You have no concept of what he was referring to - That says it all.
I recall those days. In the Army then. Worked a 2nd job as well.
Seniors don't want to give up money for younger gen: poll
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You have no concept of what he was referring to - That says it all.
I recall those days. In the Army then. Worked a 2nd job as well.
FURTHERMORE........... The nukes we possess today are far more frightening then that ones we had during the WWII/Cold War era... And we have a plethora of them.....!!!!!
There is no realistic assumption that they will be used today (aside from some Muslim terrorist group). Until the 80s, this was a real fear shared by all.
Just when you think this guy has written his dumbest post.....he surpasses himself.....
Appears you are on the wrong thread. They are talking about you on this one.
http://forums.canadiancontent.net/members-lounge/103790-stupid-new-intelligence.html
Kudos.
The events in Greece are the alarm bell for everyone everywhere. This conversation is far too important for any form of partisan politics and should have happened a long time ago.
I am assuming that you are in your 20's or thereabouts.... The unfortunate reality is that your demographic is in for one helluva rough ride for the next 20 years; plan very cautiously and you'll be fine, but expect the road to get pretty bumpy.
That real fear can easily be reignited.... Why are you singling out Muslims btw? USA, Israel, France, Russia, the U.K, China, India all have nukes... Only one nation has ever used them in war time and it wasn't any Muslims.
I suppose it could be re-ignighted if the situation was right. But I think it has been proven as a failed method of diplomacy and protection.
I don't think it would be a nation that deploys it but could be any terrorist organization with resources and the will do do some serious damage. Al-Queda certainly qualifies.
I guess it doesn't really matter,a nuclear bomb is a nuclear bomb. It's true however that they've become much more accurate and thus capable of more devastation ...
Accuracy has never been an overriding factor in nuclear warfare. You could miss by mile and still have a pretty big crater.
Some have become much smaller today and not just laying waste to massive swaths of land anymore.
Is standard of living slowly getting worst? Sure. But only cause it went way to high and is un-sustainable, I think.
Anyways. The boomer's can't live forever, we could easily see a housing price drop in 20-25 years. Just
Think of all the houses that are going to be given in wills. Everyone's going to have 3 houses.
Just like right now the market place is oversaturated with workers from 3 generation. Is that hurting wage's, You bet yea!
But look at it this way in the next 10 years a hole lot of boomers will be retiring and that's going to change the landscape.
People need to relax stop stressing and just live life, you know be happy. When where 55 I bet our kids will be crying too.
And I'll tell them, suck it up sunshine. xDDDDD
Anyways. The boomer's can't live forever, we could easily see a housing price drop in 20-25 years. Just
Think of all the houses that are going to be given in wills. Everyone's going to have 3 houses.
Just like right now the market place is oversaturated with workers from 3 generation. Is that hurting wage's, You bet yea!
But look at it this way in the next 10 years a hole lot of boomers will be retiring and that's going to change the landscape.
People need to relax stop stressing and just live life, you know be happy. When where 55 I bet our kids will be crying too.
And I'll tell them, suck it up sunshine. xDDDDD
I wonder if the work ethic of the generation today has anything to do with the wage level they are complaining about? :lol:
My grand parents died along time ago but both my parents and my inlaws do, though I'm not quite sure the relevance of that. Why would anybody starting out today want a land line instead of a smart phone?
...and a lot aren't. My twenty something kid can support herself.
Loss of memory is often associated with the aging process
So? Did you have to have a safety done on it? I bet if you didn't know how to fix it, you knew somebody that could. Comparing the gizmos and gadgets of your generation with the current generation is just plain silly.
I'm sure there are hard working seniors that hidden by the spoiled brats of their generation. You silly twits can prattle on all you like about the younger generations but they work more hours on average than the seniors did and whine alot less about what they are entitled to.
...and the seniors kept voting them back in election after election after election. Why don't you just buck up and start paying your fair share?
I don't have a terrible existence. I have a pretty good life....forty-seven years old with a great job, no debt and generally speaking have the world by the balls.....no thanks to the seniors of this country. Look, your generation continued to vote in government after government that borrowed money to finance your social programs. If you people had an ounce of integrity, you would be more than willing to pay your fair share instead of dumping the debt onto your kids and grand kids.
Fair enough... then we'll hang onto our publicly funded services against them.... maybe we should apply for work outside of the health care system so we're not stuck having to pamper their arses when they can't wipe them themselves.
Why?
As another member pointed out, they're the ones leaving us with the debt, we're the ones currently working for society, they should have enough money saved up for retirement if they did what they were supposed to and plan properly.
The younger generation is struggling & needs help and yet they don't want to help?
They raised us to be the way we are, they created the society that left us in this position.
G'damn greedy Hippies.
Alrighty then.... let's gather up all these fossils, stick them on a chunk of ice and shove them out to sea.
Uhm.....going forward...I found this in my InBox tonight
after I Logged Out'a the Forum, and was about to head
for the shower before bed. Think I'll share it here.
It was titled, "Christmas Eve 1881".
doesn't it?
after I Logged Out'a the Forum, and was about to head
for the shower before bed. Think I'll share it here.
