Evil in the Mirror

OK, I know....hawking products on a blog is a not cool, but this is different. Why is it different you might ask? It's different because, Evil in the Mirror is my baby and baby needs a home!

Look at it this way, there are millions of murder mystery book fans out there who want an exciting, fast-paced read that does not include vampires, werewolves, fairies, ghosts or goblins. Just your down-home, realistic and scary who done it. Evil in the Mirror has all that and more.

Hey, don't take my word for it. Go to Amazon.com and see the reviews for yourself. The proof is in the pudding, and I guarantee this novel will knock your socks off!

I'm just saying,

Mittster

PS: This is my blog and I will hawk if I want to....

I'm off to see the Wizard

Even a blabber mouth like me needs some OZ time. See ya soon!

Write on,

Mittster

July 4th Celebration

For the first time in many, many years, I took the time to read the history of our country's Independence Day. It was a fascinating read and I encourage you to click above and go back to Independence Day 101!

With the hustle and bustle of everyday life, uncertainties about our future, worries about money, the health of our people and planet, and God only knows what else, we sometimes forget about our nation's struggle for independence.

We think things are hard now? What about how hard it must have been during the American Revolution. Just living to the ripe old age of forty was a challenge. No modern conveniences and I mean none, zilch, zip! Good grief, what do you mean there were no flush toilets or running water? It was not unusual to have a venomous critter bite your butt while doing number two in the outhouse and die a week later! Let alone, getting yourself killed by a British solder, or freezing to death trying to fight the Red Coats in the middle of winter.

Come to think of it; how did Washington cross the mighty Delaware River in the dead of winter with row boats, not much food, few warm clothes, inferior weapons, and little ammo and powder? They did it with faith, courage and hope. No one sniveled, cried or complained. They had a job to do and did it. They crossed the Delaware, surprised the enemy, and won the day.

Try putting yourself back in the day when there was no electricity, batteries, lights, phones, radios, television, cars, paved roads, trains, train tracks, air travel, modern medicines, air conditioners, heaters, fans, refrigerators, curlers, hair dryers, clothes dryers, perm-press clothes, steel-toed boots, body armor, freeze-dried foods, soda, or safe bottled water, to name just a few modern conveniences our fore-fathers did not have. Life was hard folks....very, very hard.

Moral of the story? Get some faith, courage and hope; together we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. I'll be damned if I am going to let the Red Coats of today's modern world beat my ass. Onward, forward, and damn the torpedoes!

Write on,

Mittster

America....Love it, or leave it!

It must be hard for people who live a long way from the Mexican border to understand exactly why Arizona had to get tough with illegal immigrants. All the hype, cartoons, rhetoric and deception would confuse even the most hardcore political pundit.

The cartoonists want it both ways

Here is the other side of the debate

"As you know, Arizona recently passed the toughest anti-immigration bill in American history. The idea behind this bill is to drive illegal immigrants out of Arizona and back to their homeland of Los Angeles." —Jay Leno

This cartoon sickens me because it is typical of left-wing, bleeding heart liberals who wave their middle fingers at the concept of majority rule and simple good taste. This cartoon offends my very core.

No one understands the border problem better than the hard-working, law-abiding citizens who are afraid to travel roadways after dark in Phoenix and Tucson, due to shootings, gang-violence, drug-deals and human-trafficking. Law-abiding citizens are even fearful of hiking wilderness trails due to drug mules armed to the teeth. The drug cartels are taking over southern Arizona with not only illegal drugs, but also human-trafficking, because these people are also victims who lose everything they own and are stranded, like slaves, in a foreign country.

I, for one, am sick and tired of watching our country being trashed, maligned, ridiculed and spat on by people who are here illegally. But, even more sickening is the abuse our country suffers due to the left-wing press and the rich bitches in Hollywood. If you think this country is so bad, go live in Mexico and see how that works for you!

I'm just saying,

Mittster

The Good Old Days

This morning is the day Sandy and I volunteer for horse care at Connections Equine Therapy in Cornville, Arizona. It is such a pleasure to feed and water all the horses at the ranch. Yes, it includes shoveling manure and raking stalls, but that is a small price to pay for the attention of such magnificent animals. It reminds me of growing up on our avocado ranch in San Marcos, California.

Speaking of growing up, I would like to pass on this timeless message from the past:

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE

1930s, '40s, '50s, '60s and '70s!!

First, we survived being born to mothers who may have smoked and/or drank
while they were pregnant.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then, after that trauma, we were
put to sleep on our tummies
in baby cribs covered
with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets,
and, when we rode our bikes,
we had baseball caps,
not helmets, on our heads.

As infants and children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes..

Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter, and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And we weren't overweight.

WHY?
Because we were always outside playing....that's why!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day.
--And, we were OKAY..

We would spend hours building
our go-carts out of scraps
and then ride them down the hill,
only to find out we forgot the brakes.. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Play Stations, Nintendos and X-boxes. There were

no video games, no 150 channels on cable,

no video movies or DVDs,

no surround-sound or CDs,

no cell phones,

no personal computers,

no Internet and no chat rooms.

WE HAD FRIENDS
and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut,
broke bones and teeth,
and there were no lawsuits
from those accidents.

We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping-pong paddles, or just a bare hand, and no one would call child services to report abuse.

We ate worms, and mud pies
made from dirt, and
the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls, and-although we were told it would happen- we did not put out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts
and not everyone made the team.
Those who didn't had to learn
to deal with disappointment.

Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers,
problem solvers, and inventors ever.

The past 50 to 85 years have seen an explosion of innovation and new ideas..

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

If YOU are one of those born
between 1925-1970, CONGRATULATIONS!

Write on,

Mittster