".

Quoting Ollie Owl. Success.

Success is measured in how others love you for what you are rather than
for what you have!

Change Major College football system, by Ollie Owl

Proposal to change the entire major college football system:

First - Change the major college conferences to ten teams, increase the
schedule to thirteen games for each team.  There would be six major
conferences. ACC, Big East, Big 10, Big 12 (Conf name change), SEC, and Pac 10.
Each team in the conference would play each other for a total of nine games in
the conference.  The team with the best record would win the conference. No
conference playoff games in that each team in the conference would play an
additonal game each year.  The other four games could be schduled with the
customary push over games to gain revenue for the schools. Go back 10 years
and the teams that have the worst won-lost record would be dropped from
the each Conf in football only.  Update the Conference every five years. Those
teams dropped would still play a 13 game schedule. Each conference would have
a uniform tie-breaking rule.

The BCS system was initiated mainly, in my opinion, to increase revenue to the
conferences.

Second - Change the current National Championship system to a playoff system
using the Bowls, by using the consensus of the Writers, coaches and the Harris
polls to decide the top eight teams in the nation, no matter if they won their
conference or not.  Using the consensus of the three from 2008 final regular
season polls:  Florida, Oklahoma, Texas, Alabama, USC, PSU, Utah, Texas Tech.

By using this proposed system for 2008 the following bowl games would have
been played:

Orange Bowl - Florida vs Texas Tech
Outback Bowl*- Alabama vs USC
Rose Bowl - Oklahoma vs Utah
Capital One* - Texas vs Penn St.
*These bowls were used because they had the highest payouts from last year.

Sugar Bowl - The winner of the Florida/Texas Tech and the Alabama/USC games.
Fiesta Bowl - The winner of the Oklahoma/Utah and the Texas/Penn St. games.

Championship game - The winners of the sugar and the Fiesta Bowls.

Quoting Ollie Owl. Greed

"Greed always over rules Logic"!

JFK by Ollie Owl

It was in the Spring of 196l and I was a 21 year old sailor stationed at the Naval Air Station,
Jacksonville, Florida. The Commanding Officer of our unit aboard the station assigned me
to escort a Secret Service Agent to the top of our hanger. There was an important VIP landing
that day and boarding a helicopter for a flight to an Aircraft Carrier in the Atlantic Ocean.

When I had turned seventeen years old and still in high school, I joined the Naval Air Reserve. I had
a three year active duty commitment and went on active duty in May 1958. In the Fall of 1959 I wrote
a letter to a Senator urging him to run for president. In that letter I explain to him that I recently went on
active duty, was recently married and stated to him that I had joined the Navy not for the benefits, but
rather as the best way of serving my country. Although I know it was nothing more than pure
coincidence when he was inaugurated, when he made the now famous statement, "ask not what
your country can do for you, ask what you can do for you're country". But all through years I've thought
perhaps he or one of his speech writers may have read my letter and used it to write this statement. I will
always believe this.

After escorting the Secret Service Agent to the top of the hanger roof, where he searched the entire
roof. I ask him if it would be all right to stay on the hanger to see the President arrive. He was due
to arrive in a few minutes. He searched me and said it would be okay. Just below us was the tarmac
where we kept most of our aircraft tied down. They had all been moved to other sections of the Airfield.
There was a crowd of several hundred people behind a rope barrier waiting to greet the President.
He landed in Air Force One and taxied up to our tarmac. Departed from Air Force One, went over
to the crowd and shook several hands. Then he walked up to the Presidential Helicopter and as
he was boarding, JFK looked up at me and waved. At that time, no matter how small, I felt a
connection between us.