I would like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas 2022!! I hope Santa was good to you this year!
Good Memories of Christmas Past…
Merry Christmas!!
Getting a Divorce
I saw this story on Facebook and thought it was really interesting. I wanted to share it with my readers. I do not know who the author is…
An elderly man in Oklahoma calls his son in New York and says,, “I hate to ruin your day son, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are
getting a divorce; 45 years of marriage… and that much misery is enough!”
“Dad, what are you talking about?” the son yells.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the old dad explained. “We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your
sister in Hong Kong and tell her!”.
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “Like heck they’re getting divorced,” she shouts, “I’Il take care of this.” She calls her elderly father immediately, and screams at him, “You are not getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, you hear me?” she yelled as she hung up the phone.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Okay”, he says, “it’s all set. They’re both coming for Christmas and paying their own air-fare.”
Christmas with Melissa Redpill
Enjoy hearing Melissa sing these Christmas classics and then see the video of her showing the Bethlehem Star on Stellarium website…
Corporate Spy!
Have you ever been accused of being a corporate spy? I was accused of this several years ago when I worked for a Bank as a teller when I lived in Arkansas. After I first out-processed from the U.S. Air Force and before I landed a computer job, I took a job as a teller at a local bank while I was trying to land a job in my career field, Information Technology.
Before I joined the Air Force, I worked as a Bank Teller so when I was looking for a job in IT after the AF, I decided to go ahead and work as a teller again during the transition. When I was a teller before, I worked for a company out of Alabama. Well, during my time in the Air Force the bank that I had worked for in Alabama became a very large bank and the company bought out multiple banks across the nation and this bank was a parent company to other smaller banks that had different names but fell under the corporate bank that was my previous employer. I had no idea this was happening.
When I filled out the application, I did list my time as a teller to show that I had experience working as a teller. I was hired and as I worked with my co-workers for several months, I realized that they were not very friendly to me and even seemed hostile towards me at times. I told my friend about it, and she said, “What’s not to love?” I had just never experienced this before. I have always gotten along with co-workers and even in High School I was never picked on or bullied; everyone always liked me as a whole. There may have been times when I may have had beef with one or two people here and there but for the most part as a group, I have never been disliked by a whole group like that.
I had heard that if you want to figure out if someone likes you, tell them a funny joke and if they don’t laugh then they probably don’t like you. So, one day I told a really funny joke that always got plenty of interaction and laughter. …Crickets! No, response at all. It was an awkward silence, so I had to tell the punchline by asking the question that they were supposed to ask me. lol Still no laughs. So, I was just determined to make the best of it, and it did motivate me to really look for a computer job that much harder. I guess it was a blessing because I could have really gotten complacent and stayed in that job longer than I should have without that motivation.
I finally got a job working in the IT Department at a State University in another town over. That meant that I had to commute to work an hour each way, but it was the job that I really wanted, and I was happy to be able to put in my notice at the bank. When I gave my letter of resignation to my supervisor, she got a puzzled look on her face and looked up at me from the letter and said, ‘So you really were looking for a computer job?’ She said that they all thought that I was a corporate spy sent down from the ‘BankCorp’ to spy on them. “BankCorp” being the bank that I had worked at when I lived in Alabama. I thought that was amazing that they would treat me so horribly when they thought that I was someone that could take their jobs or recommend they be fired. Of course, I did not say that to her, but it made no sense to me that if they were going to be phony, why not be a “nice phony” instead of a “mean phony” to someone that may be reporting on them. Or maybe I had the wrong idea of what a corporate spy was. But during my two weeks’ notice they were just as nice to me as could be.
The Funniest Joke…
This joke is the funniest one in my joke bag… telling this joke earned me a nick name so I will talk about the time I told this joke and my friend who nicknames everyone, gave me the nickname, ‘Gayfers’…
When I was in the Air Force, I went home for Christmas to visit my family and while I was gone my friend met the guy that she would end up marrying. Well, after they got married and moved to the town he was from, sometimes I would go visit them some weekends and sometimes just drive up for Church on Sunday. My friend’s husband had a group of friends and one of them was a nickname giver.
