I realized the other day that I have not posted to my blog in almost a year. That is pathetic for someone that used to blog almost daily! I recently paid for another year on this server, so I’m going to make the most of it. I will be posting regularly. It may not be groundbreaking content, but it will be something during this trying time.
Until then, continue to follow the Wuhan sheep.
On Saturday, I headed over to an anual car show at Victory Baptist Church in Easley, South Carolina. They had a great turnout and it was a great show. I think everyone won something and had a great time.
It was a normal time after work. I get off of work early in the afternoon but go in before dawn. One of the running lights for the ’66 VW Beetle was out. This, in and of itself, is not a big deal, but because of the way the beetle is wired, the bulb being out caused the running light in the tail light to be out as well. Or, so I thought.
So, with an empty stomach and some built up angst, I headed to my local auto parts store. I handed the young lady at the front desk the old bulb. She squinted and asked, “Is this for a Flashlight?”.
“Would I be coming to an auto parts store to look for a flashlight bulb?” I asked with angst.
“Well, sir, you never know what people are looking for”, she replied in a snarky tone.
She was actually very helpful once we got past my impatience for stupidity and her temper. She got me the right bulb and I was off again.
I came back home, installed the bulb , turned on the running lights. The passenger side worked, but yet again, the drivers side was still out, front and back! I was livid. I had installed new H4 Halogen lights with LED turn signals on Friday. That is when all of this started. Then, as if God himself was speaking to me, “The lights are fused left and right, dummy”.
Perhaps when wiring up the new lights on Friday, I had inadvertently crossed a wire, causing a fuse to blow? So, I started checking the fuses, one by one. There are only 8 torpedo fuses, so it didn’t take long to find the culprit. There it was, staring me in the face. All of my worries in a simplistic piece of copper wrapped around a ceramic base.
I steadfastly looked around for another fuse to no avail. I’ll just run up to the store and get another one, I thought whilst jumping into my truck and heading back up to the auto parts store. I went in the door and was greeted with and smile, and a question, “You’re back?”
“Just hunting a fuse. I will be out of your hair in no time.” I replied, as I made my way towards the fuses. I looked all over for the Bosch style fuses. They didn’t have any out, so I asked my new best friend. She looked and looked. They couldn’t even order them. It’s an effing fuse, I thought, as I left.
After that major waste of time, I called another auto parts store and the clerk had no clue what I was talking about and told me to call someone else. So, in a last ditch effort, I called O’Reilly’s not expecting a different result. The young lad on the other end had no clue what I was talking about, but he said, “Let me Google this, so that I can see what you’re talking about”. I knew that I had someone I could work with!
The lad came back after way too long listening to 80’s elevator music. “I have 8AMP, 16AMP, and 25AMP”. I felt at this point that I had already won the lottery. The kid actually knew what I was talking about! But, I was trying to withhold my excitement, because he could be mistaken. I told him I would be right over there to pick them up.
It took forever during the worst traffic of the day to get there, but as soon as I got parked, I headed in and found the redheaded lad I’d been talking to over the phone. He took me straight over to the fuses, and there in their glowing glory were the fuses I had been looking for for what seem like hours. He rang me up for several packs of fuses. I ran out and did the victory dance in the parking lot.
The literal hell a man has to go through to get a fuse. I came home, installed the missing fuse, and it works perfectly. The moral of the story is to trust the Irish. It took a redhead lad at “O’Reilly’s” to get me what I needed. Also, have faith. 🙂
In 2015 the CDC reported that 188 out of every 1000 live births were aborted/terminated. There are 49 reporting areas (the District of Columbia [DC]; New York City; and 47 states, [excluding California, Maryland, and New Hampshire]. If California, Maryland, and New Hampshire reported to the CDC, the number could be much higher. Think about it. Almost 20% of all pregnancies in the United States are terminated.
