Abortion: The Big Communist CON Game
Nobody’s Opinion
Everybody is afraid to talk about it. Abortion. At the Trump rally in New York last week, that subject as far as I know, was not even touched on. Conservatives will never talk about it or dare to admit that everybody at sometimes in their lives, either had an abortion: (women) or talked a girlfriend or wife into one: “men.”
Why don’t they (we) talk about it? Because it’s a kill. You kill your own child, for whatever reason. So, NOBODY wants to admit it. At least it used to be among the boomers.
But abortion, to the democrats IS the most winning argument against President Trump…besides the fact that he’s Hilter, which by the way is ludicrous. HItler killed at least 10 million that we know of…Jews, and others…https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/article/documenting-numbers-of-victims-of-the-holocaust-and-nazi-persecution
Who has Trump killed? (0) At least he is on the side of life. Not so with the democrats, they want death.
Abortion IS death. Death to a life. https://youtu.be/1zpV5rzWXMA?si=XHJgE30mbSMkITkO
And the democrats support and actually praise the ability of a woman to kill her child, because let’s face it, even as an embroyo…it’s a human life. It will grow. So, how many “Humans” did abortions kill? According to the World Health Organization, around 73 million a year.
]https://www.who.int/news-room/fact-sheets/detail/abortion
So…Nobody Wonders: How did this abortion trend come about? Let’s see now…Nobody (that’s me) remembers:
Abortions were RARE before the 1950s. But in the 1960’s? We had the…get ready folks...the great sexual revolution! The media pushed it like it was the greatest thing to happens since the invention of the pill.
The feminist movement, was lead by the most boring writer to ever come out of a Hugh Hefner Bunny Farm, was Gloria Steinem Yes, women could have free sex JUST LIKE THE MEN! Cue in the Doors!
“Don’t you love her madly…want to be her daddy…don’t you love her as she’s walking out the door.”
Wow! Free sex! Once night stands! Orgies at Woodstock have now morphed into orgies at Burning Man. So what happened with all this sex? LOTS of women got pregnant! The guys were in their glory…one night stands became the norm and they didn’t have to marry the woman, or change diapers, or pay child support. And no fault divorce became the norm. Wow ladies…you were REALLY conned.
The leaders of the feminist movement came up with the repeated claim to all the women “It’s your body…your choice.” He has no say whatsoever. Ladies, I hate to tell you but the guys conned you again! Ha! You pay for your own abortion, and raise that kid all by yourself…only it cost more money than you could ever dream of. There goes your life. And the kids grow up without daddies? Not good.
So, YOU CAN HAVE A CAREER! Right. Bill Gates’s dad made a lot of money off of planned paranthood, and abortion factories were up and running, everywhere. Ching..ching..Ching.
Another insidous con: You will have NO man to let you stay home during the most formative years of that child, so you HAVE to work. And work. And do without. How wonderful is that?
In the meantime, many good and decent men were killed in Vietnam…why? Because the politicians told us that we had to stop the communists from coming over HERE.
Right. Sure.
No, while our men were dying over in Vietnam, they sent communism into OUR country.
Guess what? While we were losing a war over there, the communists were taking over our universities and our culture. AND sending in, with the help of our own CIA…DRUGS. Drugs were everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
The people saw the bloody and sad war every day on their TVs, and so they turned to drugs and free sex! Wow. Religion was considered baloney. Outdated: Marriage too. No sane women was going to be put under the thumb of a man. NO!
The generation that fought and won WWII..were devastated. The men took to the golf courses, the women played cards. And silently were shocked by their own children becoming hippies.
So, this stuff was right out of the communist’s playbook. First, take over the universities. Break up the family, get the woman INTO the work force so that the state has to take care of the kids, where they can be brainwashed with communist propaganda. (Read Hillary’s “It takes a Village”)— communism 101.
And by all means: Kill off as many men as possible. Women are much easier to control, because men will will fight. Video games: that will keep them busy.
But men…they will be a problem to the takeover…so, a war is the best way to get rid of them.
Which brings me back to the abortion. Because of all the abortions that took place from the sixties on, the western populations now are disappearing. The Muslim populations, where the man can have four wives are surpassing us. Their children are surpassing the West, and they are being driven into the West by our own Western leaders who are trying to replace all the aborted babies who were never born. Also, Muslims are not into democracy.
