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Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler » A Christmas Present For You
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Christmas is a time of miracles. It’s a time to celebrate Good Tidings of Great Joy. A time when we put on display the inherent good will and love for our fellow man that so often lays dormant the rest of the year.

But mostly it’s a time of miracles. So as my Christmas gift to you, my fellow Rotties, my family, I give you this story of a miracle.

Merry Christmas everyone, may God Bless each and every one of you.

31 Responses to “A Christmas Present For You”
  1. LC JackBoot IC/A-OBR Comment by LC JackBoot IC/A-OBR

    Praise the Lord, for small miracles such as these, that we might know that among the vast evils of our world, Goodwill and Love still exist.

    May G-d Bless, this fine American and his son.

    [btw Crunchster, you have the golden touch managing to bury yer’ mates posts, just in time-LOL]

  2. B.C., Imperial Torturer™ Comment by B.C., Imperial Torturer™

    Miracles DO happen. I’ve managed to make it through two family get-togethers, and the requisite house sanitizing that goes along with ‘em, without Mrs. Imperial Torturer™ shooting me in the back of the head or dropping cyanide into my Christmas Cheer™. (Whichever is the beverage of the moment.)

    I’m now enjoying a bit of Santa Claus’s Christmas Cuba Libre™. The fat bastard jolly old elf can stop and pick up his own when he drops in on Habana later on tonight.

    Merry Christmas to y’all!

    :em03:

  3. LC JackBoot IC/A-OBR Comment by LC JackBoot IC/A-OBR

    BC-

    I’m now enjoying a bit of Santa Claus’s Christmas Cuba Libre™

    Sounds like a plan to me, but I’ll make mine with some fine Kaintuckee Whiskey and a dash of water.

    Merry Christmas Brudda !!!

  4. Unregistered Comment by mindy1

    Whenever I read thsi story I just grin, knowing that a small but important difference has been made in someone’s life. I wish them both luck. :em69: :em93:

  5. LC 0311 crunchie I.M.H. Comment by LC 0311 crunchie I.M.H.

    [btw Crunchster, you have the golden touch managing to bury yer’ mates posts, just in time-LOL]

    Wish I could take credit for it brudda, entirely unintentional :em93:

    Hey BC, save me one of those contraband Cubano’s for the fest now, ya hear? That is assuming Mrs. Torturers aim don’t improve none. :em99:

  6. LC HJ Caveman82952 Comment by LC HJ Caveman82952

    And a child shall lead them………..

  7. B.C., Imperial Torturer™ Comment by B.C., Imperial Torturer™

    Hey BC, save me one of those contraband Cubano’s for the fest now, ya hear?

    Just to clarify the record, the “Cuba Libre” is a rum & coke with a twist of lime. I’d NEVER deign to imbibe in the guilty pleasure of a contraband Habana.

    And a child shall lead them…

    That’s because the adults had too many egg nogs.

    :em03:

  8. Radical Redneck Comment by Radical Redneck

    BC, my Christmas present to you ya pyro! This has been a longstanding tradition in these here parts (with Christmas music underneath)!

    Once again, great story crunch! :em69:

  9. B.C., Imperial Torturer™ Comment by B.C., Imperial Torturer™

    RR, thanks, my man. One of these days I’ll figure out how to upload some of my cooler videos of incredible, completely legal, pyromaniacal days at the office.

    :em93:

  10. LC 0311 crunchie I.M.H. Comment by LC 0311 crunchie I.M.H.

    Just to clarify the record, the “Cuba Libre” is a rum & coke with a twist of lime.

    Really? Well save me one of those too. :em03:

  11. Radical Redneck Comment by Radical Redneck

    Kewl BC. I’ll put them on pals’ desktops as wallpaper. A little change from the Lemon Party wallpapers I usually put on them (especially if they don’t know how to change them)! :twisted:

  12. LC & IB GuyS Comment by LC & IB GuyS

    And from the frozen hinterlands of northern Illinois … a very Merry Christmas to all !!!

    Now off to the Christmas beer bin for a brew or two. (Have to get properly in the mood to wrap all the presents and beer is a great internal antiseptic for all the paper cuts and such.) Then the wrap-fest begins, followed by me and the missus all snugg in our bed with visions of …. well, no need to be graphic on this night of nights.

    May all your wishes come true, and may all our guardians, home and abroad, be kept safe and warm.

  13. jaybear Comment by jaybear

    I just finished walking Christmas cards to my neighbors on the old block where we used to live. I look forward to doing that every Christmas as it gives me an excuse to visit with all my old friends and see how things are. Then it was a stop at the Grocery store for something to cook for dinner. As I was looking at steaks I hear a deep voice say “That flank steak will go
    better with one of these” and a big ‘ol candy cane gets thrust in my face….it’s the Meat dept manager dressed as Santa and he’s having the time of his life doing that. He makes a good Santa, a big robust and jolly guy any time of the year…I should have known that he would revel in the Christmas spirit.

    When I get home, totally beat out from running since 8:00 this morning I switch on the Christmas lights and, if I stand in the exact right place in my carport, I’m surrounded 360 degrees by hundreds of lights, strung in the rhodies and bushes and hanging on
    my storage shed and lining my driveway and draped on the bushes at the entrance to our driveway, I went a little overboard this year but they look great. It’s too early to make dinner so I grab a cigar push the dog outside and he and I stand in the carport to admire the lights. At least I do, the dog is too busy rubbing himself in the bushes and knocking down all of those carefully placed lights….but he animates the lights quite well when he does that so I don’t complain too loudly about it.

    Then something else gets my attention. It’s the total quiet of the evening, I hear no cars…no barking dogs…no people…no TV….I’m surrounded by Christmas lights and total peace. Those are the moments that I live for, for THAT moment when all is well, when there is nothing but comfort and joy like the song says. I consider those moments God given reality checks, reminding me of what’s really important. We’re going to pass on church services tonight, my son is pretty sick with some kind of bug, I’m dead tired and so is my wife…we’re going to have a good dinner and chill. I’ll make up for missing church tonight, I have an old 90 year old Masonic Bible that belonged to my great uncle…has a picture of him stapled in it from 1917 wearing his Army uniform, he was a cavalryman and I loved him like a grandfather. I’ll lay in bed and read the Gospel of Matthew (my favorite of the four books) and will remember just who is responsible for the treasured old friends I saw today, and for the jolly guy at the grocery store, and who blessed me with my wonderful wife and sons, and who gives me those needed slaps in the head to remind me of the simple joys of Christmas lights and total quiet and the silliness of my dog and just how blessed this thing called life really is. Yeah, giving and getting presents is fun and I love it…..but I truly value those moments of peace and connection that I experienced out in my carport tonight, and those moments come….it’s just a matter of making things really really simple, forget about deadlines and bills and clients and managers and traffic and every other crisis that you have…..and just breathe, and look, and listen….peace and serenity can be quite overwhelming if you allow it to be……

    but most important of all…….remember what this whole thing called Christmas is all about.

    and be grateful

    Jay Gale

  14. LC 0311 crunchie I.M.H. Comment by LC 0311 crunchie I.M.H.

    jaybear, ya been taking writing lessons from caveman? That was beautiful man. Well, time to get ready for Midnight Mass. Merry Christmas everyone.

  15. Unregistered Comment by LC Roguetek

    I got to be a miracle for someone tonight.

    a small one, but a miracle.

    Mommy and baby stuck on the side of the interstate with a flat tire.

    I stopped, fixed it, declined to take her money, wished her a merry cristmas, and dissappeared into the night.
    :)

  16. jaybear Comment by jaybear

    you were her temporary guardian angel Roguetek, put in her path at the right time……Good on ya’ for stepping up to the task at hand. Like a friend of mine says, the gate to heaven swings open a little wider when we do a good deed for others.

  17. jaybear Comment by jaybear

    jaybear, ya been taking writing lessons from caveman?

    I’d be a liar if I said he wasn’t one of my inspirations….will never match him though, I’m better drawin’ than writin’

  18. Comment by "Lady H" aka Dori

    A little change from the Lemon Party…

    Y’all been exchanging lemonade recipes? :em03:

  19. Comment by "Lady H" aka Dori

    G-d bless you, Roguetek, for helping that lady and her baby out. (From someone whose car used to break down a lot as a teenager, and still has a phobia about her car breaking down on the road.)

  20. Radical Redneck Comment by Radical Redneck

    Mommy and baby stuck on the side of the interstate with a flat tire.

    MILF?

    C’mon, you knew someone had to ask. :em93:

    LH, lemonparty[dot]org

  21. Unregistered Comment by LC Roguetek

    RR- you know, It didnt even occur to me.

    I couldnt even tell you what she looked like.

    I -can- tell you what I think of morons who over torque aluminum rims.

    and that Saab makes shitty scissors jacks.

  22. LC Beth of MVRWC, Imperial Slacker™ Comment by LC Beth of MVRWC, Imperial Slacker™

    EVIL WARMONGERING IMPERIALIST GI STEALS CRIPPLED IRAQI BABY ORPHAN!!!

    /idiotarian

    Great story, crunchie. ;-)
    Merry Christmas, y’all! xoxoxoxo!

  23. hilljohnny Comment by hilljohnny

    jaybear

    I have an old 90 year old Masonic Bible that belonged to my great uncle…has a picture of him stapled in it from 1917 wearing his Army uniform, he was a cavalryman

    it must be serendipity that i searched for and found the following earlier today. in honor of your great-uncle Fiddler’s Green.

  24. Unregistered Comment by LC Elchonon, Imperial Chief of Civil Disobedience

    Crunchy,
    Dont be all modest n shit, next time i’m in town i’ll bring you a coupla cases of cuban cigars. I am sure someday i’ll owe my life to your shooting instructions, specialy with 200,000 arab neighbers who hate jews cuz our w omen are 1,00,000,000 times better looking than their wives.

    http://www.ynetnews.com/articles/0,7340,L-3486144,00.html nice article by aaron klein on bethlehem and muslim intimidation…

  25. Cannon Fodder Comment by Cannon Fodder

    That is a beautiful story that transcends religious and racial barriers. I think it is great that Southworth would do such a thing. There should be more of that for Iraqi orphans.

