January 28, 2010                                                                I AM Smiling

Mom in the mid-1930s. We are guessing she was six or seven years old here. "I AM smiling."





































January 28, 2010
                                                               More Dave

More Dave. My grandfather was always told by his daughters to “smile” for any photo. He always replied “I AM smiling.”
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January 14, 2010                                                     A Rough Start

This post is not my fault and I am so, so sorry. I did not want to start the new year this way. But there was a devastating earthquake in
Haiti and right now it looks like the country was pretty much leveled. Hundreds of thousands of people have been hurt or killed.
Hundreds of thousands. The resulting suffering will be beyond belief.

Then Pat Robertson waded in with his ridiculous take on the matter and add to the misery.

Pat has surpassed his previous astronomical level of insensitivity to use his TV show to spew his absurd opinion that the
earthquake happened because "the Haitians made a deal with the devil."

Despite the good he has done in his life, and he has done some good things, Pat Robertson is a menace to a reasonable society.

I am not apologizing for him. I am apologizing for me paying any attention whatsoever to him. But his income depends on you.  If
people don't send money to him, he will have to find another job.

He should have to find another job. Pat is very bad at his current job.
But the only way he will have to do so is if the people who
send him OVER ONE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS PER YEAR will STOP SENDING HIM MONEY.

So please, please stop sending him money.

There are many other choices that are better...the American Red Cross, Doctors Without Borders, Salvation Army, Americares, or
your local church...just to name a few. Put your money to work where it will be put to good use.

As if you needed further evidence for my hot-sports-opinion on this matter, below is a reprint of a couple of previous rants of mine on
this exact subject. It still upsets me to read this stuff. I hope you get upset too. For feeling that way, I am sorry.

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January 10, 2006                               
Frighteningly Unintelligent Design









Pat Robertson’s comments about Ariel Sharon's stroke being divine retribution for "dividing God's land" of Israel are the misguided,
shallow and scary arrogant comments of someone in the throes of having a stroke themselves.

I am certain there are some good people involved with the Christian Coalition founded by Robertson.  A decent person surely must
question comments such as these and wonder if he is the right leader for them...or if he is any kind of leader at all.  Who watches
and listens to a person that says such things?  This type of ludicrous comment is not isolated on the resume’ of Mr. Robertson.  It
has plenty of absurd statement company.

Undoubtedly, some people only tune in to see if there is a train wreck today on Pat Robertson's show.  But his arrogance of notion
that he has a superior ability to interpret God’s word is so absurd, so bizarre that it defies comment.  Then to loop his interpretation
of the word of God into an appearance of Godly support for his extreme political positions creates a surreal fog that defies
believability.

Rush Limbaugh?   Maybe he’s not quite in the same boat, but he is floating in a similar boat nearby, being the boat for an entertainer
prone to bouts of temporary retardation fits.  But Rush isn’t flying the flag of speaking for God.  Rush seems to be aware of exactly
what he is and he enjoys being that.   No matter what Rush says, you can be certain there are no apologies forthcoming.  

Al Franken?  Here is a comedian turned anti-Rush broadcaster purely to refute anything said by Rush.  I don’t know if Al believes in
God, much less if he thinks he is speaking for Him.  Is bitter desire for vengeance a good motivation to stop being a comedian and
start becoming a political broadcaster?  I will have to check with a good journalism school on that one.  Oh, never mind.  There aren’t
any good ones.  

I’ll defend that statement another day.

So, here is the problem at the forefront, from my own view.  Robertson actually believes the many verbal hand grenades he tosses
around randomly and later apologizes for having said.  His apologies are not recants of his amazing statements.  They are purely
acknowledgement that marketing his enormous money making machine to the people who give him money is made difficult by
airing his extreme views.  

I am positive Pat Robertson has done many good things during his life.  His list of accomplishments is lengthy and admirable.  It is
my opinion that Robertson besmirches himself with his own words and his own actions.  He has destroyed his own credibility,
whatever amount he ever had.  Maybe it would be best to let Pat speak for himself here.  Pay close attention to the quotation marks.  
That means those words were actually said…out loud.   Buckle up, kids.  It’s gonna get bumpy.

In January, 1991, on his television show,"The 700 Club", Pat Robertson attacked a number of Protestant denominations, declaring,
"You say you're supposed to be nice to the Episcopalians and the Presbyterians and the Methodists and this, that, and the other
thing. Nonsense. I don't have to be nice to the spirit of the Antichrist.”

“…the spirit of the Antichrist.”??  And he didn’t even mention the Catholics?

Pat Robertson agreed with frequent guest Jerry Falwell merely days after the attacks in 2001, that the September 11, 2001 terrorist
attacks were caused by “pagans, abortionists, feminists, gays, lesbians, the ACLU and the People for the American Way.”  I have
seen the film of this show.  After public outcry regarding this particular exchange of dialogue and its clearly heartfelt endorsement,
Robertson stated that he had not understood what Falwell was saying during the interview.  Anybody having trouble understanding
the words in quotation marks?  Pat Robertson is a Yale educated attorney.

In October of 2005, Pat said a recent spate of natural disasters pointed to the end of the world.  If the end would have just occurred
by Thanksgiving, it might have kept Pat from having to apologize for his August statements about Hugo Chavez.

In August of 2005, Robertson said the United States should assassinate Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez.  He flat-out said on
his television program that Mr. Chavez should be selectively killed.  In a shocking development, later he apologized for the remark.  
Look, in spite of singer Harry Belafonte's opinion, Hugo Chavez is not a good guy.  He is fairly focused on doing anything that will not
help the USA.  Surely there is some appropriate response to such a person short of a purported religious leader calling on public
airwaves for him to be assassinated.  Seriously, how much fun would it be to hear Pat’s handlers telling him he messed up and had
to apologize?  Do you suppose it went something like, “But…but…but he should be assassinated, so why do I have to apologize?”

Maybe Pat should issue monthly apologies to cover anything he said in the previous month.  Then we could just tune in to hear the
apologies.

Robertson had made suggestions that the explosion of a nuclear weapon at the United States State Department Headquarters
would be good for our country.  Not kidding.  He then repeated those comments on the air. "What we need is for somebody to place
a small nuke at Foggy Bottom,”   Robertson said during his television program, referring to the location of the State Department
headquarters.  It is impossible for me to conclude anything but that there is a significant level of hate in Pat Robertson’s world.  So,
is he a man of God just because he claims to be that?

Robertson has described feminism as a “socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands,
kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.”   He must get away with such statements because
people are laughing and they really don't think he could possibly be serious.  He is dead serious.  Is there a person, movement or
organization that truly “encourages women to kill their children, practice witchcraft and become lesbians?”  Is it even possible to
“become a lesbian?”  Can you be voted one?  Women seem to leave their husbands in droves anyway, without encouragement,
mostly because we men are a bunch of jerkwads.  Maybe they are leaving to become lesbians.   As for killing children, well, who
couldn’t understand that?

Pat has suggested voters in a certain Pennsylvania town should not expect God's help should they face a natural disaster after they
ousted a school board which had mandated the teaching of creationism.   For that town’s sake, I hope Pat isn’t praying to steer a
hurricane in their direction.  I guess I can be a little more tolerant of Pat Robertson’s views on his ability to steer hurricanes away
from his companies’  Virginia Beach, Virginia headquarters.  Hey, he has a lot of faith in God’s response to prayer.  A lot of faith.  But
to arrogantly claim that his prayers actually evoked God to steer the storm away from Virginia Beach is painful to ponder.  Pat doesn’t
just infer that the people hit by the storm deserved God’s wrath.  He says it straight out.

Finally, but mostly because I have just had enough, last year Pat suggested that the threat to the United States from liberal "activist
judges" was, well, serious.  There may be a smidge of truth to that assessment the way I said it.  If only he had just stopped there.  
Whether or not there is any truth to that statement is not the point.  Here is Robertson's quote:

"Over 100 years, I think the gradual erosion of the consensus that’s held our country together is probably more serious than a few
bearded terrorists who fly into buildings."  

That is so callous and so hurtful and so out-there that I do not know how to respond.

You smug, smirking liberals should shut up and listen for a change.  

If I knew Hillary Clinton or Ted Kennedy, they might tell you with some certainty that I am a fairly conservative guy.  Pat Robertson
does not define “conservative”, despite what he might tell you, despite what Hillary and Ted might tell you and despite what Pat
wishes.  Pat Robertson does not speak
for me…ever.  We should all check individually with God, but I am pretty confident Robertson does not speak for God either.  If you
liberals don’t ease off
with that “told-you-so” attitude, I will pick any of two dozen idiots with a more liberal bend to define you.  I guarantee you won’t like any
of my choices.

Here’s a tip:  All of us should choose our leaders and our heroes wisely.  Once you have chosen,  never send them any money for
any reason whatsoever.  As soon as they purport to have the right to tell you what God has on his mind or that they have influence on
what God thinks, choose someone else immediately, if not sooner.

Let’s go back to Ariel Sharon for just a minute.  Pat Robertson is recently recovering from prostate cancer.  Using Pat’s own logic
about Mr. Sharon's health issues, what do you suppose Pat thinks God had in mind there?  

His website doesn’t say.

I’ll try to be calmer tomorrow.

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January, 2007                                                
Extra Double Crazy

Well, I see my old favorite soap opera rolls on. That would be “Anything Said By The Seemingly Extra Crazy Pat Robertson.”  

Sorry, I just could not stand to put another pic of Pat Robertson up. You get an unspoiled snow field in Steamboat Springs, Colorado
instead.

