No God in Tennessee AMEN

 I am posting this message that has been circulated around the world for many years because I feel it is what everyone should be thinking, talking and praying about on our Thanksgiving day here in America.  
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No God in Tennessee AMEN  

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Urban Legends & the rest say this is the real deal.  In fact the principal of the high school has been asked for “reprints” of his speech.  

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http://www.snopes.com/politics/religion/mcloud.asp 

http://www.truthorfiction.com/jodymccloud/ 

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At a Tennessee Football Game---not a joke. Christianity is now the target of persecution... THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS! GOD BLESS EVERYONE WHO READS THIS AND PASSES IT ON.  

     

I FIND IT INTERESTING THAT A HIGH SCHOOL PRINCIPAL CAN SEE THE PROBLEM, BUT OUR SOCIETY CANNOT. Tennessee Football This is a statement that was read over the PA system at the football game atRoane County High School, Kingston, Tennessee, by school principal, Jody McLeod   

     

"It has always been the custom at Roane County High School football games, to say a prayer and play the National Anthem, to honor God and Country."   

     

Due to a recent ruling by the Supreme Court, I am told that saying a Prayer is a violation of Federal Case Law. As I understand the law at this time, I can use this public facility to approve of sexual perversion and call it "an alternate life style,"and, if someone is offended, that's OK.   

     

I can use it to condone sexual promiscuity, by dispensing condoms and calling it, "safe sex." If someone is offended, that's OK.   

     

I can even use this public facility to present the merits of killing an unborn baby as a "viable" means of birth control." If someone is offended, no problem...   

     

I can designate a school day as "Earth Day" and involve students in activities to worship religiously and praise the goddess, "Mother Earth", and call it "ecology.."   

     

I can use literature, videos and presentations in the classroom that depicts people with strong, traditional Christian convictions as "simple minded" and "ignorant" and call it "enlightenment.."   

     

However, if anyone uses this facility to honor GOD and to ask HIM to bless this event with safety and good sportsmanship, then Federal Case Law is violated.   

     

This appears to be inconsistent at best, and at worst, diabolical. Apparently, we are to be tolerant of everything and anyone, except GOD and HIS Commandments.   

     

Nevertheless , as a school principal, I frequently ask staff and students to abide by rules with which they do not necessarily agree. For me to do otherwise would be inconsistent at best, and at worst, hypocritical. I suffer from that affliction enough unintentionally. I certainly do not need to add an intentional transgression.   

     

For this reason, I shall "Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's," and refrain from praying at this time.   

      

"However, if you feel inspired to honor, praise and thank GOD and ask HIM, in the name of JESUS, to bless this event, please feel free to do so .. As far as I know, that's not against the law--yet."    

     

One by one, the people in the stands bowed their heads, held hands with one another and began to pray.   

     

They prayed in the stands. They prayed in the team huddles. They prayed at the concession stand and they prayed in the Announcer's Box!   

    

The only place they didn't pray was in the Supreme Court of the United States of America- the Seat of "Justice" in the "one nation, under GOD."   

     

Somehow, Kingston, Tennessee,remembered what so many have forgotten. We are given the Freedom OF Religion, not the Freedom FROM Religion Praise GOD that HIS remnant remains!   

     

JESUS said,"If you are ashamed of ME before men, then I will be ashamed of you before MY FATHER.."   

    

If you are not ashamed, pass this on.   

    

I'm not one bit ashamed to pass this on, are you?   

    

THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS! GOD BLESS EVERYONE WHO READS THIS AND PASSES IT ON.         
       

         

Lost Words From Our Childhood

 

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Words gone as fast as the buggy whip!  Sad really!  The other day a not so elderly lady (65) said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said what the heck is a Jalopy?  OMG (new phrase) he never heard of the word jalopy!!  So they went to the computer and pulled up a picture from the movie "The Grapes of Wrath."  Now that was a Jalopy!  She knew she was old but not that old.  

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I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle ...  

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WORDS AND PHRASES REMIND US OF THE WAY WE WORD by Richard Lederer.    

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About a month ago,  I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.  These phrases included Don't touch that dial, Carbon copy, You sound like a broken record and Hung out to dry.  A bevy of readers have asked me to shine light on more faded words and expressions, and I am happy to oblige.   

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Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie.  We'd put on our best bib and tucker and straighten up and fly right.  Hubba-hubba!  We'd cut a rug in some juke joint and then go necking and petting and smooching and spooning and billing and cooing and pitching woo in hot rods and jalopies in some passion pit or lovers lane.  Heavens to Betsy!  Gee whillikers!  Jumping Jehoshaphat!  Holy moley!  We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill.  Not for all the tea in China!   

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Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell?  Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers.  Oh, my aching back.  Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.   

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Like Washington Irving's Rip Van Winkle and Kurt Vonnegut's Billy Pilgrim, we have become unstuck in time.  We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, “I'll be a monkey's uncle!” or “This is a fine kettle of fish!” we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.  Poof, poof, poof go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind.  We blink, and they're gone, evanesced from the landscape and wordscape of our perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys, candy cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an organ grinder’s monkey.    

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Where have all those phrases gone?  Long time passing.  Where have all those phrases gone?  Long time ago: Pshaw.  The milkman did it.  Think about the starving Armenians.  Bigger than a bread box.  Banned in Boston.  The very idea!  It's your nickel.  Don't forget to pull the chain.  Knee high to a grasshopper.  Turn-of-the-century.  Iron curtain.  Domino theory.  Fail safe.  Civil defense.  Fiddlesticks!  You look like the wreck of the Hesperus.  Cooties.  Going like sixty.  I'll see you in the funny papers.  Don't take any wooden nickels.  Heavens to Murgatroyd!  And awa-a-ay we go!  Oh, my stars and garters!  It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter had liver pills.  This can be disturbing stuff, this winking out of the words of our youth, these words that lodge in our heart's deep core.  But just as one never steps into the same river twice, one cannot step into the same language twice.  Even as one enters, words are swept downstream into the past, forever making a different river.   

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We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeful times.  For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age.  We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory.  It's one of the greatest advantages of aging.  We can have archaic and eat it, too.    

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Where have those words gone?  
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See ya later, alligator!