The rich have a LOT of kids. Have you ever seen George’W family?
How do you conquer the West? Destroy their economy, and make them kill off their babies. And now, the politicians have to come up with a plan: Mass immigration.
Rememeber when Bill Clinton said, “It’s the economy stupid!” He also recently addmitted that we needed to have more immigration to replace our dying one. (What? Bill? You agree with Elon Musk?)
And this is another topic they won’t touch. Why are all these women getting abortions? NOBODY will admit it.
“It’s the eonomy stupid.”
You cannot blame all these young unmarried women for getting abortions when they have low paying jobs, no husbands, and America is being bankrupted by every politician who loves their jobs. They tell themselves, “It’s not a fetus, it’s just a lump of cells, it’s not human yet..” That’s the only way they can kill their own baby and KNOW for the next 18 years she will be able to pay for her car, her food, her yearly upgrade on her IPHONE…yes.
They don’t care less about us. Push the porn, the sex…make SURE they keep getting pregnant because those doctors want that…what did that one doctor say? A lamborghini. (by the way, Cybertruck just beat one…LOL)
You think this wasn’t planned long ago?
You think this wasn’t a way to take down the West once and for all?
You think China has been planning this world takeover for a hundred years?
Nobody Knows, but what I suspect, many years from now, there are going to be a lot of lonely old women with no grandchildren to give her a reason for living…and they will all die from Covid 13.
You think getting an abortion is like going to the dentist?
Yeah, we need to start talking about it.
VOTE TRUMP!
(NOTE..I could NOT show on this site, pictures or video’s of a developing embroyo. or even of a pregnant woman. OR a VOTE TUMP sign)
THIS was truly scary to me. Which means, the elites do NOT want to encourage births. Or maybe it’s just WordPress…Google is not letting images be copied.
The Forbiden Fruit.
Nobody Knows.
What drives humanity to the point where we are today? May I make a suggestion of observation from a nobody from MissourI?
It’s the chase of all mankind to WANT the forbiden fruit. And he will do anything to get it.
It started when God told Adam and Eve “Do NOT eat the apple of knowledge.” No, this wasn’t Biden, or Gates, or even our American universities, this WAS GOD. And so, what did EVE do?
She took a bite. She just couldn’t help it. And then got ADAM to take a bite. For that they were kicked out being able to be invited to the parites on Epstiens’ Island. Okay, so they just got kicked out of paradise. And it was all HER fault. After that she couldn’t stop talking, another one of God’s punishments on man.
Moses had trouble with the proclivity of mankind to WANT the forbiden fruit. Men wanted other men’s wives…they got jealous of what other men had…and the women? Harlots. LOL… Okay…we don’t know. BUT if Moses had not brought down the Ten Commandments which CLEARLY stated that the forbiden fruit of another man’s property just could NOT function on his planet, who knows how mankind would have developed? GOD made them walk around until they all died and their kids replaced them, but the Ten Commandments stuck.
Wise rules those Ten Commandments. When everybody wants the forbidden fruits of another man’s property or wife, you have too many wars. Not good.
Now…did the desire for forbiden fruit go away? Hell no. The porn industry makes more money than the video game industry does…billions of dollars. And we all know Clinton could not refuse any plump and delicious fruit laid upon his White House table. It’s got to be hard on the men today…they are not even suppose to admit to any woman they want her forbiden fruit. LOL
For instance. I have a theory about religion and kids bought up in Catholic or Jewish schools. The concept of SIN is so great that to SIN becomes the delicious fruit one MUST simply do! That’s why the Catholics invented the confession…you could go and sin and be forgiven on Sunday. And boy, the dopamine rush knowing you were screwing your best friend’s wife. Mmmm…so full of “forbiden fruit.”
The sweetest of fruits if you can pull it off.
