Perception is Reality

My Name is Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being ..

She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.

'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.

She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'

'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older! That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'

She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

'Good friends are like stars... ....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.'

Have You Every Danced

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on April 24, 2010

family, humor

A Wealthy Man's Penny

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on April 21, 2010

children, family

A WEALTHY MAN'S PENNEY

A Little Bit of Joy

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on April 1, 2010

family, children, friends

Parable of the Pencil

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on March 26, 2010

children, family, school

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box. There are 5 things you need to know, he told the pencil, before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.

The Boy and the Puppy

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on March 15, 2010

Bay View, children, family, friends

By Jack Canfield

If You Think Health Care Is Expensive Now

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on March 12, 2010

children, family, Milwaukee, retirement, veteran

Please send the following letter to your Senators and Representative --

Medicare To Cut Your Benefits By 21% on March 1st

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Feb. 22, 2010

children, family, veteran, life, health

On March 1, 2010, doctors face a minimum across-the-board cut of 21% in Medicare reimbursements as mandated by the Medicare Sustained Growth Rate (SGR) formula.

These cuts are a problem for all Americans because an AMA survey shows that these drastic cuts in Medicare payments will make it harder for patients to see their doctor.

Consider some of these alarming survey results:

• 60% of all doctors say a Medicare cut will force them to decrease or stop seeing new Medicare patients and to discontinue nursing home visits.

• A majority of doctors in rural communities say they will no longer be able to conduct important outreach services due to nine years of projected cuts.

• Nearly 75% of all doctors say the Medicare cuts will force them to delay purchasing critical new medical equipment.

• 65% of doctors say the Medicare cuts will force them to delay purchase of new health care technology.

Many doctors report that more Medicare patients are now being treated in emergency rooms for conditions that could have been treated in a physician's office, that it has become more difficult to refer patients to certain medical and surgical specialists, and that many seniors now must travel further for essential medical care.

I strongly urge you to contact your elected official to act IMMEDIATELY to stop the 21% cut in Medicare/TRICARE payments to doctors now scheduled to take effect on March 1, 2010.

As demonstrated by the one-year band-aids since 2002, We The People, need a permanent fix to this situation.

While fixes were part of the national health reform legislation, those bills are now on hold and we cannot wait while Congress tries to figure out what to do.

Unless we tell the Congress, act now, millions of seniors and military beneficiaries risk having their doctors stop seeing them, and thousands of stroke/accident victims will start bumping against the therapy cap.

You must ACT NOW and contact your elected official to reverse the 21% payment cut and preserve essential health care access for millions of seniors and military families.

As a minimum, extend the moratorium on cuts to physician reimbursements. Of course, a best solution would be to repeal the SGR (Sustained Growth Rate) formula with a better formula.

Cashiers Check Lottery Scam

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Feb. 9, 2010

family, MPD, police, thugs

CASHIERS CHECK "LOTTERY" SCAM

Sand and Stone

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Jan. 24, 2010

children, family

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."

The Buzzard The Bat and The Bumblebee

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Jan. 22, 2010

family, children, friends, school

If you put a buzzard in a pen six or eight feet square and entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of his ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of ten or twelve feet. Without space to run, as is his habit, he will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.

Who Are The Masons

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Jan. 18, 2010

family, father, milwaukee, health, friends, veteran

Perhaps you have wondered what a Mason is. Perhaps you would like to become a Mason but do not know how. It is with much pride that I wish to share the following information with you about our organization.

Attention Deer Hunters and Wisconsin Residents

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Jan. 9, 2010

family, humor, scams

Congress Should Oppose Flawed Health Care Proposals

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Jan. 7, 2010

Bay View, family, friends, Milwaukee

Be Cautious About Giving Info to Census Workers

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Jan. 6, 2010

bayview, children, crime, family, home safety, identity theft, police

New Years Fun

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Jan. 4, 2010

family, children, life, humor, things to do

Winter Recreation Safety Tips

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Dec. 26, 2009

children, family, fishing, Milwaukee, safety, things to do

Christmas At The Gas Station

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Dec. 24, 2009

Bay View, children, christmas, family, friends

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go."

"Not without something hot in your belly." George said.

He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."

Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.

"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.

"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to
himself. So he put a new one on.

"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."

The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."

George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.

"None for me," said the officer.

"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.

"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."

The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"

The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."

He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away."

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week."

George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."

"Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"

"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.

"That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued.

"Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"

Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."

"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."

George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."

"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family."

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"

"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"

"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."

The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.

The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.

"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."

The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."

George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus"

Merry Christmas!!

This story is better than any greeting card.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS YOU!

Author Unknown

Alderman Bob Donovan Calls Mayor To Task

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Dec. 18, 2009

Bay View, children, family, school

The Truth About George Washington's Hanukkah

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Dec. 15, 2009

Bay View, children, christmas, family, friends, solider

For centuries, the lights of the Hanukkah menorah have inspired hope and courage. They may have also been responsible for inspiring then-General George Washington to forge on when everything looked bleak when his cold and hungry Continental Army camped at Valley Forge in the winter of 1777/8.

