Come Monday...RyukyuMike

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

I started to title this piece as, WINNING!, but that brings up bad memories of Charlie Sheen’s meltdown.  Okay, and very few of you would believe it.  OKAY, anyone sober wouldn’t believe it, and the truth be told, he probably just felt sorry for me.

Anyway, around three weeks ago, I entered a contest on [Mike’s Ryukyu Gallery], and I was named one of the winners.  Oh yeah, I was absolutely thrilled.  For the following is what I won.

Yep, that’s an osprey, which is also known as a fish hawk.  Quite obviously, they also live on and around Okinawa.  For that is where Mike lives, and where most of his pictures are taken.

Not only does he take spectacular pictures of all sorts of wonderful things, Mike has a wonderful sense-of-humor, which will be sorely tested.  For when I first thought about the following song for this piece, I was thinking that he is a Scot.  Well, it turns out that Lynch is Irish.  I really do hope he still thinks it’s funny.

Link: [On YouTube]

Please Also Visit:

[FishHawk Droppings]

and

[The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter]

A Sunday Drive

Back during my childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived.  Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a weekly series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again.  The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.

Link: [A Thousand Country Roads]

Link: [Abstraho]

Link: [Love is an Ocean of Emotion]

Link: [Motherhood...Unscripted]

Link: [My Himalayan Cat Goma]

Link: [Notes From Smelly Rhino Studio]

Link: [Our Loonyverse]

Link: [Photo Gallery Blog]

Link: [Rocky Choleric]

Link: [Shakespeare Wuz 'Ere]

Please Also Visit:

[FishHawk Droppings]

and

[The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter]

Trib Updates and SOS!

This is a weekly series that will include a brief summary of the latest articles that have been published on The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter.  Hopefully, this will encourage you to go check out some truly outstanding articles that have been published by a number of truly outstanding authors.  Moreover, I hope this will also encourage you to want to become a contributing member/author, as well.  The “Hear Ye!  Hear Ye!” site explanation near the top of the side-bar should answer many of your questions.  Along with the updates, there will be some commentary on some of the spam that has been sent my way, which is what the SOS! (Spam On Saturdays!) is all about.  No, I do not expect to accomplish anything with the spammers.  For if they understood what they are doing, surely they wouldn’t be doing it, but it will make me feel better, which is all that counts—right?

[Jisr al-Shughour] is a very poignant article by Adullamite about some reasons for and against going to war.

[Smokers Ruin Outdoor Concerts For Me] is another provocative by Lavender Darwin.

[Let’s Clear The Air] has me wondering who is really behind a proposed cigarette tax hike in Missouri.

[Letter to Gene Simmons] came as quite a shock to me.  For it is from Lavender Darwin, and instead of being a rant against the KISS rocker’s antics, this letter is full of compassion.

[Largest-Ever Abortion Facility in U.S. Sparks Moral Outcry] contains a linked image of a huge abortion facility in Houston, TX from Lavender Darwin.

may
19th 2011
Attn:

My name is William Fryzer, a solicitor at law. I am the personal
attorney/sole executor to the late Mr. Craig hereinafter referred to as my
client. My client and his immediate family members died in a car in East
London on the 5Th of November 2006. He was a Sub-Comptroller working with
Chevron Texaco Oil here in the United Kingdom and Left behind a deposit of
five Million Eight Hundred Thousand British Pound Sterling only
(5.8million Pound Sterling) with a bank. I have written several letters to
the embassy with intent to locate any of his extended relatives whom shall
be claimants/beneficiaries of his abandoned personal estate and all such
efforts have been to no avail.