The unborn child is murdered. That’s what has to happen. Whether you believe that it is a child at the point of conception or a clump of cells, it’s still murder! Do you understand partial birth abortions? Do you understand what they they do to the child that is partially out of it’s mothers womb? Look it up!
If you murder someone in a western nation, you have a right to a defense lawyer. In the United States and other western nations, if you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed to you by the state. The unborn do not have a lawyer! The state affords them nothing! They have no rights in modern society!
What if one of the estimated 20-50 million aborted babes could’ve grown up and discovered a cure for cancer? My best friend growing up had epilepsy and several other issues. When he was a baby, the doctors told his young parents that he wouldn’t ever be able to do anything on his own and would be a drain on them and society.
His parents put him up for adoption in 1968, before the era of Roe v. Wade, and a loving couple, the husband a veteran, adopted him and another young boy. From the second grade until his death in 2001, he was my best friend. He married and divorced twice, worked every single day he could, and he lived on his own.
He contributed to society; in fact, society changed because of him. My life was forever changed because of him. He had bad seizures and had learning disabilities but was absolutely brilliant with numbers, a savant, really.
He could memorize books like a robot. I, still to this day, have not met anyone that could recite literature from any page in a book like he could do.
If his parents could’ve had him aborted, the world would be a lot dimmer today. He, along with my own family, taught me that I could do anything and to never use a disability as a crutch. Ne never did!
On February 4th, Senator Ben Sasse(R., Neb.), called for unanimous consent to put S.311 (A bill to amend title 18, United States Code, to prohibit a health care practitioner from failing to exercise the proper degree of care in the case of a child who survives an abortion or attempted abortion.) on the floor of the Senate, but the only democrat on the floor that evening objected to the bill. Per rule 14 of Senate rules, it was read for a second time on February 5th, but it has been pushed further up the Senate calendar. Senator Sasse introduced this bill or a similar one in 2017. All it does is protect the life of the child if it SURVIVES the abortion attempt. Medical practitioners at abortion clinics, doctors offices, or hospitals would be legally bound to provide the child all the rights and privileges that we all take for granted every day. It is a sad day in America, when we have to legally make people do what is morally and ethically right!
45 Senators, all Republican, have cosponsored this bill, yet not one democrat has bothered to cosponsor it. I would be shocked if they did! Why would they? Even the decent democrats are worried about their voter base and the implications of voting on such a bill. If the democrats would spend more time explaining to their constituents the meaning behind such bills and how it is not at all anti abortion, but anti murder after birth.
As it stands now in several states, if a baby survives a botched abortion, he or she is left to die…alone with no attempt to assist in the viability of the child. That’s what this bill protects. It ensures that if a baby does indeed survive a botched abortion, everyone involved must take whatever measures necessary to ensure the babies survival from that point forward.
If you were in a car wreck and your heart stopped due to impact on your chest, would you not want the emergency medical team to use measures to bring you back to life? The unborn have no voice. Will you not stand for them? Will you not be their lawyer? Will you not stand in defense of them and their right to life? I will! At the very least, you could take five minutes and call your Senator and ask them to support this bill.
If you’ve made it this far, let me ask you to please read one verse, Jeremiah 1:5, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”. (In this verse the LORD is talking to Jeremiah, but if you believe in God at all, you can surely understand from this one verse that God did indeed know Jeremiah before he was formed, as he did you and the millions of babies that have been aborted by nefarious means.
If you have something to say and don’t want to say it publicly, you can use the Contact page to get in touch with me. Thank you for reading this post. May we all speak for those who cannot speak and stand for those that cannot stand.
Lakes of soft crimson, brown, and yellow ripple at the feet.
Every leafy descent, a hypnotic beat,
Observed by the discerning few,
As the World waves bye to the morning dew.
Barren sun lined limbs lie in a cluster,
Hopes whiff and twirl with every bluster,
Startled birds begin to shuffle and jeer,
For they know winter will be long this year.