And Jews? I present Speilburg, Steven for that one. He traded in a perfectly nice Jewish girl for a blond from Missouri…actaully she went to my high school one grade behind me. Kate Capshaw. The Jews are always encourage to marry into the tribe. But that blond? Mmmm…mmm…mmm…(Elon Musk must have some Jewish in him….he went to both Catholic AND Jewish schools. He has the best of BOTH forbiden fruits…it is said that he prefers blonds and….and…12 kids? …..ha ha…speaking of proving my point—
When teenagers or kids are told NOT to do something….they usually do it right? My parents told me to NEVER go down the street to the lake when I was five. I did. And guess what? There were big gators in that lake. I sat on the shore and watch one about 12 feet away from me, watch me from the water when I was five.
Uh…yeah. He must have just ate.
Elon Musk (Can you tell I have a crush on that man) said that he was told he couldn’t go to his cousin’s birthday party, so he walked 14 miles to get there. Yeah. Not only that, another story is that he was told not to play with matches…so…he did! His father told him at 17 when he left for Canada that he would never amount to anything and he would be back in three months. Uh…we know how that story ended.
The forbiden fruit. Elon loves that fruit. And on that note, I think the forbiden fruit drives many an inventor who is told they cannot do something..and they do it JUST to prove everybody wrong.
It’s forbiden. To try something new. Thank God American’s founders were forbiden to live in freedom, they got mad, and said, well, we WANT that forbiden land you deny us…there you go.. America was born!
What’s my forbiden fruit? I’m on a diet and I can’t eat my favorite food: Glazed doughnuts.
I know. It’s not like Germany wanting the forbiden fruit of the world, or Soros wanting the forbiden fruit of America, or even China wanting the forbiden fruit of all of Africa. Or the U.N. wanting to rule us all, or Bill Gates wanting to be the most powerful man to rule the planet. All forbiden by the rest of humanity, so that makes it so much sweeter for them.
It’s just forbiden. I watched Sam Altman today, and the glean in his eye when he said he intended to take over the world with HIS A.I…forbiden fruit. Not something he should do, but he will try.
But think about it. In your lifetime how much forbiden fruit did YOU taste? Mmmmm?
Whether for good or bad, when a human is told they CAN’T have something…just watch.
It’s the challange of the forbiden fruit that got us thrown out of paradise. And frankly, in the end, I think we should thank Eve for saying Fuck it. I want a bite.
So, would we rather be on this earth where God condemed us? Or back in paradise with the snake?
You tell me.
Can I now have at least a cookie? Oatmeal? Wait…okay. Forbiden.
Elon Musk, Henry Adams,& Steve Jobs on Death
“I welcome the sweet release of death, but I would like to talk to my grandchildren before dying”
Elon Musk
Nobody Reads
I was having a hard time today, realizing I will never have grandchildren. I have a girlfriend who just had another grandchild, and she is only 40. Soon, I’ll be 72. I was thinking about the rest of my life today, and how little time I have left. I may live to be 100, or I could die next year. So many people on this planet don’t live as long as I have. Covid and war, took too many before their time. When you are young, or even in your 60’s, you don’t think about death.
But today, I read this in Henry Adam’s book “The Education of Henry Adams.”
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“The last lesson, the sum and term of education, began then. He had passed through thirty years of rather varied experience without having once felt the shell of custom broken. He had never seen nature, only her surface, the sugar coating that she shows to youth. Flung suddenly in his face, with the harsh brutality of chance, the terror of the blow stayed by him thenceforth for life, until repetition made it more than the will could struggle with more than he could call on himself to bear. He found his sister, a woman of forty, as gay and brilliant in the terrors of lock-jaw as she had been in the careless fun of 1859, lying in bed in consequence of a miserable cab accident that had bruised her foot. Hour by hour the muscles grew rigid, while the mind remained bright, until after ten days of fiendish torture she died in convulsions.
One had heard and read a great deal about death, and even seen a little of it, and knew by heart the thousand commonplaces of religion and poetry which seemed to deaden one’s sense and veil the horror. Society being immortal, could put on immortality at will. Adams being mortal, felt only the mortality at will. Death took features altogether new to him, in these rich and sensuous surroundings. Nature enjoyed it, played with it, the horror added to her charm., she liked the torture, and smothered her victim with caresses. Never had one seen her so willing. The hot Italian summer brooded outside, over the marketplace and the picturesque peasants, and, in the singular color of the Tuscan atmosphere, the hills and vineyards of the Appenines seemed bursting with midsummer blood. The sickroom itself glowed with the Italian joy of life: friends filled it: no harsh northern lights pierced the soft shadows: even the dying woman shared the sense of the Italian summer, the soft, velvet air, the humor, the courage, the sensual fullness of nature and man. She faced death, as women mostly do, bravely and even gaily, racked slowly to unconsciousness, but yielding only to violence as a solder sabred in battle.
(I skip a few lines here and continue)
For the first time, the stage scenery of the senses collapsed: the human mind felt itself stripped naked, vibrating in a void of shapeless energies, with resistless mass, colliding, crushing, wasting and destroying what these same energies had created and labored from eternity to perfect. Society became fantastic, a vision of pantomime with a mechanical motions: and its so called thought merged in the mere sense of life, and pleasure in the sense The usual anodynes of social medicine beam evident artifice. Stoicism was perhaps the best: religion was the most human: but the idea that any personal deity could find pleasure or profit in torturing a poor woman, by accident, with a fiendish cruelty known to man only in perverted and insane temperaments, could not be held for a moment. For pure blasphemy, it made pure atheism a comfort. God might be, as the Church said, a substance, but he could not be a Person.”
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Today I felt the pain of loss. I’d lost my mother, my father, my brother, my son, and two husbands, and was feeling quite alone. (The husbands are still alive) I thought of all the others out there who were alone, lonely, suffering…and I got a strange god wink from a friend.
A video tape I’d been wanting for some time.
During my darkest hour, he called me.
My sorrow lifted….while still there, I decided I needed to enjoy the blooming of the Missouri summer. I needed to save myself from my own pity. Okay. So I don’t have a family.
I…am…still alive. And still in the middle of summer’s softenss, as Adams puts it.
I can go outside and breathe the heavenly oxygen from my beloved trees. Who caress me with their splendor. And while I found a baby bird dead from its nest, the others were still chirping.
The flowers, the trees, the birds: life IS worth living, even in the thoughts of death. The thoughts of Why am I even here?
God has reason for me. And I hope, he shows me soon. As long as the wishes of seeing stars in the sky before I die, I will have hope. How can you NOT want to live, even if alone, on this magnificent planet called Earth?
And there’s another tech guy who gave some good advice, probably the best I’ve ever heard.
Steve Jobs, said this:
He nailed it.
And he gave us so much.
I don’t have much time left, but…well…a few more God winks and I’ll be human again. He gave me one today, in my darkest hour.
Wise men…Musk, Jobs, Adams. And God gave us THEM.
Is that not a reason to feel alive?
To Loot, or NOT to Loot?
Nobody Wonders….
One of the first things I learned in Sunday School, which most kids who go to Sunday school learn is: The 8th commandment: Thou shall not steal. That was so much imbedded in my young brain, that I thought if I stole, God would smite me down, I wouldn’t ever get to ever go outside to play, and I would NEVER get to have a Hostess Cupcake in my life ever again. And my brother would beat me up every day.
God replaced my parents as the ultimate punisher.
Because that message was put forth into my little Sunday School brain with such force, the only time I ever sole anything was…a piece of bubble gum. Yes, I was about seven, and after school my older brother and I would jump off the bus, and run to the store. A five and dime store.
We were on a mission for the highlight of our day after sitting in the boring schools.
I always had a dime to spend. My brother also. And this one afternoon, my brother was standing in front of the Superman comics and didn’t have his dime.
“Come ON!” he said to me.” I really want this Superman comic! Come on…let me have your dime, you don’t need it.”
I loved my brother, so I gave it to him. BUT…I also loved my biggest treat of the day which was Double Bubble gum. I still love Double Bubble gum. As I stood in front of the gum, I couldn’t help myself.
I stole one piece of Double Bubble gum. The rest of the day, I thought that God would smite me down: I had committed a most hostile acts of sin: I stole gum. And what’s worse, I knew my brother would never pay me back.
The next day, I went up to the store, after getting off the bus, and told the check-out man the great sin that I had committed, and gave him the money that I owed him. He laughed. And told me “It’s okay, keep your dime”…and he kept laughing.