I have professional reasons to use a legal means to present a next of kin
of my deceased client. This is legally possible and would be done in
accordance with the laws of the land. On this note I decided to search for
a credible person and finding that you are, I contact you, that with your
consent, present you to the "Trustee" as my late client's family members
as to enable you put up a claim to the bank in that capacity as a next of
kin of my client. Please get in touch with me by my alternative email
service122@info.al

Regards.
William Fryzer
Dechert LLP London
160 Queen Victoria Street
London, EC4V 4QQ
UK
Phone: +44 203 239 4943
+44 702 403 4794
Fax: +44 844 774 2671

Okay, please bear with me for a minute.  For I realize that this notification looks rather suspicious, but the across the holler neighbors of my first wife were Craigs.  No, there wouldn’t be anything all that significant to that except for the fact that one of their sons had an ornery streak about a mile wide to him, and he loved making trouble for Sam and I during our courtship.  Well, years later, he and I became fairly good friends, and I am thinking that this might be a way for him to ease his conscience over being so mean years ago.  Furthermore, this email coming out of Albania makes it sound even more legitimate to me.  So, what do you think?

Please Also Visit:

[FishHawk Droppings]

and

[The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter]

Sites To See

The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is to call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as a recommendation, and I have included sites that are rather disturbing to me.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.

 Link: [A Day in the Life]

 Link: [A Step Into My Life]

Link: [Above The Norm]

 Link: [Absorbing The Wonder]

 Link: [The Hand That Feeds You]

 Link: [The Hot Harrison House]

 Link: [The Prickly Side of Life]

 Link: [The Sword and Staff]

 Link: [The Underground Rooster]

 Link: [The Van Cleave Family]

 Link: [These Roving Eyes]

 Link: [Tippy The Wonder Dog]

 Link: [Together With Dogs]

 Link: [Two Bears Farm]

Link: [Velvet Over Steel]

Please Also Visit:

[FishHawk Droppings]

and

[The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter]

Arlo Guthrie vs. Willie Nelson

 Link: [Arlo Guthrie]

Link: [On YouTube]

City of New Orleans

Arlo Guthrie

Ridin’ on

The City of New Orleans

Illinois Central

Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars

And fifteen restless riders

Three conductors

And twenty-five sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey

The train pulls out of Kankakee

And rolls along past houses farms and fields

Passin’ trains that have no name

Freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of the rusted automobile

Good mornin’ America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

Dealin’ card games

With the old men in the club car

Penny a point

Ain’t no one keepin’ score

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels

Rumblin’ ‘neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters

And the sons of engineers

Ride their fathers’ magic carpets

Made of steel

Mothers with their babes asleep

Rockin’ to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails

Is all they feel

Good mornin’ America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

Night time

On the City of New Orleans

Changin’ cars

In Memphis Tennessee

Halfway home

We’ll be there by mornin’

Through the Mississippi darkness

Rollin’ down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem

To fade into a bad dream

And the steel rail

Still ain’t heard the news

The conductor sings his songs again

The passengers will please refrain

This train’s got the disappearin’

Railroad blues

Good night America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

Link: [Willie Nelson]

Link: [On YouTube]

City of New Orleans

Willie Nelson

Ridin’ on

The City of New Orleans

Illinois Central

Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars

And fifteen restless riders

Three conductors

And twenty-five sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey

The train pulls out of Kankakee

And rolls along past houses farms and fields

Passin’ trains that have no name

And freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of the rusted automobile

Good mornin’ America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

And I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

Dealin’ card games

With the old men in the club car

Penny a point

Ain’t no one keepin’ score

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels

Rumblin’ ‘neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters

And the sons of engineers

Ride their fathers’ magic carpets

Made of steel

Mothers with their babes asleep

Rockin’ to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails

Is all they feel

Good mornin’ America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

Night time on

The City of New Orleans

Changin’ cars

In Memphis Tennessee

Halfway home

We’ll be there by mornin’

Through the Mississippi darkness

Rollin’ down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem

To fade into a bad dream

And the steel rail

Still ain’t heard the news

The conductor sings his songs again

The passengers will please refrain

This train has got

The disappearin’ railroad blues

Good night America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

Please Also Visit:

[FishHawk Droppings]

and

[The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter]

WhiteHeart Wednesday

Link: [Don’t Wait For The Movie]

