Friday, December 4, 2015


via Verne Strickland Facebook & USA DOT COM
December 4, 2015

There is much confusion about the policies and direction of the Obama presidency. Pundits and politicians alike flounder when trying to explain the actions of President Obama. The reason for this confusion and misunderstanding is the lack of courage to identify and integrate the unmistaken evidence of what they are dealing with.
Obama and His Muslim Legacy

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The recent defense of Islam at the prayer breakfast was a central clue to what is going on in Obama’s mind. Searching for some way to downplay the role of other religions and therefore equivocate atrocities performed today with those of other religions in the past can only be described as evasion of context. Denying the words Islamist terrorists and constantly referring to Islam as a religion of peace only confirms his basic premise that translates into action to promote Islam consistently and almost openly. When you look at the words of the Koran and Obama’s actions you see a pattern that cannot be misinterpreted.
First take the Islamic tenet that lying to promote Islam is perfectly acceptable. This includes such practices as evading and distorting. We know the man is a liar from his claims on healthcare, his shovel ready jobs and “ You didn’t build that”. Why would we accept that he was truthful when he swore to defend the Constitution. That has been an obvious lie.
Now consider that what if a man with Muslim proclivities decides that his contribution to Muslim dominance can best be served by using his oratorial talents to become President of the United States and then undermine the county with weak leadership, massive debt and doing all that he can to diminish America and her defenses? Could not a person’s intent on Muslim dominance accomplish this mission to some extent? It was pointed out by Laura Ingram that Obama seems well qualified to accomplish what he wants to accomplish and she pointed to his elections, his free college program, his stimulus , etc. But when it comes to dealing with ISIS he seems feckless. Is this because he doesn’t know what to do or is it because his agenda is far different than an American President who would want to protect and promote the American Dream?
President Obama seems to have little interest in his legacy as an American President. No one would want their country to become more mediocre, weak, and debt ridden if they had a spark of rationality in them. Yet these destructive avenues keep being advocated and reflect only a mission to boost Muslim stature and diminish America. His foreign apologist speeches can only point to such a mission.
In Obama’s mind where he displays many of the attributes identified by Patai in his book ,” The Arab Mind”, we see the notion that speech is more potent than action, lying to promote Islam is perfectly acceptable and a central drive to avoid denouncing Islam is evident by the weak leadership regarding national defense. Releasing terrorist leaders and attempting to close Gitmo also fit with the overall objective of a Muslim legacy.
At the end of his term of office he will be able to say to his Islamic cohorts, “ See what I have done to promote your case and diminish the power and stature of the nation of infidels as asked by the Prophet. Such a legacy will sit well with the Muslims who will see a path to dominance they had not envisioned. Infiltration will be the strategy of the Muslim future and although simple bombing will continue, infiltration into the institutions and government will play a major part. Identifying and challenging this invasion will require more than simple vigilance. A lock step party will only accelerate the invasion as we have already seen. If no one is willing to identify this mission for what it is America will be degraded to the status the Muslim religion seeks. The land of the free without the home of the brave will cease to exist.

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Thursday, December 3, 2015


Echoes of San Bernardino -- where radical muslims introduce themselves. Again. 


December 3, 2015

Bob Collins Copy and paste this on ALL muslim stories! Flood them with the truth!


