We have a few friends that need prayer. Some are family members, some are from our church, and some are just friends, but they all need as many people as possible lifting their needs up to our Healer, so I will give a quick rundown of what is happening...
Shmendrik: (shmen- drik) n. (Yiddish) a pathetic and foolish small time ineffectual loser, a jerk.
I saw this at LittleGreenFootballs, but it comes from The Dry Bones Blog, hosted by Yaakov Kirschen.
It is good to know that there are others who have not been hoodwinked by
"The Jimmy".
One night, my buddy had come in while his girlfriend was downstairs finishing up. He had the knack for really cracking me up, so we lost track of time, and sat around drinking coke for about an hour, before we realized she was taking too long to finishing up. He looked at his watch and said, “Let’s go see what’s taking her so long.”Carter: US forced Palestinian elections on Israel
Admission puts blame for Hamas' empowerment directly on Bush Admin
This is the same Jimmy that was calling for financial aid to be given to Hamas last week.
"The Jimmy" also deliberately misquoted United Nations Resolution 242, making it slant toward the Leftist interpretation of reality, which really irritates me, because it is the same tactics that the Democratic Party has used for years. They say what they want the truth to be, regardless of what the truth really is, and then rely on the public's ignorance. By the time a rebuttal has been made, the general opinion of the public has already been swayed.
Shame on Jimmy - Some really good (though misinformed) people actually trust him.
I am still in a state of Press Photo denial, so allow me to welcome back Mr Kotter.
“Donkey”, and “Mr. Danger”. For starters, I think the term is “Elephant”. Mr. Chavez must not realize that the Republican symbol is the elephant. The “Donkey” is usually used to depict the Democratic Party; to name a few, Jimmy (“The Jimmy”) Carter, Hillary Clinton, Cindy Sheehan, and Susan Sarandon, all are part of the “Donkey” Party. Now, as for “Mr. Dangerous”, we can look to the “Donkey” to give us some good examples.
On a side note, Susan Sarandon is going to play Cindy Sheehan, “Peace Mom” in a new movie, which forces me to wonder who will play Chavez in the infamous kiss scene.
“The Jimmy” is all wrapped up in swindling the UN at the moment, so he is out. Bill is too busy with Hillary’s debauchery, which they like to call a "campaign", and Dan Rather is in retirement,(a result of his showing blatent false documents that lied about our President). I am sure that together, Cindy and Hugo will think of someone vile enough to glorify the moment that was forever etched into our brains.
Mattisyahu's new album jumps straight to number four on charts
News Agencies
"American hassidic rapper and reggae star Mattisyahu has taken the American music establishment by storm: His new album "Youth" has jumped straight to number four on the best seller charts."
This should fuel the conspiracy about Jews running
lighting the candles, and blessing the kids. So far it has been fun, and at times frustrating. Fun, in that we are learning new things about our walk – all of the pictures of Yeshua that we find in His day of rest, relaxing with the kids, family Bible Study ...and the kids and I get to play bluegrass music together (standard Sabbath keeping stuff, huh?). Frustrating in that we don’t really know what we are “supposed” to be doing to prepare for it, and I have a job that doesn’t allow for me to be present on every Saturday. Regardless, it has been an eye opening experience that we will continue to grow in.
Well, today is Purim.
Purim is celebrated in honor of the great deliverance of the Jews during the time of Esther, and is to be a time of great joy - we are to be happy! Each one of us who believe in Messiah Yeshua (Jesus Christ) and obey Him, have also been delivered from an enemy that wants us and our families exterminated. What a great opportunity to step into the "Old Traditions" and celebrate it in light of the awesome deliverance that has taken place in our lives.
True, I never had a guy build a gallows for me, but I had death looming over my head day after day in the form of severe alcoholism.
No, I never had the King's right hand man single out my family for persecution and death, but I put my family through hell, and jeopardized the lives of those that I loved on a daily basis.
I never had a King choose me through miraculous circumstances to be his Queen (bear with me here), but I did have the King of the Universe choose me to be a part of His Bride; a process that lead me through some of the most miraculous events I have ever experienced
Read the book of Esther online here, and then check out one of these articles on the Festival of Purim and then ask yourself,
“Were you put here for such a time as this?”
This nifty little piece of technology actually shows me where people are visiting MangDiddles from. To my surprise, today there were visits from To me, that is pretty exciting. Now, if only I could get those people to leave comments...
Just who are these obscure visitors? I have a sneaking suspicion that the
Of the others, I can only speculate.
...oh, I almost forgot; to all of the countless masses of Mangdiddles fans in
I say, “Sawatdee Khrap”.
I read about this on LGF, and am linking to it because there is absolutely no coverage coming from the Mainstream Media.
Can you imagine what the response would be today, if an arsonist tried to torch a mosque anywhere in this country? NBC, CBS, and ABC would be fighting each other to get there first; Katie Couric would be calling for “tolerance”, and Dateline would hold a special, telling of how bigoted we in
...sounds like news to me.
Suggests Israelis, not the Arabs, are the real terrorists
I have two words for you: Un-clean.
I have been told by a few people that I should start writing down all of my "Near Death Experiences", so I started about a year ago. Some of these things are a little hard to believe so you don't have to if you don't want to... but they're true. Durring most of these events, I was pretty screwed up on alcohol and drugs, so I have had to contact people that were there, or involved in one way or another to validate my memory .
I only have one reason for telling these stories, and that is to show just how good my God, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob has been to me. I should, by all reasonable accounts be dead.
So, without any further ado, here is the first of my stories...
When I was about twenty-six years old, I worked as a hod carrier for a brick mason. A hod carrier is the guy that makes and hauls the mortar for the one laying the brick. It is very hard work, and it’s hard to keep people on a crew because of the high demands and low pay.
On one particular job, we were laying concrete block for a building at a steel mill. It was supposed to be a wall that stood about twenty-four feet tall when finished. When the wall grows to about five feet off of the ground, you have to set up scaffolding in order to keep building up. This was never a fun job, and people seemed to rush to get it done, which is not a good idea from a safety standpoint. The scaffolding that we used came in four foot high sections that were about eight feet long. We were all familiar with how to put this stuff together. We also knew that the pieces all had to have cross bars put on them. Why this section in particular wasn’t put together with the cross bars on it is unknown to me, but never the less, they were missing.
The wall we were working on was about 8 or 10 feet high, so we had two sets of scaffolding, one stacked on top of the other. I was on my way to lunch, walking on the top of the wall, in order to get to another set of scaffolding so I could climb down to eat. There were two people in front of me that had stopped to talk about what they were going to do that weekend, so I went ahead of them, and stepped out onto the platform that was on top of the second set of scaffolding. As I stepped out, I felt the platform begin to give, and to my horror, there was a huge “cube” of concrete block immediately in front of me, about ten feet away (a cube is somewhere around 140 concrete blocks). As the scaffolding began to teeter, I could see that the blocks were going to fall in my direction, and I had nowhere to go but down with the ship.
I heard a voice in my head, but it wasn’t really a voice; it was more like a very loud thought, which told me to tuck my arms in, and stand up. Stand up?! It all happened so quickly, that that was all that I could do anyway. As I looked down, I could see an opening in the middle of the piece that made up the vertical side of the scaffolding section. I sort of aimed for that hole, and closed my eyes, hugging myself as I went down. I don’t remember what it felt like to land, but I remember being taken off guard by doing so. I had landed standing upright in the middle of that side-wall with concrete blocks and metal tubing totally surrounding me. When I say surrounding me, I mean up to my waste, in every direction. The dust was still falling when I heard a voice from the top of the wall saying, “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my- I can’t believe that just happened!”
It was a woman who was on the crew, and maybe it was because she was getting ready to step on to the platform, or maybe it was it was because of what she had just seen, but she was actually in tears when I looked up. Before I could even take in what had just happened, the boss was yelling from the other side of the wall, “What in the h#@l was that!?” Followed quickly with a “Get that G*@@#*%#@ mess cleaned up!!” He was feeling nice that day.