MP3 Audio Player From: [BlogDumps Video]

How Many Times (Seventy Times Seven)

WhiteHeart

Lord

I got no more tears to cry

Someone has hurt me

Done me wrong

I’m walking wounded

Oh Lord

Lord

This pain is a knife of fire

Why does it have to turn out this way

Why do the innocent seem to pay

How many times

Must I stand in the waves of this crashing sea

How many times

Must I forgive all the hurt that’s been done to me

Let the jury go

Set the sinner free of

Seventy times seven

Lord

I really don’t understand

I’m looking ‘round for some stones to throw

You’re telling me I should let it go

How many times

Must I stand in the waves of this crashing sea

How many times

I hear what You’re saying inside of me

But I don’t understand the mystery of

Seventy times seven

How many times

Have You wept from the anguish of all my shame

How many times

Have I nailed You up on the cross of pain

You bled from a broken heart

And I was to blame

Seventy times seven

Over and over again

Seventy times seven

Lord You know just how hard I have tried

Seventy times seven

Gotta see that I’m hurting inside

Seventy times seven

Don’t You know that my pride is at stake

Seventy times seven

So tell me how much one should take

Seventy times seven

Seventy times seven

Seventy times seven

Link: [WhiteHeart]

Please Also Visit:

[FishHawk Droppings]

and

[The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter]

TWO FOR TUESDAY

Link: [Arlo Guthrie]

Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world. For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

Link: [On YouTube]

Alice’s Restaurant

Arlo Guthrie

You can get anything you want

At Alice’s Restaurant

You can get anything you want

At Alice’s Restaurant

Walk right in

It’s around the back

Just a half a mile

From the railroad track

You can get anything you want

At Alice’s Restaurant

NOTE: Be assured that there is more to this song than just what I have included here. For he is not repeating the same chorus for 22 minutes, give or take several seconds. Ah, but the rest of it is a narrative, which I figured was too much to include. Granted, it may have more to do with laziness than anything else, but I’m going to stick with not typing it all out as being an editorial decision. Nonetheless, I hope you will want to listen to it all. If you haven’t heard it before, you are in for a real treat, and if you have heard it before, you already know what a treat this “song” is.

Link: [On YouTube]

When A Soldier Makes It Home

Arlo Guthrie

Halfway around the world tonight

In a strange and foreign land

A soldier packs his memories

As he leaves Afghanistan

And back home they don’t know too much

There’s just no way to tell

I guess you had to be there

For to know that war was hell

And there won’t be any victory parades

For those that’s coming back

They’ll fly them in at midnight

And unload the body sacks

And the living will be walking down

A long and lonely road

Because nobody seems to care these days

When a soldier makes it home

They’ll say it wasn’t easy

Just another job well done

As the government in Kabul falls

To the sounds of rebel guns

And the faces of the comrades

Being blown out of the sky

Leaves you bitter with the feeling

That they didn’t have to die

And there won’t be any victory parades

For those that’s coming back

They’ll fly them in at midnight

And unload the body sacks

And the living will be walking down

A long and lonely road

Because nobody seems to care these days

When a soldier makes it home

Halfway around the world tonight

In a strange and foreign land

A soldier unpacks memories

That he saved from Vietnam

Back home they didn’t know too much

There was just no way to tell

I guess you had to be there

For to know that war was Hell

And there wasn’t any big parades

For those that made it back

They flew them in at midnight

And unloaded all the sacks

And the living were left walking down

A long and lonely road

Because nobody seemed to care back then

When a soldier made it home

The night is coming quickly

And the stars are on their way

As I stare into the evening

Looking for the words to say

That I saw the lonely soldier

Just a boy that’s far from home

And I saw that I was just like him

While upon this earth I roam

And there may not be any big parades

If I ever make it back

As I come home undercover

Through a world that can’t keep track

Of the heroes who have fallen

Let alone the ones who won’t

Which is why nobody seems to care

When a soldier makes it home

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

Please Also Visit:

[FishHawk Droppings]

and

[The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter]