Mercy Me

Today I had a good night out with an old friend. Actually he will be baby girl's Godfather when we have everything in place to get her baptized. He had a point about Mercy and said that it must be the last thing to go when you are seeking justice, and at the forefront of your quest for justice (essentially, that is paraphrased). He talked in particular about the early Church and how they prayed for the blessings and prosperity of their persecutors even as they were being thrown to the lions. The discussion then turned to immigration.

He managed to convince me that amnesty for the immigrants here is not necessarily a bad thing, and that deportation is not necessarily the answer to all things illegal immigration (not that I believed either extreme to begin with). I guess you can say that I am a pro-amnesty Conservative now, but prior to amnesty, you must answer the what next and how do we prevent this from happening again questions. I propose below a couple simple answers:

What next?
Have those who have come here illegally go through the same process those who have come here legally have had to. That would require them to fill out all the back ground checks, medical paperwork and other useless non-sense those who came here legally had to fill out. If they are healthy, have no criminal history and can support themselves without being a burden on the society (as all immigrants and sponsors have to promise) then they can say provided they pay all fees plus a 30% penalty. If they have any diseases, can not support themselves without public aid or have a criminal past, then they must go home, just as anyone trying to come here legally would be denied entry.

This new set of laws would provide for a couple of exceptions:
1. Asylum for those politically or religiously persecuted.
2. Those who have been here over 3 years (I had to promise the my wife would not be a burden on society (welfare recipient) for the first three years she lived here, it seems only fair that those who have not set down roots must go home).

In the case of an anchor baby under three years old, the baby would be able to return with full US citizenship upon reaching age 18. Prior to this age they are considered a minor, and since the parents are subject to another country's laws and not ours, they can not stay. Once the citizen has re-entered the US they may apply to bring the rest of their family here under existing laws and regulations.

How do we prevent this from happening again?
Secure the borders with a fence and back it up with the necessary personnel to ensure the US remains the US. Re-write existing laws so that it is easier to come here. After talking to someone who works for DHS my eyes were opened to the feelings of a lot in the industry. It seems, especially way up the chain of command, the attitude is that they do not care who is here, or how many come from x country. They just want to know who is here. In other words, drop the quota system. Allow for a new process that lets anyone who wants to come in to the country, provided they bring what is good about their culture with them, and leave what they are leaving behind.

This may not be an ideal solution for all, but it will solve some of the problems. You can not realistically deport everyone that is here illegally, but you can send home the bad eggs,and make sure no more get in. That will keep the US the US and not turn it into a Banana Republic.

As to what Mercy Me has to do with this, I guess that once again my eyes have been opened to the need for Mercy from someone who needs His Mercy...

Prayers,

Pisio

Agenda?

I just want to state this ahead of time. I do not condone murder. Whether it be killing a baby killer, a murderer or someone who is completely innocent it is wrong on all levels. However, two recent murders have caught my attention and one has caught that of the media.

A prominent baby murderer by the name of George Tiller was killed over the weekend. It is shocking and horrible and tragic that someone who supports a right to life would kill someone who did not share that view.

Monday morning, an army recruiter was killed by a Muslim convert who hated the US military. This is shocking and horrible and tragic that a patriot doing his job could be murdered by someone who did not share his views.

Yet as of today there are over 7000 references in the main stream media to the murder of George Tiller and a mere 500 references to the murder of William Long. One has to ask themselves why? Why would the media cover the murder of an abortionist at a rate of almost 12 -1 over that of an Army soldier.

It could be argued that since Tiller was murdered 24 hours before Long that there are more articles, or that they needed news over the weekend because Obama was not out apologizing for being American (he was spending over $24000 of tax payer dollars on a night out with his wife though).

I have another theory though... Tiller's murder fits a template and an agenda of the MSM and elected/appointed officials to paint pro-lifers as radicals and terrorists. They want to paint those of us who lean right, or are right of center as out of the mainstream and this story helps them get that message out. The Long story though is not politically correct. It paints a picture that no one wants to show. Muslims are supposed to be peace loving people. Yet here is one that does not fit that portrait. Instead of reporting honestly on the story, one whacko did something horrible, they are hiding it.

So in one case the murder is a good thing for the media. It helps them paint a picture they want to show, in the other case it is not what they want to show so they hide it.