The Paris bombers were Muslim
The Shoe Bomber was a Muslim
The Beltway Snipers were Muslims
The Fort Hood Shooter was a Muslim
The underwear Bomber was a Muslim
The U-S.S. Cole Bombers were Muslims
The Madrid Train Bombers were Muslims
The Bafi Nightclub Bombers were Muslims
The London Subway Bombers were Muslims
The Moscow Theatre Attackers were Muslims
The Boston Marathon Bombers were Muslims
The Pan-Am flight #93 Bombers were Muslims
The Air France Entebbe Hijackers were Muslims
The Iranian Embassy Takeover, was by Muslims
The Beirut U.S. Embassy bombers were Muslims
The Libyan U.S. Embassy Attack was by Musiims
The Buenos Aires Suicide Bombers were Muslims
The Israeli Olympic Team Attackers were Muslims
The Kenyan U.S, Embassy Bombers were Muslims
The Saudi, Khobar Towers Bombers were Muslims
The Beirut Marine Barracks bombers were Muslims
The Besian Russian School Attackers were Muslims
The first World Trade Center Bombers were Muslims
The Bombay & Mumbai India Attackers were Muslims
The Achille Lauro Cruise Ship Hijackers were Muslims
The September 11th 2001 Airline Hijackers were Muslims'
Think of it:
Buddhists living with Hindus = No Problem
Hindus living with Christians = No Problem
Hindus living with Jews = No Problem
Christians living with Shintos = No Problem
Shintos living with Confucians = No Problem
Confusians living with Baha'is = No Problem
Baha'is living with Jews = No Problem
Jews living with Atheists = No Problem
Atheists living with Buddhists = No Problem
Buddhists living with Sikhs = No Problem
Sikhs living with Hindus = No Problem
Hindus living with Baha'is = No Problem
Baha'is living with Christians = No Problem
Christians living with Jews = No Problem
Jews living with Buddhists = No Problem
Buddhists living with Shintos = No Problem
Shintos living with Atheists = No Problem
Atheists living with Confucians = No Problem
Confusians living with Hindus = No Problem
Muslims living with Hindus = Problem
Muslims living with Buddhists = Problem
Muslims living with Christians = Problem
Muslims living with Jews = Problem
Muslims living with Sikhs = Problem
Muslims living with Baha'is = Problem
Muslims living with Shintos = Problem
Muslims living with Atheists = Problem
**********SO THIS LEAD TO *****************
They’re not happy in Gaza
They're not happy in Egypt
They're not happy in Libya
They're not happy in Morocco
They're not happy in Iran
They're not happy in Iraq
They're not happy in Yemen
They're not happy in Afghanistan
They're not happy in Pakistan
They're not happy in Syria
They're not happy in Lebanon
They're not happy in Nigeria
They're not happy in Kenya
They're not happy in Sudan
******** So, where are they happy? **********
They're happy in Australia
They're happy in England
They're happy in Belgium
They're happy in France
They're happy in Italy
They're happy in Germany
They're happy in Sweden
They're happy in the USA & Canada
They're happy in Norway & India
They're happy in almost every country that is not Islamic! And who do they blame? Not Islam... Not their leadership... Not themselves... THEY BLAME THE COUNTRIES THEY ARE HAPPY IN!! And they want to change the countries they're happy in, to be like the countries they came from where they were unhappy and finally they will be get hammered!!!!!!!!

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Verne Strickland

Tuesday, December 1, 2015


I belong . . .

BY VERNE STRICKLAND  December 1, 2015

I belong in this place. With these people.
There are not many times in our lives when any of us can say this with assurance.
Here I belong.
We are bound together by one common thread that brought us together – cancer.
Our meeting place is the chemo suite at the Cape Fear Cancer facility in Wilmington.