I never did explain to him what had just happened. I don’t think he really cared. The lady who was so upset was told to go on to lunch, and I was told to clean the mess up. This was my last experience involving concrete blocks and scaffolding. I did go on to build a few foundations, all of which were no taller than four feet.
People tend to think that it is ludicrous to insinuate that God as ever said or did anything. At the same time, however, the Islamic nations almost never hear any rebuke for killing in the name of Allah.
I believe that the problem lays not in the titles “God” or “Allah”, but rather “The God of Israel” and the “god of Islam”. There is no reconciliation of the two. Either God is the god of hate, that commands the death of all Christians, Jews, and “unbelievers”, or he is the God of Love, who has laid out plainly in the Torah just exactly where He intends for His people to live, and how He wants to be worshipped.
In a country where freedom is preached from the rooftops, we must ask ourselves why our country’s media leaders seem to cater to the god that ultimately calls for their own destruction.
Here's an update on this story, from Worldnetdaily:
Israel will have to act on Iran if UN can't
And, in case you were wondering... they can't.
Well, I let you down on the promise of a "Car Swarm" resulting from the "accidental" death of the Islamic Jihad commander last week, but today Y-net has a story on the four people killed in Monday’s Gaza attack, and right on cue, we have the infamous "Car Swarm", (name courtesy of LGF), and Y-net has the pictures:
Y-Net’s story:
Air Force hits again: Four people were killed in 
Well, I just got back from the Matisyahu concert, and it was awesome. They kicked the show off with “Lord Raise Me Up” (my personal favorite), and from there, went right into “Youth” from the new CD. The whole show was a mixture of old and new. Before I tell you about Matisyahu, I must tell you about the guy that opened for him. His name is Trevor Hall, and he was... OK.
Back to Matisyahu.
I was a little surprised at how laid back he was before the show. He stood by the edge of the stage and watched the opening act and talked with the people who, wouldn’t seem to leave him alone. I got the feeling that he knew he was on the verge of something huge, and he was still trying to be as much of a normal guy as his surroundings would allow him to be. He seemed to be having fun though. If there is one thing that stands out about Matisyahu, it is the undeniable sense that he was genuinely having a good time, regardless of the surreal surroundings. I mean, you have this Hasidic Jewish guy singing these incredible songs, clearly praising Hashem (The Name), to very good reggae music. Then, in the crowd, you see college girls dressed like they were supposed to be at a Motley Crue show, waving their beers in the air, dancing with college jocks, and other assorted suburbia. There were all types.
As for the music, it was just as good as I had expected - except for the rapper, C-Rayz, who went up and did a little "freestyle" ditty on stage. Of the three guys that I took, nobody really cared for that part of the show. 'C' kept yelling, "Positive energy" then expected the crowd to repeat it, which they did, to the tune of about thirty times, which got a little old.
I got to learn Matisyahu's songs by listening to the Live at Stubbs CD, and they were definitely as good at the Vogue as they were at Stubbs. The band is dripping with talent – all of them. There is one peculiar thing that I noticed though. It concerns the guitarist, Aaron Dugan. While his rhythm is crystal clear, pure talent, with reggae roots, and his solos are concise, pieces of art that escalate into structured chaos, there is one thing that I can not shake. He bears a striking resemblance to Andy Dick.
See for yourself:
Talk about surreal.
In 3 hours, we will be at the Vogue, in Broadripple,
The last show that I saw at the Vogue was in the late 80’s, for the Circle Jerks (with Sloppy Seconds);
my, how times change.
I have a prayer request that I need to get on here before I leave. A good Friend of mine just found out that he has a tumor on his spine. He is a believer, and has a big family. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. I will update when I know more.
While many countries, including the
"Iran's top nuclear negotiator, in a speech to the nation's leading Islamic clerics and academics, has admitted what many in U.S. intelligence have been saying all along – namely, Tehran duped the West on its nuclear program by continuing its development while using diplomatic talks to lull the Europeans into inaction."