    Muslims talk a lot of shit and try to act as if they all are close to God and morally better than us. Then you catch a story like this one where the kids parents just abandoned him on the street? People like that should be flogged.

  26. LC HJ Caveman82952 Comment by LC HJ Caveman82952

    Of silent testimony…..
    It’’s Christmas…..
    A wan eye opening, finding myself greeted by a faceful of cat…..another curled up next to me.
    “Good morning, friend Cat..and how are you?”
    A yawn his answer, followed by a morning stretch. Good enough. It’s seven fifteen.
    S’pose it’s time to get up, hearing the Other Half and Offspring in the living room.
    Everybody is opening Christmas presents, kids, one and all. It’s mostly for the kids in so many ways.
    I hope he likes his football……
    Nothing a certain biological imperative, handling the same, stumbling to the kitchen, seeking out the coffee pot………then remembering the cold gray stone……
    Quietly dressing, hunting down a warm coat, for it is about thirty outside, pretty chilly. Stepping to the living room……a triangular case on the bookshelf…….a flag within, willed to me by my dad.
    It is because of men like you we sit here warm, fed and free……what could I give you for Christmas? And Happy Birthday, Dad. You always did tease me about you having the same birthday as Jesus Christ. In some ways you gave your life too..so that I might live free. I miss you, Dad,and could sure use your wisdom and company. You would have loved the Marlin Mary bought me for my birthday……….we could have fired .45’s together at the range…….
    His flight jacket hangs in my closet, his dog tags, POW badge and airmans wings in a case next to a flag.
    A sudden inspiration….
    “Mary, I’m going for a walk.”
    “Now? It’s cold.”
    “To the Memorial….I’ll be right back.”
    And I did, firing up a smoke outside, maybe a three minute walk, quiet, cold and enduring…nice thing about stone.
    I was alone, standing in front of it, walking about it, inspecting, noting the names, may of them long gone Home to God, yet all served in whatever fashion dictated, be it great of small. Someone was tending the boiler providing you with a hot shower, or that plate of hot chow on a cold morning….
    And don’t forget mail call.
    Nobody forgot mail call….
    To stand in front of the names, thousands of years of history embedded within the stone, over a thousand names, again, mute testimony to a belief, an ideal, a nation worth more than their very lives.
    Someone had left flowers at the base of the stone, now frozen and wilted, yet the gift made me smile. Silent, even the birds quiet, for it is cold, like a place called Korea was cold……or the Battle of the Bulge………or walking a flight deck on watch, the very bow of this massive vessel lost in the fog.
    So what could I give?…….Silent memories to the fore………..many are at rest, others simply doing life one day at a time, our various difficulties and joys being dealt with, shared or appreciated. To walk out of my house, seeing three vehicles out front, to realize we own them, all paid for. The cat outside wanting to be petted, not to mention fed.
    I guess all I can do is say Thank You…….
    And I did, quietly turning, leaving the silent stone to share it’s story with the next vet to come along and remember…..
    Merry Christmas, Guys…….wherever you are……..

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  28. LittleRott84 Comment by LittleRott84

    Then you catch a story like this one where the kids parents just abandoned him on the street?

    There are quite a few less enlightened people that see children like that as “useless” and either lock them away or leave them to die. If those countries open themselves up to allow “foreigners” to adopt them as special needs children, then the children would be able to live relatively normal lives, depending on the circumstances. In this boy’s case, with physical therapy and love, he is able to get around, go to school, and live a relatively normal life.

    One case was in the documentary “Chernobyl Heart”. There were several children in Novinki Asylum in Minsk that had ailments such as spina bidifa, cerebral palsy, and autism. They spent the whole day in their beds. When they turn eighteen, they’re simply turned over to the adult side of it. It kind of made me sad, since they could be adopted as special needs children if people from other countries would be allowed to adopt them, and they would flourish with the proper care and love.

  29. Spartan24 Comment by Spartan24

    Muslims are so hard assed about adoption, they seem like they would rather leave a kid to starve on the street rather than allow them to be taken in by a loving family.

  30. LC Hardclimber54 Comment by LC Hardclimber54

    Spartan24

    they seem like they would rather leave a kid to starve on the street rather than allow them to be taken in by a loving family.

    Sorry for the late post…

    The mooslimes do NOT know the meaning of love, never did, never will. Rabid animals cannot love, just hate, even their own…

  31. LC Hardclimber54 Comment by LC Hardclimber54

    LC HJ Caveman82952

    Your heart is about the size of Alberta, Manitoba and Ontario combined… I got some dust in my eyes while I was reading your post… reminds one of a certain crunchie

    Even then your remembered those who cannot be home to enjoy Christmas any longer because of their service to others, and honored their memory.

    Sir, never have I met a kinder spirit nor generous heart as the one beating inside your chest.

    Hope you had a GREAT Christmas!