After church one Sunday, we went out to eat and we were sitting at a very long table because we had so many people from church there. So, I decided to tell my funny joke to break the ice and let them get to know me a little bit. In the middle of telling the joke I realized that the entire table was quiet, and they were all listening to me tell the joke, even the preacher. I was like, ‘oh no, I don’t want the preacher to hear this joke!’… but I decided to continue because it is a clean joke and plus it will help me to see if she has a good sense of humor. Of course, she did and everyone at the table loved it and laughed, especially the guy who gave me the nickname. See below for what I told them…
I recently got back from visiting my family in Alabama and while I was there something crazy happened to me and my mom. We went to the mall to get some last-minute Christmas gifts and after we had been there shopping for a few hours we decided to go to the food court to grab some lunch before heading home. The lines were pretty long at the various places in the food court, so I asked my mom to go find us a table while I went to stand in line to get us something to eat. While I was standing in line, I pulled my money out of my pocket and I dropped a dollar on the floor and before I could bend down and pick it up, a little boy of about 8 years old grabbed the dollar, looked up at me, stuffed the dollar in his pocket and then he ran back to his mother at their table.
I went ahead and got our food but as I sat down, I told my mom what happened and she said, ‘you need to go tell his mother; I’d want to know that he took something that he knew did not belong to him.’ So, I walked over to their table and said, “Excuse me, ma’am, I dropped a dollar on the floor and your son picked it up knowing it was mine and I just wanted you to be aware of it.” She looked at her son and then looked at me and then back to her son and said to him, “Did you get this woman’s dollar?’ He said, “No momma! This is my dollar!” She said, “let me see that dollar!” He handed her the dollar bill and she held it up and looked at me and said, “Is your name, Washington?” I said, ‘No ma’am’ so she said, “Well, it aint your dollar then!” Then she gave the dollar back to her son. He sitting there grinning up at me. I’m shocked and thought, ‘No wonder he’s like that with this type of example.’ So, I just went and sat down and continued my meal with my mom.
As we sat there eating, a little while later we noticed the woman and her son got up and left the food court and I noticed that she left her shopping back under her seat. I walked over and got it and took it back to our table. A few minutes later she came back looking for her bag. She looked over at me and I was grinning at her. She walked over and said, “That’s my bag; you took my sack!” I held it up and said, “Is your name, Gayfers?” She said, “NO!” I said, ‘well, it aint your bag then!’ She left in a huff and I kept the bag and took it home.
So, everyone at the table were all into the story and they asked me, ‘So what was in the bag?’ I said, “A bunch of bologna, just like I just fed you!”… So, my friend said, “Is your name Gayfers?!?! <laugh> OK from now on YOUR NAME IS GAYFERS!” So, he gave me that nickname. If you don’t know, Gayfers was the name of a clothing store at the mall back in the day, but they’ve since gone out of business and was bought out by Dillard’s.
The Weirdest Day in History
This video parody by United Spot is so funny because it is so true. Please support their work on YouTube by subscribing to their channel. They are amazing!!
Taking “Epstein Didn’t Kill Himself“ to a whole new level!! This is so funny.
When Daddy Disciplined with Love & Not Hate…
This man is a perfect example of the Love and Patience that only comes from God. I love how he tells the ones trying to talk over him to be quiet.
Getting Beat Up at 15
When I was 15 years old, I got beat up by a 17-year-old boy. My stepdad started dating again a few years after my mother was murdered. I was 12 years old when my mother died and when my stepdad started dating this ‘barmaid’ I was 15 years old. This woman had three kids, a 17-year-old son, a 16-year-old daughter, and a 9-year-old daughter. He moved them in with us. They fixed up the garage as a room for the boy, so he didn’t actually live in the house, but he had a key to the house. I didn’t really care for him or the 16-year-old girl, but I did get along fine with the 9-year-old girl. The boy was a country fried hick, and he wore cowboy boots all the time and carried a hunting knife on his belt and was always taking it out and flicking it open and threatening to ‘cut someone’…
So, one day, I didn’t go to school, I was not feeling well, and my stepdad said I could stay home from school. I was laying on the couch watching tv when I heard the door handle rattling and someone trying to get in the front door. I looked out the window and saw it was the boy. I opened the door, and he drew his fist back in a startled motion and said, “Girl, you scared me! I didn’t know anyone was at home.” I just shrugged and said, ‘awe boy, go on…’ Well, he started play hitting me in my face; acting like he was slapping me; just picking at me. So, I punched out at him to hit him, and he’d jump back so I’d miss him then he’d laugh and do it again. So, he kept doing this and then I decided to kick him since my leg was longer than my arm and as he jumped back, I missed again so I just turned to go back to the living room and decided to ignore him.
The next thing I know, he threw me against the wall and was kicking me and whaling on me with his fists. He kicked me so hard in my legs with his boots that I could not feel my legs at all. I fell down and had to craw to my dad’s bedroom and close and locked the door when he finally stopped. I was crying and massaging my legs trying to get the feeling back in them. I finally could stand up again. I picked up the phone on my dad’s bedside to call him at work and the boy picked up the phone line in the foyer by the front door. He was dialing the phone at the same time which caused my number not to go through. I opened the door and screamed at him, “You better let me call my dad!” He said, “I’m trying to call my mom!” So, I marched out of the bedroom and said, “Well, I’ll just go downtown and call from a pay phone!” When I got to the front door, he took my arm and slung me into the dining room and said, ‘You’re not going anywhere!’ so I ran to the kitchen and pretended to go out the back door but didn’t really go out. I slammed the door and then locked it. I waited until I heard him go out the front door, I ran to that door and locked that door. I waited until he got halfway across the street and then walked out on the porch and said, “You’d better run! You better not ever come back here! I’m going to call my dad and he’s going to kill you!”
I called my dad, and he came home and as he was pulling up the boy was coming back across the street, and he had one of his buddies with him. My dad said, ‘Get your knife out! Come on, let’s go! You want to beat up a little girl, why don’t you fight a man since you always want to prove you are a man with that knife.” He took the knife out and threw it away and said, “Awe Red, I don’t want to fight you! She kicked me in my balls, you’re a man you know how bad that hurts.”
After that my dad put me in Karate so I could defend myself. I didn’t really stay in it long enough to get very far but my brother went all the way to a third- or fourth-degree black belt. My stepsister, Sandy went pretty far as well, and she and my brother participated in Karate Tournaments and won trophies.
Bo and Sandy with one of the Karate trophies that Sandy won… Bo has plenty of trophies too.
This is my sister, Sherry (17), me (BG at 16), and Bo (15)…
Hollywood BAAL Worship Exposed & Much More!
God is exposing Satanic Devices and Strategies that have been hidden in plain sight for decades. We are in Armageddon! It started on the day President Trump was elected and 9 months later on September 23, 2017, God put a sign in the Heavens to tell us about it called the “Sign of the Son of Man”…
Basic Training Lessons
Basic Training was a really great experience for me but at the time it was a shock to my system because I was experiencing things that I had never experienced before. When I joined (took the Oath at MEPS), it was the day before my 28th birthday, which is the age cutoff for the U.S. Air Force. So, I was the oldest in my flight. My first day of basic training was my birthday and we were so busy and on the go that I didn’t even have time to even remember that it was my birthday. The intake process was so involved because we had to get issued our gear, our uniforms, get immunizations, fill out form after form, etc. …just so much to do. We finally got to bed at 3 a.m. after being up for 23 hours straight and then one hour later at 4 a.m. just as we were finally dozing off, the Training Instructors (IT) came back in yelling for us to get up and get dressed and be outside for Reveille in 5 minutes. Before we went to bed at 3 a.m. they told us what to have ready to put on in the morning, so we had our clothes laid out and we just had to rush to get them on and get outside.
After Reveille, we went to breakfast then went back to our dorms to learn how to clean. When we all walked into our dorm room our IT’s noticed there was a girl still asleep in her bunk. LAWD, all hell broke loose… We all got yelled at for that one. She got screamed at and we did too for allowing her to be left behind. One of the biggest lessons in the military is never leave anyone behind. When one falls, we all fall. When one fails, we all fail. When one succeeds, we all succeed. So, the TI’s gave her the nickname, “the Sleeper”.
Marching on the Wrong Foot
Have you ever marched on the wrong foot? I have and it can earn you a new job… I was made a Road Guard because I was always on the wrong foot. I am 5 ft tall and was the shortest girl in my flight, so everyone else’s stride was wider than mine and when we marched, I was always double-timing to keep up with everyone else. When we marched, we had to be uniform and stay in line and even with our row and column. We had to march everywhere we went and stay in formation and on the right foot and be in synch with everyone else. I was the shortest and the Sleeper was the tallest, so she was always on the wrong foot too. So, the TI’s made both of us Road Guards. We had to march a few feet behind the flight and when the flight was coming up to a street intersecting with the street that we were marching on, we had to run up ahead of the flight and stand as a guard with our hands out to stop any potential oncoming traffic (other flights marching or cars) while our flight past the intersection, we had to run to catch up with our flight and get back in our place a few feet behind the flight.
From Baby Flight to Mother Flight
A few days after Basic Training started, we were introduced to our “Mother Flight”. We were told that we were their “Baby Flight”, the men who came in with us were our “Brother Flight”, and the men that came in at the time our Mother Flight came in was our “Father Flight”. So, the Air Force rotates their new class of Air Force recruits in on a schedule so that when one flight graduates, their Baby Flight is halfway through Basic Training and now that they are graduating, their baby flight becomes Mother and Father Flights, and they each get a new baby flight in that they can mentor. The cycle continues because the first three weeks they are breaking you down to get rid of the mess that you were so that the last three weeks of basic training they can build you back up into the outstanding soldier that you need to become. Whenever we were anywhere near our Brother Flight, if we tried to talk to them or even look at them, our TI’s would scream at us to “LOOK AWAY! THEY ARE BALD & BROKE! DON’T EVEN LOOK AT THEM! LOOK AWAY!”