It was titled, "Christmas Eve 1881".
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for
the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need,
his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I
learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from
receiving.
the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need,
his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I
learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from
receiving.
It was Christmas Eve, 1881. I was fifteen years old and
feeling like the world had caved in on me because there
just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd
wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for
some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we
could read in the Bible.
feeling like the world had caved in on me because there
just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd
wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for
some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we
could read in the Bible.
After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out
in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old
Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I
wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get
the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I
couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the
chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy
wallowing in self-pity.
in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old
Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I
wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get
the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I
couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the
chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy
wallowing in self-pity.
Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there
was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up
good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only
wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging
me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see.
We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of
anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like
this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's
feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put
my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave
me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house.
Something was up, but I didn't know what.
was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up
good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only
wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging
me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see.
We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of
anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like
this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's
feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put
my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave
me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house.
Something was up, but I didn't know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the
house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled.
Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a
short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled
unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on
the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him.
The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy.
house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled.
Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a
short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled
unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on
the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him.
The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy.
When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and
stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I
think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help
me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I
wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it
was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high
side boards on..
stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I
think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help
me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I
wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it
was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high
side boards on..
After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the
woodshed and came out with an armload of wood - the wood
I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then
all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing?
Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?"
"You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked.. The
Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her
husband had died a year or so before and left her with three
children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what?
Yeah," I said, "Why?"
woodshed and came out with an armload of wood - the wood
I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then
all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing?
Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?"
"You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked.. The
Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her
husband had died a year or so before and left her with three
children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what?
Yeah," I said, "Why?"
"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging
around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of
wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went
back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed
him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the
horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our
loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a
big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told
me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was
carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller
sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I
asked.
Shoes, they're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks
wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this
morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be
Christmas without a little candy."
around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of
wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went
back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed
him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the
horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our
loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a
big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told
me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was
carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller
sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I
asked.
Shoes, they're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks
wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this
morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be
Christmas without a little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in
silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't
have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big
woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form
of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we
could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare
that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa
buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any
of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it
shouldn't have been our concern.
silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't
have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big
woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form
of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we
could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare
that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa
buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any
of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it
shouldn't have been our concern.
We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and
unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the
meat and flour and shoes to the door.
We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said,
"Who is it?"
unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the
meat and flour and shoes to the door.
We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said,
"Who is it?"
"Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt... could we come in for
a bit?"
a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a
blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were
wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by
a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow
Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were
wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by
a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow
Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down
the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed
her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly
and took the shoes out, one pair at a time. There was a pair for
her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best....
shoes that would last. I watched her carefully.
the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed
her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly
and took the shoes out, one pair at a time. There was a pair for
her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best....
shoes that would last. I watched her carefully.
She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears
filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She
looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it
wouldn't come out.
filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She
looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it
wouldn't come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to
me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get
that fire up to size and heat this place up."
me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get
that fire up to size and heat this place up."
I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the
wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to
admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept
seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their
mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with
so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My
heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before,
filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but
never when it had made so much difference. I could see we
were literally saving the lives of these people.
wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to
admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept
seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their
mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with
so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My
heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before,
filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but
never when it had made so much difference. I could see we
were literally saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The
kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of
candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably
hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us.
"God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The
children and I have been praying that he would send one of his
angels to spare us."
kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of
candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably
hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us.
"God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The
children and I have been praying that he would send one of his
angels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears
welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those
exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it, I
could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man
than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all
the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many
others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it..
welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those
exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it, I
could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man
than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all
the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many
others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it..
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was
amazed when they all fit, and I wondered how he had known
what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand
for the Lord, that the Lord would make sure he got the right
sizes.
amazed when they all fit, and I wondered how he had known
what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand
for the Lord, that the Lord would make sure he got the right
sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we
stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and
gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I
could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still
had mine.
stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and
gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I
could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still
had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs.
wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas
dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us
can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat
turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven.
It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here,
hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest... my two
brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.
wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas
dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us
can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat
turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven.
It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here,
hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest... my two
brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.
Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I
don't have to say, may the Lord bless you, I know for certain
that He will."
don't have to say, may the Lord bless you, I know for certain
that He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I
didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa
turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something.
Your Ma and me have been tucking a little money away here
and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we
didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me
a little money from years back came by to make things square.
Your Ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could
get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just
that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the
woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I
knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a
little candy for those children. I hope you understand."
I understood alright... and my eyes became wet with tears
again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it.
Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had
given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow
Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children..
For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or
split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought
back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa
had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given
me the best Christmas of my life.
Anyway...It sure puts the giving & sharing thing in perspective,didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa
turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something.
Your Ma and me have been tucking a little money away here
and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we
didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me
a little money from years back came by to make things square.
Your Ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could
get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just
that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the
woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I
knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a
little candy for those children. I hope you understand."
I understood alright... and my eyes became wet with tears
again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it.
Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had
given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow
Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children..
For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or
split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought
back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa
had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given
me the best Christmas of my life.
doesn't it?
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