He has now made his annual predictions of socio-economic demise based on his personal messages from the Lord. A very un-
scientific review of his previous predictions indicate that Pat’s personal messages from the Lord may only be about 4% accurate.  
Yep, that means maybe 96% inaccurate. Does that mean the Lord is just messing with Pat or that the Lord enjoys messing with
us?  Could it be that the Lord is really busy with actual important stuff and only checks in with Pat once a millennium for a good
chuckle?

I had better email Pat and ask.

It is still a little disconcerting that a self-declared man of God deems it necessary to annually participate with the flock of psychics,
telepathics and mentalists that predict how often Britney will forget her panties, whether or not Kate Hudson or Reese Witherspoon
will remarry first, did Shelly Winters really die or not,  that a new King Kong will emerge from the jungles of Nicaragua to terrorize
White Plains, NY, or that more and more people will dress up as pirates in their every day lives. This is as close as the religious
community can come to Dave Letterman’s “Psychic Sandwich.”

There is something to be proud of.

I’m telling you that I do not seek this stuff out. It finds me.

Pat’s accuracy of prediction may only be as high as 4% if you give him the 2006 e-coli outbreak at Taco Bell OR The Olive Garden as
a confirmation of his prediction that millions would die from a devastating tsunami in the USA during 2006. Even though the U.S.
was not hit with a tsunami, last week Robertson cited last spring's heavy rains and flooding in New England as partly fulfilling the
prediction. Let’s see…New England heavy rains and devastating tsunami. Close enough.

There have been others that did not quite turn out.

I know. I am just shocked.

According to a February 15, 1988, Washington Post article, Robertson said, "I heard the Lord saying 'I have something else for you to
do. I want you to run for president of the United States.'" After trailing George H.W. Bush and Senator Bob Dole in the Republican
primaries, Robertson's 1988 presidential campaign ended before the Republican convention. A February 2004 article in Church &
State magazine (published by Americans United for Separation of Church and State) noted several Robertson predictions that
turned out to be false, including that Russia would invade Israel in 1982, and that there would be a worldwide economic collapse in
1985. The article went on to mention that "In his 1991 book, The New World Order, Robertson predicted that U.S. Sen. Jay
Rockefeller would be elected president in 1996."

His accuracy might drop to nearly 1% unless you allow the Wendy’s finger-in-the-chili incident in California from several years ago to
also count as a “yes” in the US tsunami prediction for 2006.

Are people really still sending this man money for any reason?

Why, yes they are. Thanks for asking.

Check this out. In March 2006, it was reported that contributions to Robertson’s 700 Club were up 21% to $160 million annually. Don’
t believe it? Read about it here:
http://content.hamptonroads.com/story.cfm?story=101773&ran=28699

One hundred sixty million dollars annually.

For those of you with way too much time on your hands, I refer you to my previously written rant on Pat’s apparent retardation, entitled
“Frighteningly Unintelligent Design” from one year ago,
January 2006. If you click on it, page down to Pat’s demonically smiling
mug. Pat is one of the few entertainers who can make me blow Dr. Pepper through my nose just by reading about things he says.
There’s another Hallmark moment for you. Enough about Pat.

Resolutions for 2007 should now all be submitted. Pencils down. Near the top of my list is to reduce the flipping off of ALL other
drivers. Yep, 2007 will be the year I finally only flip off those drivers that really, really deserve it. If that works out to be anywhere close
to all of them, let’s just say that I would not be surprised. All I can do is make the effort. The rest is up to you other drivers.
January 22, 2010                            Dave

My grandfather, Dave, was born in March, 1897. Dave had no middle
name. When he joined the Navy during WWI, he was asked by the form-
filler-outer what was his middle initial. Knowing he didn’t have one but
faced with the fact that the Navy might not accept that story, he
responded “D.” From that time on, he was David D. Wilson.

After the war, he married Lura in 1925. Dave worked as a driller for an
oil company west of Graford, TX (near Possum Kingdom Lake) and he
worked on oil rigs in New Mexico. He was a farmer, a rancher and he
worked at a cotton gin. Dave was a Mason and was Grand Master of the
Graford masonic Lodge. He was on the Graford School Board for ten
years, serving as President for several of those years.

In 1947, Dave moved his family to Ft. Worth, TX so his oldest daughter
could live at home and go to TCU. His oldest daughter was my mother.
During his time in Ft. Worth, he worked at the Convair Plant building
airplanes. Once while riveting at the top of a ladder he fell and broke his
leg. I remember his cast and crutches. He was out of work for a long
time after that injury. My brother and I occasionally stayed with him and
his second wife in Ft. Worth when our parents went out of town.

We didn’t call him grandpa. We always called him Dave. I don’t know
why. He was a man of few words, but there was never a doubt about his
love for us. Dave died in 1964 of cancer. I was ten years old. I am
thankful for my memories of him.

I am also thankful to post this and bump that idiot, Pat Robertson off the
page.

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