Our Mother Flight would mentor us and show us tips to make things easier and how to do things when we cleaned our dorm to pass inspection, etc. Once our mother flight graduated and we became the Mother Flight to the new incoming baby flight, we were able to give some good advice to them as well. We mostly passed down what we had learned from our Mother Flight, but we did pass down a really good tip that our TI’s were impressed with.
When you are in a flight of 50 women, and everyone has to go to the bathroom at the same time it can be time consuming for all to stand in line to wait their turn even if the bathroom has 4 or 5 stalls. We were not allowed to Lolly-Gag and take our time so we were still getting yelled at to hurry up even when it wasn’t much that we could do to speed up the process, so we tried to come up with ways to get the flight in and out of the stalls as quickly as possible. We were required to be in uniform at all times unless it was lights out. To be in uniform was to be completely fixed right and our uniform worn correctly with nothing added to or taken away. For example, if we were in uniform and our belt buckle was undone, we were considered out of uniform. So, one time I was in the stall and once I finished using the restroom, I came out with my buckle undone and my tee shirt untucked so the waiting airman could go in and use the stall while I stood by the sink to tuck my shirt in and buckled my belt before washing my hands. Well, when I came out of the stall my TI walked in to yell at us to hurry up and she saw me with my shirt untucked and my belt buckle undone. She tore into me and then another airman came out with her shirt untucked and buckle undone, while the waiting airman went into that stall, and so on. Our TI look at me then her and I said, “we do this to make the line go faster because we can get dressed out here instead of in the stall so the other airman can get in the stall faster”. She looked impressed and said to carry on. This is just one of many examples of how we came up with ways to make it easier on us and our baby flight.
The two belt buckles are examples of the type of belt buckle that I used while I was in the Air Force. The top buckle was worn with the Battle Dress Uniform (BDU) and the bottom buckle was worn with our dress blues.
Does Salvation Fix Vices or the Heart?
If you ask a Christian how they know they are saved, they will most likely tell you that the know they are saved because Jesus changed them from the person they once were to a better person and that Jesus took away their vices.
They will tell you how they used to smoke, curse, drink alcohol, had pre-marital sex, had a porn addiction, or did drugs. They will tell you how they don’t do those things anymore because Jesus made them a new person. They believe that God gave them a free will to change their evil ways. They believe that vices are sins.
In the picture above the Christians see the woman on the left as a sinner because of the way she looks and the woman on the right as righteous because her appearance is more modest and conservative by the way she dresses. The depiction says, ‘When she picks up the Bible and starts to read it…” It shows a woman that gradually changes from the appearance of a streetwalker to a college girl. But did her heart change at all? Is she still angry and resentful towards her fellow man? Is she still subject to words? Does she still have an ego? Does she still have “fear, doubt, worry, insecurities, etc.”?
But the Christians will also admit that they are still a sinner and that they sin every day. They will admit that their heart is still wicked because they have pride, they speed or break the law in some minor infraction, and some will even admit to having road rage, and they usually admit to having lustful thoughts. They believe that sins of the heart are ok because God is always willing to forgive us if we ask because we are human, and no one is perfect except Jesus. Because they say that Jesus is God, so he was the only one who could possibly be sinless or perfect.
If as 1 Samuel 16:7 says that God looks on the heart while man looks on the outward appearance, then why wouldn’t salvation be of the heart and not of the vices or the things that we DO?
On the outward some may seem better than another based on their outward appearance but only God knows our heart. Many people have a dark heart, and they don’t even realize it. They’ve deceived themselves into believing into their own intellect that they are righteous because they do things on the outward for people that they see as less fortunate as them or less than them. the truth in that we may as humans look on the outward appearance of our fellow man, but we cannot see their heart unless we ourselves have a heart of love, God’s perfect love. Otherwise, if we are in a fallen state, then our heart is dark, and we cannot see the light in others unless God allows us to see that light.
One thing I know for sure from experience, when you go and forgive by realizing you are wrong to judge yourself and others, then God will forgive you and you will immediately have peace, patience, and all of the other fruits of God’s spirit and the fruits of Satan’s spirit will be removed from you forever. Then God will fight the fight of the vices and they will fall away as you grow in the spirit by doubting every thought and stand quiet before God in silent prayer. Be Still and know God and as you do then God will fight the battle for you and destroy the ego that made a home in you when you were turned away from your father and you retreated into the darkness of your imagination.
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