I think I should make it very, very clear that I do not believe that they fooled all of the Americans, or even most of us; just the Liberal, Leftist, Clinton following, Gore loving, Jimmy Carter hugging, UN trusting Democrats..The usual people who fall for such camel dung.
I am sure that somewhere, somehow, Cindy Sheehan is violently trying to make her way to
When she finally does slither in to the 
As a veteran of Desert Storm, I can honestly tell you that complacency in this country makes my stomach turn - granted, not as much as the likes of Katie Couric, Hillary Clinton and Cindy Sheehan do, but turn none the less.
We are truly asleep at the wheel.
My lovely wife and I are ordering the "Shadows of Messiah" Torah Club, Volume II. It goes through the Torah (first five books of the Bible), and expounds on the pictures of our Lord and Savior, Yeshua Ha'Mashiach (AKA; Jesus the Messiah).
Shabbat Shalom!
While today is a day of rest, tomorow is a day of intense, heart pounding, hasidic reggae music. I must admit that I am a little giddy about the concert. I can’t help but throw my hands in the air and praise God when I hear his music.
Check out the lyrics for Exaltation...
"Exaltation"
[Chorus:]
Exaltation, my G-d of salvation
The field and there in will be filled with jubilation
The lord's name will be proclaimed amongst the Nations
We don't have no time for patience
Heavens rejoice and the earth will exalt
Oh no, come swing back like a catapult
The sea and its fullness will roar
He is our help and our shield our soul yearns for the lord
Burning G-d of Yaacov everlasting stronghold
Break down the door I can't hold back no more
Wait all night long, until the early morning
Like night watchmen wait for the dawning
[Chorus]
Arise, be our help
Place my trust in your kindness
It's a must hoping in the G-d of deliverance
Since way back when before time began
Existing eternally, everlasting, rejoice in the name of his majesty so we sing
[Chorus]
Chant sweet melodies, utter hymns and sing praise to his name
For he's alone exalted holy,
Performing mighty deeds and making new things,
Sowing righteousness and creating healing
He spoke, the world came into being
Master of praise, renews each day
Redeems and saves, continuously, blessed is his name
Making great lights, creating luminaries
Abounding in mercy
Won't you grant me?
Understanding
To perceive, all the teachings in your Torah of love, existing eternally, lead me
Barukh attah Adonai eloheinu melekh ha-olam, asher
kiddeshanu bemitzvotav, vetzivanu laÂ’asok bedivreo Torah.
Blessed art thou, Lord our G-d, King of the universe, who
sanctifies us with Thy commandments and commanded us
to engross ourselves in the words of the Torah.
And the Hebrew word for the week (based on the weekly Torah Portion) is yalad:
Meaning to bear, beget, or bring forth. Two derivatives of this word occur in the first verse of parashat Toldot: And these are the generations of Isaac, Abraham's son:Well, Jimmy Carter is at it again.
I thank God that I wasn't old enough to vote when this guy was elected. Never the less, the New York Sun reported (calling him "Mr. Carter" throughout the article) that he is up to his familiar anti-American, anti-Bush, anti-Israel antics again; this time in the form of promises he is making to 'powerful countries' at Turtle Bay (namely, Cuba, Egypt, and Pakistan), concerning the restructuring of the UN Security Council (by Security, they mean blind, spineless observation, when they are allowed).
...that's more like it.(This is old news, but I felt the need to get my two cents in on it, so without any further ado...)
Too asinine to be called propaganda, too moronic to be called politics, and far too idiotic to be considered a valid assumption, I give you the diabolical Tom and Jerry plot, set in order by Zionists, of course!
(special thanks to MEMRI.org).
I mentioned in the February 10th entry that I had just purchased my first batch of sculpting clay, and that I was going to post my results. Well, I don't have anything finished yet, but I do have some pictures of the first stages of a Roman soldier bust that I am calling "The Centurion". I was commission to do this in salt, for an art collector in Lafayette, IN, but the salt sculptures are proving to be far too costly for my budget (the salt dust is rusting my tools - to the tune of about $300 so far).