The Builder

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Dec. 13, 2009

Bay View, children, family, father, friends, life, Milwaukee

The Builder

In Asia There Is The Spirit Of Christmas

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Dec. 11, 2009

children, christmas, family, things to do

A Mouse In The House

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Dec. 8, 2009

life, christmas, family

A Mouse in the House

What Will Destroy America

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Nov. 11, 2009

military, solider, veteran, family

“The things that will destroy America are prosperity-at-any-price, peace at-any-price, safety-first instead of duty-first, the love of soft living, and the get-rich-quick theory of life.”

Thanks For Your Time

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Nov. 9, 2009

children, family, father, school

Holler Park Becomes Center for Rain Garden Training

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Sept. 14, 2009

milwaukee, friends, family, Bay View, retirement

Fake Check Scams Could Cost You Big Time - Part 1

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Sept. 2, 2009

identity theft, home safety, police, retirement, safety, scams, family

Military Retired Pay Fairness Act of 2009

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Aug. 31, 2009

Bay View, children, family, marine, political, veteran

I Am A Child of God

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on Aug. 12, 2009

friends, family, Milwaukee

The Geezer Quiz

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on July 12, 2009

things to do, friends, family, children, Bay View

Democrats Block Military Health Benefits

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on July 1, 2009

veteran, solider, military, family

Nails In The Fence

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on June 28, 2009

children, friends, school, family, father

Pigs To The Rescue

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on June 27, 2009

family, humor

Frog Lesson

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on June 25, 2009

humor, children, things to do, friends, family

Golfing - Will It Prolong Your Life

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on June 23, 2009

humor, family, Milwaukee, South Shore Park, things to do

Motorcycle and Scooter Day Turnout Expected to Increase

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on June 13, 2009

bayview, police, , children, family, milwaukee, things to do

Motorcycle and Scooter Day Turnout Expected to Increase

Answers to Test Your Bible Skills Test From June 7th

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on June 10, 2009

family, things to do

Test Your Bible Skills

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on June 7, 2009

children, family, things to do

Confessions Of A Car Salesman

Posted by Don "Boots" Jensen on May 16, 2009

Bay View, family, scams

Have you ever wondered what tactics car salesmen use while trying to sell you a car? I have and did some research.

Stock Market Tips

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on March 15, 2009

family, life, most wanted, retirement, South Shore Park

Polaroids

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on March 14, 2009

family, father, fishing, humor, life, marine, Underwater Investigation

So what exactly are polarioids?

Wanted - Parents

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on March 13, 2009

children, family, father, humor, life

PARENT - Job Description

POSITION :
Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma
Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop

JOB DESCRIPTION :

Long term, team players needed, for challenging,
permanent work in an
often chaotic environment.
Candidates must possess excellent communication
and organizational skills and be willing to work
variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends
and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.
Some overnight travel required, including trips to
primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities!
Travel expenses not reimbursed.
Extensive courier duties also required.

RESPONSIBILITIES :

The rest of your life.
Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily,
until someone needs $5.
Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.
Also, must possess the physical stamina of a
pack mule
and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat
in case, this time, the screams from
the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.
Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges,
such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets
and stuck zippers.
Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and
coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings
for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.
Must be a willing to be indispensable one minute,
an embarrassment the next.
Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a
half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices.
Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.
Must assume final, complete accountability for
the quality of the end product.
Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and
janitorial work throughout the facility.

POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION :

None.
Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills,
so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you

PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE :

None required unfortunately.
On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.

WAGES AND COMPENSATION :

Get this! You pay them!
Offering frequent raises and bonuses.
A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because
of the assumption that college will help them
become financially independent.
When you die, you give them whatever is left.
The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that
you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.

BENEFITS :

While no health or dental insurance, no pension,
no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and
no stock options are offered;
this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love,
and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.

Open Letter To Congresswoman Moore

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Jan. 25, 2009

family, military, solider, veteran

AN OPEN LETTER TO SENATOR MOORE, OUR BAY VIEW SENATOR.

The Presidents Response

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Jan. 15, 2009

children, family, life, political

Dear Mr. President:

My name is Melissa and I need your help.

I am a young woman trying to make ends meet in today’s tough economic climate. I have some bills that need to be paid. I fell behind in some of my bills. I made a choice, food and shelter or be cold and hungry. I choose to eat and be warm.

I fell behind on some of my bills and incurred about $1,500.00 in debt. A few creditors are calling for the money. I try the best I can to make payments but at times; I cannot make all the payments.

Mr. President, I have been following the economic bailout you provided to multimillion-dollar companies and banks. Bank and big corporation CEO’s are still getting their multimillion dollar salaries and the companies getting millions of dollars to stay in business, all financed by tax payers dollars.

I would like to know if I could get just $1,500 of that money to help bailout me out of my financial crises. I look forward to your reply.

Respectfully,

Melissa

THE PRESIDENTS RESPONSE

Differences Between Grandpa and Grandma

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Dec. 26, 2008

Bay View, children, crime, family, humor, life

Christmas Songs

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Dec. 21, 2008

Bay View, children, christmas, family, life

Merry Christmas from our home to yours

New technique used to conduct Vishing attacks

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Dec. 8, 2008

crime, family, home safety, identity theft, MPD, police, safety, scams, thugs

New Technique Utilizing Private Branch Exchange (PBX) Systems To Conduct Vishing Attacks

New Virus Poses Serious World Threat

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Dec. 1, 2008

Bay View, children, family, milwaukee

New virus expected to strike Wisconsin area population within days.

Surviving Winter Ice Mishaps

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Nov. 30, 2008

children, family, harbor patrol, home safety, milwaukee, safety, Underwater Investigation

Don't Back Down

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Nov. 26, 2008

children, family, life

Peacemaking is not . . . appeasement. Always giving in, acting like a doormat, and allowing others to always run over you is not what Jesus had in mind. He refused to back down on many issues, standing his ground in the face of evil opposition.

A Recovering American Solider

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Nov. 17, 2008

Bay View, children, christmas, family, father, life, military, things to do, veteran

When doing your Christmas cards this year, take one card and send it to this address. If we pass this on and everyone sends one card, think of how many cards these wonderful special people who have sacrificed so much would get.

What do we need jobs for

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Nov. 15, 2008

family, humor, political

Democrats Got What They Wished For

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Nov. 8, 2008

Bay View, family, life, political, retirement

Capitol Democrats, you just got what you wished for. Are you still sure it's what you want?

Free Immunizations

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Nov. 7, 2008

Bay View, children, family, home safety, life, milwaukee, safety, school

Worry or Meditate

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Nov. 3, 2008

Bay View, children, family, life, school, things to do

When you think about a problem over and over in your mind, that's called worry.

Best times to vote to avoid the rush

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Nov. 2, 2008

Bay View, family, political, poloi, safety

With an expected 300,000 people flocking to the polls in Milwaukee this November 4th, one cannot help but ask, “When is the best time to vote to avoid the long lines?’

Rewarding Illegal Behavior is Dangerous

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Nov. 1, 2008

family, political, retirement

My Mothers Birth Certificate and Obama's

Posted by Don Boots Jensen on Oct. 30, 2008

family, political

October 22, 2008
Joan Swirsky
(critical videos and documents below)
Four years ago, when I had just about completed the lengthy legal and financial vetting process required by the U.S. government to place my then-92-year-old-mother in a nursing home, I was asked to produce her birth certificate as “proof” of her citizenship. While she was born in America, had voted in every election for untold decades, and paid her taxes religiously, that wasn’t good enough to qualify my elderly mother –deaf, legally blind, and confined to a wheelchair – to be admitted to the facility I had chosen for her near my home.

Frankly, I didn't think finding my mother's birth certificate was possible, given the fact that she had been born in a farmhouse in Storrs, CT, along with nine of her 10 siblings, to parents who didn't speak English. Despairing that she would never be "qualified" to receive the care she desperately needed, I set about to find the document, which I was sure had vanished in the unreliable record-keeping of 1913.

First I called an official in Hartford, the capitol of Connecticut, who recommended that I call the Storrs record-keeping office.

That took two minutes.

Next I called the Storrs office and was told to call another number.

That took two minutes.

When I called the third number, I explained to the woman who answered the phone that I was "asking something impossible." I gave her my mother's first name and her father's last name.

Within four minutes, she said, "Here it is!" She had found my mother's birth certificate, and it surprised me when I learned my mother's "real" first name and "real" last name had changed significantly as she and her family became Americanized.

When I expressed my amazement, the woman said: "That's nothing...we're routinely asked to find birth certificates from the 1800s, and we do that all the time!"

Total time it took me to find my mother's 1913, born-in-a-farmhouse birth certificate: 10 minutes!

WHERE IS OBAMA'S?
To this date, Barack Obama has refused - or been unable -to produce an authentic birth certificate that attests to the fact he is an American-born citizen. He has had more than the two-years of campaigning for the presidency of the United States to do this, but failed.

Why is this important? Because the Constitution of the United States expressly forbids anyone born on foreign soil to run for the highest office in our land!

You would think that Obama would have volunteered the "proof" of his eligibility within a nanosecond of entering the race. But here we are, less than two weeks away from the election, and Americans still don't know if Obama is an American!

While Obama's camp submitted a supposedly authentic birth certificate to the far-left blog Daily Kos, it was found to have been a photo-shopped version of the birth certificate of his half-sister, who was actually born in Hawaii, as Obama claims he was.

While this glaring omission in Obama's eligibility to become the most powerful man on earth mystified some and rankled others, a few people - clearly alarmed at what they considered a stealth candidate's attempt to dance his way around the Constitution and venture into the realm of criminality- took action.

SLEUTH #1
The first sleuth was lawyer Philip J. Berg, a Democrat from Pennsylvania and an undisguised Hillary fan.
Last August, Berg - a former deputy attorney general of Pennsylvania and one-time candidate for both governor and senator -filed a lawsuit in Federal Court (Berg vs. Obama, Civil Action No. 08-cv-4083) seeking a Declaratory Judgment and an Injunction against Obama, alleging that the first-term Illinois senator did not meet the qualifications to be President of the United States.

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