Now, YOU might be laughing, and remembering all the stuff you stole in life. I have never EVER stolen a single thing in my life, so traumatized and so entranced was I by the Ten commandments, which may I add are the basis for Western Civilization’s laws. The Christian teachings of those laws helped formed the free market system of trust that made capitalism so fruitful.
Nobody likes to be cheated. In Muslim religion, they will cut off your hand.
(Can you imagine wondering what would happen to that Muslim kid if HE stole a piece of gum?)
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The thing should have been taken by stealth; if it was not taken by stealth, then the hand should not be cut off, such as when property has been seized by force in …(mmmm…so they will cut your hand off if you steal some clothes, but NOT if you steal land?)
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Stealing in Japan is a serious offense. There are cameras everywhere.
Stealing in China? Depending on the crime, years in prison.
Stealing in the United States: Why, if you black, it’s “Hey, it’s okay…you’re black!” When Obama became president, we watched so much being stolen from so many flash mobs at Walmart’s, Drugs stores, And just about everywhere you go. Stealing cigars? You become a hero. Then there’s the glorifying stealing cars in our movies and video games… Why stealing is now endorsed as a pretty exciting thing.
Letting the punishments of stealing merchandise or even elections, has destroyed half the country. Thousands of stores have closed down all across our nation because the stores could not bear the costs. California passed a law saying that you can’t even stopped the thieves, or YOU will suffer.
So how did this happen?
Kids just aren’t learning morals from Sunday School. Moses, whatever you may think of him, was pretty smart in demanding that everyone obey God’s law. Which made perfect sense for a people to not fight among selves and prosper.
And how about the biggest thief of all? Governments now, steal from us daily. They are the biggest thieves, and they have made it a permanent business to steal as much as they can, and suck as much money as they can from the poor.
But not only the poor. If you are rich and they don’t like you…they come after your money.
Look what they just did to Elon Musk? One judge stole what…$56 billion of his hard-earned money?
ONE LOUSEY JUDGE? That judge should be put in jail for life.
One thing I have noticed though. I had a lot of my Catholic friends, were raised with the Ten Commandments. And when I told them my story, they laughed and didn’t believe it. Then they bragged about how much stuff they stole when they were kids. And they thought nothing of it. They thought I was lying.
So why? It’s my opinion that the Catholics were always forgiven of their ‘sins’ in the confession, which gave them permission to go out and sin the next week: and sin became all the more sweeter.
Because, God would forgive them, no matter what.
I could be wrong…but there IS right and wrong, and stealing is wrong. No matter whether its among friends, among people, even among animals. And parents should teach the kids when very young,
Thou shoal not steal.
Why not? Everybody does it…says the child.”
Because how would you feel if I stole your new bike? You could tell them.
And what do we do now that the churches are being destroyed all over the world?
Our government is stealing its citizens future and selling us off to the highest bidder.
Communists know: you kill religion first. The rest will fall like ripe fruit on the vine.
It’s up to us now: To teach the young. Stealing is not good. And what happens to a nation that allows this to go on?
God or no god. It’s just plain stupid.
Nobody Flashes the Clydesdales
Nobody Flashes,
Being as I was raised around these beauties, because Augie Busch brought them here from his homeland, and made them his logo, I’m posting them today. He loved them, and so did all of St. Louis.
Sometimes, when I need a lift, I remember, God has made many a beautiful creation. And this was one of his finest.
The first time I ever got close to one of these magnificent horses, I felt such awe— as if God was staring me right in the face and saying…”You looking at me?”
OMG, I am not worthy, to even stand before you…I thought to myself. Sometimes, nature and god are so intertwined that it’s hard to even stand in their presence.
Gentle, yes poweful.
Anyway, enjoy…the majesty of one of God’s greatest creations. (And man’s good grace who keeps them coming.)
Is it God? Neil and Michio
Nobody Flashes that Nobody Knows
I like to listen to these two try to explain GOD. Tyson is not the intellect of Michio, but he loves to hear himself think out loud, and yes, he really messed up the Pluto question, and is an Obama follower, so right there, you HAVE to question his logic on most anything.
Yes, yes, discuss God, but I think the big mistake they all make is thinking God is “Human.”
Ha ha ha ha…Okay. If he is, that would explain a lot of those hurricanes, or even Nadler.
God…just is. We all feel it. Like you feel the end of your toe.
To me, it’s easy to come to the conclusion that science can fit perfectly with God.
And why the great intellects can’t get it, is because it’s just too simple. (Not to mention they love to pontificate.)
Anyway, it’s Sunday. Enjoy!
(P.S. I love the way Michio makes everybody know he thought up String Theory. It’s smart to make sure everybody know your successes, right Mr. President?)
Science Leads to God…
Nobody Flashes on a Sunday
All you have to do is just take a small thing like the human body, and how ALL of its parts have to work in such perfect symphony, and then like this man says, add to that the fact that the whole universe goes by the same beautiful coordination, and you must come to the realization that most everything in existence did NOT happen in random accidents.
I love these videos.
Enjoy. And have a great Sunday!
Gerald Schroeder Explains God
Nobody Flashes
I myself am getting a big kick out of all the video’s on YouTube that give regular scientists, and other people a stab at explaining “God.” I hope you are curious, too, like me.
So, here is Gerald Schroeder, a scientist that I’m not familiar with, but he gives a very fun explanation of why the Bible’s version of “God” is scientifically proven.
Richard Feynman would love this guy. Surrounding the Big Bang is…nothing.
And that nothing is…the creator…says Gerald Schroeder. Okay, why not?
Anyway, it’s Sunday. And I say, if God made Gerald Schroeder, we should all ask for more of his fine work.
Enjoy!
The Impossible Pattern Has a Name
Nobody’s Opinion
In the movie Rain Man, Dustin Hoffman plays a autistic savant. In one scene, a box of toothpicks is spilled on the floor, and in just a few seconds, Ray (Dustin’s character) knows the exact amount that are on the floor. He see patterns where others do not. 
A dear friend of mine got me to thinking about “patterns” ..and I was wondering: maybe we could try to apply this human ability of seeing patterns to why some people “see” a God, and others do not.
There are patterns in nature, all around us. The embryo of a fetus, resembles the embryo of a star. Music is very mathematical. The spiral patterns of seashells resembles a hurricane. 
So, Nobody Suggests that the people that recognize God, see the patterns. People that don’t…just don’t see it. They don’t see God anywhere, therefore, he doesn’t exist. They explain the resemblances to being an evolutionary process, without any cause. They see the patterns as merely coincidences.
But there are coincidences, and there are synchronicities. Synchronicities are not the same as coincidences. For instance, Nobody Thinks about the mathematical impossibilities of certain events, which are mistaken for coincidences. 
Nothing can explain some things. Nothing. (Men having nipples for one.)
When I posted that video of the little bird falling down on Josh Williams guitar, (see a few posts back) most everyone who sees that video..without giving it a second thought…just got a laugh. Well, that event happens all the time, right?
Nope. Ask anyone who has been around birds. Wild birds do NOT sit patiently on the back of guitars and get petted and even sing along. They fly away. You can train birds that have been born in captivity to stand on your hand, even give them commands, but it takes a long time.
Birds by nature, don’t sit and sing on guitars..I had this happen to me once:
One of my dearest friends in high school was a girl named Shelly. After high school, I lost all contact with everyone, but not Shelly. Her parents divorced and she moved with her mother to Los Angeles.
So we wrote letters. For years, and years I would go and visit her in California, and she would come back to St. Louis to see her dad. I could always count on her to be there for me. She was smart, and funny, and looked like a movie star at times. 
Then…one very sunny summer day, I walked outside my house, and my beloved very healthy crabapple tree had split in two. There had been no storm. There was no reason at all for it, and since I’m a big tree lover I got very upset about it. An hour later, I got a call from Shelly’s brother in California telling me that a few hours ago, Shelly went into an epileptic fit, and they found a brain tumor…she had only months to live. Now…did these two very unrelated incidences have a connection? Many would say…nope.
Shelly didn’t exactly have the best life—she got into drugs, prostitution, and later married and divorced, so when she came down with a brain tumor in her late thirties, I was devastated.
She kept her usual sunny attitude throughout the whole thing.
When Shelly came back to St. Louis to die, I got to spend some time with her…and when she was on her deathbed, I told her how beautiful she was, and I said, “Shelly…send me a sign, okay? Send me a sign.” She smiled, and looked at me..but I’m not sure that she heard me.
The two ladies taking my orders were fascinated by the story of my friend, and then, one of them just started…screaming.
“Oh my god…it’s a bird!”
Sure enough, they had left the back door of the store open, and in flew a bird from all the way to the front of the store.
It wasn’t just any bird. It was a bright red Cardinal. 
While these two women were panicking, I went over and saw the bird was on the floor. I put my hand down and it …hopped right up into my hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do–like I was its best friend.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I said..”Look! Isn’t he beautiful? It’s a cardinal!”
I held the bird in my open palm now…and the ladies gathered around me..believe it or not still scared of it. So, after about ten minutes of talking to it, and trying to calm THEM down.. I said, ” Well, I’m going to take it out back.”
That bird stayed in my hand as I walked out the back door, which was not exactly a short walk.
Outside there was a huge lawn of grass with just one tree. I didn’t want to put in down on the ground for fear of cats. So I went up to the lowest branch of the tree, and held it up trying to get it to hop off… and…the darn bird would not get off my hand.
I thought this was just too strange. I could tell it wasn’t “shocked.” I’ve had parakeets my whole life, so birds are no stranger to me. By this time I started talking to it.
I tried putting him on the grass. By this time, a good thirty minutes had passed and my mother was waiting for me in the car with the dogs. I pushed the bird onto the grass, and it was still standing there looking at me as I walked around the store to the parking lot. I must admit, I thought about taking it home.
I told my mother about the incident, and got worried. What if that bird did not fly away? So, I went back to the spot where I had left it…it was gone.
At Shelly funeral the next day, there, at her head was my big beautiful bouquet of red carnations. In the mist of about fifty bouquets, the flower ladies had done me proud. It was perfect.
Now..I know this sounds simplistic. But the odds of a red bird flying into a store and getting on the palm of my hand and staying there, while I was ordering flowers for my friend, are about 10 trillion to one.
So, what in nature could there possible be that would prove to the living that some form of life goes on after death? Was that from a “God?” Or was that, which was too mathematically impossible— just a coincidence?
The question of a higher power that cannot be seen has been on the minds of philosophers since man began–still the earth is filled with more people that see the patterns of “god” then ones that do not.
You don’t have to be a savant to recognize the “patterns” of god. In fact, in “Philosophy for Dummies” the author Tom Morris, whose book proves to you that he knows just about as much as the search for god, through our brightest minds in history, makes up his own mind…
At the end of the book, he presents all the great mind’s contemplations, and comes to his own conclusion from a pattern he sees in his own daughter. A sign. And he presents this quote:
If a tree falls in a forest and there is no one around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Evolution are patterns of God. Just a small part of God’s many trees…God’s tree fall in the forest every day…but some just don’t hear them.
Some of history’s most intelligent men believed in God: Einstein, Edison…and even Darwin. Our eyes limit what we can see: Nobody can see God..but if no one is around to hear him, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist does it?
Nobody Thinks he exists in the synchronicities all around us…all you have to do is…see the patterns…The Rain Man knows…they are there.
Knocking on the Atheist’s Door
Nobody’s Fool
“No John, ” I said to my friend as he was lying in the hospital bed. “You would be surprised to know that I’m not in disagreement with you…it’s just that, religion brings great comfort to so many people…you must know that?”
My 73-year-old very liberal friend, John, was getting so upset, that the beeper on the machine that was hooked up to his arms, started beeping. John shouted, “That’s annoying!”and pushed the button hard with his fist to call the nurse. He had surgery the day before to replace a kneecap.
Add that knee surgery to his past triple bypass, gallbladder removal, prostate cancer, and diabetes, and you have a man who is not exactly in good shape.
But when he looks in the mirror, he sees a vibrant young stud. Always will. And I have NO idea how he pulls off that little trick. To me, he looks just this side of George Burns without the sense of humor.
You see, John had never gotten married, because, he …loved sex. Hooked on it in fact. When we first met(at a library computer class) he would brag about his past and all he would talk about was…sex…how many thousands of girls he had…bedded. He was 60 at the time. It was driving him crazy that it was getting harder and harder for him to pick up the usual two or three women he was accustomed to. To him, the good old days of four girls a night were heaven.
To me, he was just a very lonely old soul. No wife, no children,…and he sold water faucets. Traveling salesman. Spending his life in cars. I would have crashed myself long ago into a ditch if I had been him, but he liked it. I can only imagine what he spent his money on, because all he had to show for his single life was a nice car and a condo.
I hadn’t seen him in ten years and within five minutes I was already getting lectured on the “weak” minded people who believe in god. Those people, like that damn Jerry Falwell, they have ruined the world..he said.
John is a very proud atheist. To him, anyone who believes in God is not as brilliant, or as strong as he is.
Strong was the word he used, and it was how he felt about himself.
“Well, Obama today is talking about God.”I said. “The Democrats are ALWAYS preaching in Churches.” Okay, I shouldn’t have said that. John is a liberal, and I was just about to find out…how he started down the path of how he became his wonderful enlightened liberal self.
It was in high school. He was only fifteen and he basically broke his virginity with a sixteen-year -old foreign exchange student from Sweden. It was there he learned how to look at the world. She taught him that what he was raised to believe in, was bull. This lead him to a life of hedonism that served the one purpose…himself, and his sexual needs.
Even though I have not seen John since I met him so long ago,he would write me emails telling me how lonely he was…searching for a woman. I had no illusions about it, his body was falling apart and there was no one to take care of him in his old age. John, was realizing that he needed someone to grow old with.
He showed me a picture of his new Swedish girlfriend. She was a doctor, 62 years old. He had met her online, and she was in great shape and by all accounts a beautiful woman.
He even had a picture of her when she was sixteen. There was one picture that was not exactly the best, and it galled me when he said, “Oh..that’s a terrible picture.”
That’s a godless man for you. Ugly old man, making a remark about a sixty -year old beautiful face.
You see, John had never gotten married, because, he …loved sex. Hooked on it in fact. When we first met he would brag about his past and all he would talk about was…sex. He was 60 at the time.
And now, he finally found someone.
“She was just screwing around with me when she got my email.” he said. “I told her I knew her little village well, and she didn’t believe me. She thought I was lying.”
But for once in his lying life, John wasn’t lying. I can only imagine the hundreds of past trailing tears laying ribbons of despair after John was sexually through with them. When I reminded him that he must have lied in his life with so many girls, he said that was in the 70’s: Everybody lied.
Evidently this woman had been lied to, and was careful with her heart. John was truly surprised that she didn’t trust men.
“Oh..so people actually LIE in Sweden too” I said? “Is there an epidemic of lying that we don’t know about?” Insinuating that in his European utopia, people weren’t perfect.
John doesn’t get my sense of humor.
“Well John, I think there is some higher power.” I said, “Because there are things in this life, miracles if you wish to call them, that happen every single day and mathematically speaking, the odds are against it..without something else causing it.”
“For instance, what are the odds, that you would meet the perfect woman for you? One who doesn’t want to get married (he hates the institution)—who lives in the most beautiful town in the world, that you loved as a soldier, in a country which has high taxes (he thinks we need to be taxed more) who has perfect breasts (so important to him) and body. She’s your idea of the perfect blond, and on top of all that, she’s a doctor! You are in such bad shape, you’d be lucky to get a nurse for a girlfriend, but a doctor?”
“What are the odds that just by chance you would met this doctor on the internet?”
Well, I may not know calculus, but It doesn’t take much of a brain to see that the odds are like 1 million to 1, and if you saw John, you’d say, I was short a few billion.
To me, this selfish, moronic, and pathetic lonely soul lying in this bed was sent a miracle today by God. A real woman to finally love him in his old age. God is giving John one last chance of happiness. He should hurry as fast as a plane can carry him and go get this woman, and live his days out as a happy liberal in Sweden. 
BUT…she has a son.
“Personally, I think he should not be living with her, after all, he’s 21.”
John, doesn’t really want the 21 year old around.
There you go.
God knocks on many doors…and some just don’t care to hear it. Will John open door number One? Or door number two?
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
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