This is not designed as a social center. Its purpose is to treat cancer victims with sophisticated, individually designed chemotherapy treatments administered intravenously. These high-tech drugs kill cancer. Boost survival rates. Offer more precious time to patients.
There are usually twenty or more patients here at any one time. I am one of them. We sit in comfortable padded recliners, as registered nurses circulate about, hooking us up to IV units that drip measured amounts of cancer-fighting drugs into our bodies.
Some read, some sleep, others may chat quietly with those in neighboring chairs.
There is not a sense of urgency here. Or a sense doom or fear. We know why we are here. We know this is the serum of life that is poured drop by drop into our veins. And it is this that kindles the spirit of togetherness we seem to feel as a group. We are all on a mission of life or death.
Patients with a wide array of cancers in various stages are in this room. I have a bone and blood cancer – multiple myeloma – diagnosed by highly-respected oncologist, William McNulty. I have endured a lot of pain, and a lot of fatigue, weight loss, and other side effects from the treatments.
But I am one of the lucky ones.
The kind and gentle registered nurses move with efficiency and purpose throughout the room. Each may care for three or four patients. Using their computers, they monitor the cancer-fighting fluids going into each individual. This is the stuff of life and survival they administer. It is comforting to note their dedication, professionalism, and caring attitude. To us they are guardian angels.
I will spend about two hours once a week in chemotherapy. People with more serious illness may spend as much as eight hours in treatment. It’s a sacrifice they are willing to make for the benefits of the powerful medicines that kill cancer.
Today I strike up a conversation with a pleasant well-spoken cancer patient seated beside me. Bob is about sixty, a retired U.S. Naval officer. He has lung cancer. Compared to him I have a garden variety malignancy. But my cancer can also kill.
There is no bitterness in this wonderful man. It cannot be said that he is resigned to his fate, because he fights with courage and tenacity. But he knows that, short of a miracle, he may prolong the fight, but is not likely to win it.
“Do you have a faith that is helping you through this?” I ask. He looks at me with a steady, alert gaze. “Of course. God watches over me.”
I discover references to the Almighty throughout this Wilmington cancer ward. Earlier, as I conversed with a sweet lady of about seventy, she confided that she had been healed by one of those miracles Bob was talking about. She is back with another threat – pancreatic cancer. I believe in miracles – I have had my own -- and told her I would pray fervently for her. She inspired me greatly. But this may be a tall order. Then I think of Lazarus.
On a previous session in the chemotherapy suite, I met a seemingly robust gentleman with a jovial spirit. He looked tanned and fit. He lives here on the coast, retired from a successful career with his own chemical company. He likes boating, fishing, and enjoying his family. He has esophageal cancer, but evidences no outward concern or burden with his illness. It is like this at every turn with these people – a special breed in every way.
But back to my Navy pal Bob. He was good company, and I think each of us bolstered the mood of the other as we got acquainted.
He said, “You know this is actually a wonderful thing we share here. All of us are struggling with similar problems. It just helps to gather like this, knowing that the person next to us understands. I think we gather strength from this, even when we don’t talk. We’ve all been brought here. We all belong here. It’s a path we have to take.”
It was a profound statement. And I feel it too. In the midst of the sickness, the pain, the unknown destinies each of us face, there is a special camaraderie that is palpable.
It’s a feeling of hope, understanding, tenderness toward others, resignation, love. God gives us that along with the suffering, which, incidentally, we are each promised. The experience strengthens us, focused our attention on the important things in this life. It somehow seems a fair trade.
Thank you, Lord.

Until the day break , and the shadows flee away

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Till the day break , and the shadows flee away

   Until the day break, and the shadows flee away' 
   Song of Solomon 4:6

    This is on my Grandfather's tombstone. He died June 22,1941

    It has a stunning effect on me. He took his own life on this day.

    I am so desperately sorrowful. I perceive his last moments.

   Here is how I envision him on his day of everlasting Glory:

     I see him rising fresh-faced from his torment
    And hear the flutter of a small dove's wings

    Rays of a morning sun seep through leafy boughs, dappling his face -- It is pale,

    lean, luminescent

    There is a light of wonder in his eyes --
    drenched by dew, God-sent tears 
    like sprinkled holy water
    as from a stone baptismal font 

    My grandfather, young again, his time unspent,
    smiles joyfully as he sees
    the face of Jesus

    He is risen -- risen indeed
    Thank you Precious Lord

    Verne Strickland

Sunday, November 29, 2015

 ONCE A POET by Verne Strickland, 

 November 11, 1976

  ONCE A POET By Verne Strickland

November 11, 1976 Crown Center

  good god it’s dark in Baltimore
  and cold in Kansas City
  and I’m headed for the bright lights
  in a first class jet airplane

  I have come across the country
  in my prominence and glory
  and the people who are waiting

  hope I’ll let them buy me whiskey

  I am living in the high time

  but inside I’m sick and heavy
  for my boys and my sweet woman
  are at home cut loose and drifting.

  that’s a winter sun that’s sinking
  and it’s colder than my insides
  and my mind is pale and sighing
  maybe dying

  but my life and times are fat
  and stuffed with fortune fame and favor
  and my vest is smart and fitted
  and admired by poor Chinese

  it is mine the dream you crave
  I have bought it with my greed
  and it’s all the hell and loneliness
  you’ll need.