Maybe I am a paranoid right wing nut (Okay... I am, I know Obama's brownshirts are coming to take me to the reeducation camps), or maybe there is something to it. I have to admit that I would not have even known about the Army recruiter's death if I had not turned on local talk radio this morning, but I could not avoid the evil perpetuated by the misguided soul who killed Tiller. Why?

Prayers,

Pisio

P.S.: It may go deeper:White House and DOJ Silent on Shooting of Soldiers

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Long Time

I guess I need to post. It has been a while.

I just do not know anymore. I have a lot to say, I think, but the words are not coming out. I recently had to get glasses for reading. They are helping a lot. I no longer have tension in my head when I read or browse the internet. Maybe, just maybe this will mean I will start blogging again, and getting the words out.

The glasses will be extremely important for me this coming semester. I have four classes, all on Thursday, a 100, 200, 300 and 400 level class. If all goes well I will be graduating a year from now. I am really hoping that all goes well. As it stands, I am worried for my children and the future of my country. I am wondering if the US as I knew it, loved it and served it will ever return. My guess is that it will, but it will not be until my grand children's children are old enough to take control of the government.

True fear is waking up to find that your high school class is running the country- unknown.

Prayers,

Pisio

“Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition
that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end”

R. J. Wiedemann LtCol. USMC Ret

Dunno

Got no clue when I became the man I became. If you can even call what I am a man. My dad's death sent me reeling... careening with no clue to who I am. Suddenly he passed... dropped dead of a cardiac arrest... Lived for nine days... hung on...

Three years I've searched for me, but without him I cannot find me... Reeling... pushing carts... I am at a loss.. no skills beyond those that I developed to please him.. nothing of my own... lost...

I hate this... I hate this... I hate this... Lost...

Prayers...

Pisio

I can't write, and it scares me. The one thing that I have always had is the ability to express myself in words. I can't anymore. My well is dry and it worries me. I have lost all my words and my tongue. I guess I am just out of practice. I need to get back to what I was. Force feed me please. Give me things to write about... I miss the release and the free flow of ideas...

Prayers,

Pisio

Adventures in Cart Pushing I

Seriously, I had heard stories about all the weird things that happen on a Wal-Mart parking lot, but I never honestly believed them. Every once in a while now though, I will relay the adventures I have working at a Wal-Mart directly to you, my readers. Believe it or not, I actually love this job. I never thought that I could find a job where I was paid to work out. The things that happen on the parking lot are beyond belief but too funny not to pass on.

The week after Christmas was a busy one. We were busting our butts as usual. The carts were going out faster than we could push them in. I had been cart pushing for less than a month, and today this day would would prove to be pretty weird. You see, we find all sorts of things left in the parking lot, and in the shopping carts. Items range from purses and wallets to sunglasses and babies diapers. Today though, we found dinner...

Someone had the nerve to leave an unplucked chicken in a bag in a shopping cart. WTH? I mean seriously, what did they expect us to do with this? We told the CSS about it, and even they were puzzled. Little did we know that an odd co-worker from the Garden Center would have the solution... He would take that chicken and put it out on a log where the hawks, or something could get it...

I am so happy I landed in a country Wal-Mart. The characters and circumstances are hard to match... I hope over the course of the next months to show just what a fun and interesting place I work at...

Prayers,

Pisio

Season's Change

So much for updating this blog once a week... hehehe... Maybe, just maybe I will be on top of things again. I freed up about 60 hours a week by giving up my job at the Church for Lent. I will always be a youth minister, just never on a parish staff again. It is just too demanding and the politics of parish life is enough to challenge even the strongest faith (not saying mine is stronger than anyone else's, but I do have a deep seeded one).

It is supposed to be spring, but I think the news said it was about 13 degrees outside and we are under blizzard conditions. I love days like this when I am just stuck in the house with Mikey and da momma. We all took a three hour nap this afternoon after doing the pre-admittal to the hospital. We are all excited and nervous about little Gabby's birth. We know that God will not give us anything that we can not handle, but we really are struggling with the timing of things.

My job at Wally world is still awesome. I love allowing my brain to rest and working out my body. I have not been this sore in a while, but my mind feels fresh and relaxed each day when I sit down to do other things. I am looking forward to progressing up the ranks there. It is so nice to have a job that is not dependent on charitable giving or DOD funding (both of which our current president looks zero out).

Maybe I will post something of substance tomorrow, or perhaps I won't. I really am enjoying having time to focus on the things that I like...

Gobooldy,

Prayers,

Pisio