I used to be a Dem and Rep, myself. I’ve spoken with the WH twice this afternoon (WH Press Office) I am trying to make peace with a focus on North America – I believe Stormy and Syrian news items should take low priority – we , the US, needs to direct more attention domestically and with the Country of Cuba; consider the US Monroe Doctrine!
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Washington, D.C. (Easter Week 2018) – Alleged Christian Donald J. Trump is now declaring new wars in three continental fronts: East Asia, Central America, and the Middle East – versus Red China, Syria, and ‘caravans’ of North and South Americans headed north, supposedly to work in agricultural jobs that U.S. citizens will not do.
The renewed ‘Tariff War’ targeted at the socioeconomics of over one billion people may be the toughest to win. Those that know history recall bankruptcies as well as lost ‘military’ battles the U.S. has waged against immigration and Middle East people.
Those that understand American government see irony of how any President can declare war without an act of Congress.
Also remarkable is, as the National Director of National Security (DHS), a.k.a. Homeland [no relation to German Nazis] described, no details to the White House Press Corp how, when, why, and at what financial cost the southwest border war will entail.
Perhaps it would help if presidential advisors would provide planning assistance for the federal government?
More planning and less tweeting may improve the United States’ odds of winning any international conflict?!?
As my old friend Bob would say, “Lord have mercy!”
Timing in sports, stand-up comedy, business, cooking, and international politics is very important. May the Lord spare US from three losses, poor jokes, bankruptcy, world disasters, death, and another burned pot roast.
Eight Dimensions of Health & Wellness:
Now we realize (wisdom coming with aging) that proper ergonomics increase human performance and productivity, while decreasing workplace accidents. Now then, imagine a senior citizen who is well-past their prime and measurable athletic performance years. Ergonomics for seniors becomes serious business to prevent injury, perform daily tasks, and to heal from surgery.
As the body and bones become frail seniors are open for accidents, and many of the slips and falls they have result in huge problems such as broken hips, knee surgeries or wrist injuries. A senior with a wrist injury may stop brushing their teeth, or stop eating certain foods or taking their medicine as they cannot open the jars or bottles. They may stop sending emails and get depressed as they are unable to email family and friends.
is why it is so important to be aware of these things and act accordingly. They will need shower seats, special handles in the bathroom, bottle and can openers, and a comfortable supportive reading chair. These are critical issues although they seem so obvious to us. Until you’ve had an injury or been without the use of a limb, you do not understand, but they should not have to go through the pain or hardship because you didn’t notice.
Often seniors do not wish to complain or admit they are having problems with things, they want you to not worry and they wish to continue their independence, but please it is up to you to talk with them and ask them about these things. It’s amazing what a few simple things can do to improve their quality of life.
Vice President Joe Biden and his father have identified four kinds of American politics:
In a concerted effort to get everyone involved and cooperating on-the-same-page, the Vice President [and I wish Joe would become our 45th President] has coined a “Moon Shots Program” for the Cancer Community.
This Cancer Community appears to be operating in its own individualist self-interest. If only researchers, doctors/oncologists, colleges and foundations, patients and their codependents and helpers, philanthropists, and others would work together to find cures for many types of cancer, we Americans who suffer – and the human race – would be better off.
Joe is not far off by comparing the American effort during the 1960s to a current emphasis on cancer solutions and prevention for our current decade, which has only four years remaining.
The urgency is now to get egos and financial incentives directed toward non-selfish results . . . and hurry before my best friend dies!
As national champion Coach Jimmy Valvano said weeks before his death, “Don’t give up, don’t ever give up!”
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Woodside, California U.S.A.
Too bad he cannot run for president again.
Obama was good at running away from Republicans, too.
America does have a choice in this election: Vote Libertarian or Green Party
Reno gets what it deserves… a series of earthquakes today on Christmas Eve, Eve.
The so-called “Catholic Charities of Northern Nevada” are not a Roman Catholic organization any longer. Run by bureaucrats and funded by federal, state, Washoe County, Douglas County, City of Reno, City of Sparks funds, and private charitable contributions from well-meaning Americans and others just looking for an income tax write-off.
Please give the needy what they need. Solutions, not excuses and half-baked ideas.
RENO (Nevada) ! Oh the way they treat houseless people is disgusting… the ghetto on Record Street, created by the Reno City Council, is a joke!
Catholic Charities USA in Reno Nevada is NOT A CATHOLIC ORGANIZATION but a group collecting federal, state, local, and private donations to cover their “administrative costs” and serve those god-awful lunches at St. Vincent’s Dining Room (no relation to St. Vincent of the Society of St. Vincent de Paul (headquartered in the Archdiocese of St. Louis)… ‘come on, man!
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The late winter period in Reno was close to hell on earth. The city has a terrific ghetto that includes three dining rooms and three shelters on Record Street.
During his nine and a half months of homelessness, by faith and Christian practice he has survived. Fortitude, prayer, and attempting to live like a saint was difficult. How in the world did he make it through it all? By dealing with chronic illnesses, mental anguish, sleep apnea, physical pain, and keeping God first in his life.
Similarly to his patron saint, St. Francis of Assisi, he lived an austere life among the poor and homeless. It seemed appropriate that he not resort to begging or complaining; but be humble and grateful for the regular hot meals offered five times a week by the Extended Table at the Methodist Church and daytime support of the Feed My Sheep ministry.
He came to Garfield County seeking help from emergency rooms. Within eight hours after getting off the eastbound train, he was seen at Valley View Hospital. After three consecutive nightly visits, he was ordered not to come back or the local police would arrest him for trespassing.
In two months, he was more than 15 pounds underweight!
Similarly to the life of St. Francis, he did not care for his health like he should. Food was regularly eaten that caused gastrointestinal problems and often stomach aches.
His weight dropped to the lowest it has been since high school. In March 2015, he weighed only 162 pounds (in 2004 his weight was 335 lbs.).
David remembers sleeping under the stars and waking up several times many nights. His exposed ribs were so sore on the left side for lying on top of them on the hillside.
You might think that he had nowhere to turn; the priests of St. Stephens were there for counseling and celebrating mass every day.
He did not complain, prayed to stay in a constant state of gratitude, helping those disadvantaged, keeping out of harm’s way, denying himself eyeglasses, clothing, dental care, and footwear that he needed, making do with what he had, saving money from his monthly Social Security check, searching for affordable housing, and keeping a positive attitude.
Psalm 142 demonstrates the petitioner’s trust in God:
1 I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.
2 I pour out my complaint before him; before him I tell my trouble.
3 When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life.
5 I cry to you, O LORD; I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.
7 Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me
It was in June that he got off the eastbound California Zephyr with health problems. He has remained in town getting good medical help. Recently, he was diagnosed with three cavities. When you are homeless, you don’t have much control over what is available to eat. Dental hygiene suffers, too.
One morning he awoke soaked by a hard and heavy falling nocturnal rain. He had attempted to sleep inside two trash bags that night on Lookout Mountain. Shaking uncontrollably, David was able to walk back at daybreak into town with his wet sleeping bag and suitcase and backpack filled with rain-saturated clothing.
This was not his low point.
One day, the GSPD woke him up at 2:20 a.m. in front of St. Stephens Catholic Church and threw him in jail. It seems like by being homeless in Glenwood Springs, he was also a criminal. That 16-hour Friday (August First) stay in County Jail was very painful. His jailers would not offer him any of his prescription medicine. So painful and disoriented, he lost all track of time and laid in the cell cold with chronic back and gastrointestinal distress.
By the grace of God, a municipal judge opened court on a Friday afternoon and arranged for bail on his own reconnaissance. Thus he would not have to spend the entire weekend in lockup.
The local police department had been bird-dogging his homeless activities since the second day he was in Glenwood Springs. Near the Phillips 66 station, he was stopped while walking by. He was questioned and the police officer took his photograph – no crime had been committed, though.
He first came to Catholic Charities of the Archdiocese of Denver on June 24. On October 2, he returned and received three bags and one box of groceries from Lift Up.
In the 15 weeks of homelessness, he survived:
waves of bugs and insects,
hunger and thirst,
getting run over by trucks that could not have been seen,
cold night temperatures,
getting shot by a waitress at a Rifle restaurant,
falling off a cliff while sleepwalking,
ill-prepared food and dysentery,
misplaced anger and violence,
the municipal judicial system,
unreliable public transportation,
being thrown out of the emergency room,
allergy reactions and anaphylactic shock,
running out of medicine,
or being swept downstream in the rapidly flowing river.
my joints and muscles feel like I got beat up by two old ladies.
My stomach is spasming and cramping after this feta cheese + spinach stuffed pig tenderloin lunch.
I ate a warm noon meal at the Sr. center… just finishing up…
and nope, I am not playing bingo with the rest of the folks.
Two (2) casinos 86’ed me for the day… I guess I will give up casino life for this Lenten Season.
Thanks to Mr. James of the C.O.D. Garage and Casino on 3595 Esmeralda Avenue in historic downtown Minden for throwing me out twice (4:00 a.m. and 7:15 a.m.). Mr. J. had someone cash-out my electronic-computer-generated winnings ticket. It was for $19.75. The dude came back with $14.75. I did not notice the missing Lincoln. The messenger was given 3 authentic sort-of-silver quarters as a tip. This casino beat me by $6.00.
The other casino had Mr. Pete eject me from the hotel lobby outside the business center – this center is about the size of two linen closets with two PCs, no office supplies, an aged printer, and no Microsoft software loaded on it. I keep telling myself that the BDI is a resort, not a four star hotel, motor lodge, and camper park. At this casino, I cashed-out my computer-generated winnings ticket for $14.25. Go figure… I tipped both bartenders 4 silver-clad or copper sandwiched US quarters. Thus, this casino beat me by $8.25.
Well, at least the BDI gave me two shots of some sort of Kahlua-flavored liquer for breakfast.
Still cannot get green handing suitcase from the Holiday Lodge, but called the US Marshals office and the state (Nevada) Attorney’s Oriface. Ms. Jackie is the owner who split town yesterday.
I missed the train from Reno this morning.
There is always another train at the same time the following day.