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Acid-Alkaline Balance 

The chemical factory that is the body requires a precise equilibrium of 16 basic chemicals, and correct acid-alkaline balance plays a vital role this process. Foods, after digestion and absorption, leave either an acid or alkaline ash in the body depending on their composition. Normal body chemistry should be approximately 20 per cent acid and 80 per cent alkaline, thus the food intake should reflect this balance.

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Valentines Day Two Thousand and Nine

St Valentine was cad they say,

Not a Saint to whom we all should pray,

But still and all, there is a Valentine’s day,

Of which I’ll write a bit, if I may.

I’ll celebrate that love’s from above

Despite its leaden feet of clay.

I cannot turn my face from this,

A handsome guy and his beauteous miss.

‘Course life on earth is just for a spell

And the end is death, and where we’ll dwell

After the end, and the judgment comes,

And all we’ve left is our daughters and sons.

So gather ye rose buds while ye may,

And live to love another day,

And, yes, celebrate another Birthday

But stop to study, and think and pray.

For God’s in his heaven and all’s wrong with the world.

There’s life with Him, when we’re dead and gone

And the lives of our children with each new dawn

Holy children like flags unfurled.

That catch the winds of the Holy Spirit

That flies above us every day.

Hey, love is the way, can you hear it?

Hmmm, I must say, Happy Valentine’s Day.

Vision Improvement Without Glasses Seems Like Magic But It’s Actually Based On Science! It involves simple eye exercises that anyone can do at home or at work without attracting undue attention. It can’t totally fix everything, but it can fix a lot and is worth a trial. No harm is done if it doesn’t work perfectly and the exercise for your eyes will be good in any case. (more…)

Monday, January 10, 2005

Vote For Life

Every time a child dies, God cries.
Angels’ tears stream from their eyes.
Every time a child is turned away,
Heaven prays that it can stay.

Every time a child is born
A miracle occurs,
And every time a child is lost
Devils hiss a curse.

Every time a child is born
Choirs of angels sing,
Smiling up into the face of God,
And we hear church bells ring.

For children true are God’s reward,
The economy is helped,
Jobs are kept, goals are met,
And immigration put on hold.

The pattering of little feet we need.
Are we all merely selfish greed?
Defend our land, and way of life,
Don’t cast away precious seed.

For Onan’s sin today, we pay,
All inns are full, no place to stay,
The child no place to lay his head,
The mom, no place to put their bed.

We wage war on the little child,
With words polished, pious and mild;
Like we care? Like we want to share?
Like why not open up our purse and be fair?

We’ve built a child unfriendly place,
Without regard of religion, or race.
Now, we’ll disappear without a trace.
America’s gone, close the case.

We have no children! Face it!
Were taught to, kill it, or space it,
And to leave for heaven in a space suit,
This culture of death demands it.

We’re grinding our best kids into the dust,
While factories turning out rust.
When the immigrant comes, our jobs go,
And little Jose replaces little Joe.

We need the patter of our own little feet
Instead of, “this is cool,” and that is “neat.”
Defend the heart of our great land,
Remember the Alamo, take a stand.

We’re way too hard on the family tie,
Lust for the buck has hung our kids out to dry.
Where they’re left lone, un-mourned, to die,
With out a sigh, or even a goodbye.

Our old are eating the young today.
Social Security, and we want it our way.
The young be damned, they should have no say.
We’ve stripped ‘em bare, we’ve cut their pay.

Taxes rising sky high on families with children,
They can go without children and live in the trees,
And can all turn Gay, for all we care,
Let them make it the hard way if they can.

Raise their tuition, stick them with loans,
Tired and depressed? Let ‘em watch porn.
Tell someone who cares, about wasted seed corn.
If we rot in hell, we won’t be alone.

We’ve got it made, till we’re laid in the grave,
And even from there we’ll still rant and rave,
And curse the damn kids, and all their needs.
We’re taking it with us, the bangles and beads.

We’re spending it all, don’t give us a call,
For everything’s hocked up to the gills.
As our number comes up, we’ll drain the damn cup
At our second home high up in the hills.

For God we care naught, but drawing the draught,
We don’t want a cold, you know we’re old.
So what if they’re good kids,
That played by the rules, just as they were told?

We won’t let ‘em marry, have babies, nor tarry.
So what if birth-dearth is scary?
Pro-life somewhere else is what it’s about,
But life here and now, just has no clout.

The wastrel, the slag, the ugly the bad,
We’re glad to pay that mom and dad.
But not a nickel to spare, for the lad in our care,
Who is all that we have to depend on.

It comes of self-loathing, spending on clothing,
With never a thought to essentials.
It’s been quite a ride, on the incoming tide,
As for paddling out, we’re tired.

Why care for tomorrow, we’ll not be here,
So why should we do anything out of fear?
Let ‘em have no kids, put themselves out to bids.
Why bother us now about kids.

We’ll buy our way to heaven.
The preacher we pay, is paid well to say,
That we’re all the salt and the leaven.
Hey, Vegas says, “Seven, come Eleven.”

Our kids have seen what we have done,
And they can just go and do likewise.
We had no kids, and they can to,
And the death of us all will not be a surprise.

Over and over the story goes,
The children we have, two, one, or none.
How long before both heaven and earth
Strikes us down from our place in the sun?

The Republic was ended, aloof, and unbended
Before it had really begun.
Franklin was 18 of 20, and Mason had 12,
Jefferson one, and Washington none.

Before long we were on the run.
As births fell from that time on-ward.
The dumbing down of the set green fuse,
Opened the door for a vast misuse.

It’s funny how God would allow,
His people to fail in this way.
Does it not say, as to how we pray,
For money, not children, today?

Our cupboards are filled, our fields tilled,
Yet, something, somehow’s amiss.
We pray not aright, due to our poor sight,
We can’t see the hand on our right.

Our sons and daughters are given no quarter,
While our enemies laugh with glee.
Our treasures offered, to fill other coffers,
While religion is larded with scoffers.

Every time a child is born
On any kind of morn,
A grandparent is pleased, a sister is teased,
And a brother is born to be squeezed.

Every time a child’s not born
A sale’s not made, a job is lost,
And new mouth’s not fed, and put to bed,
And we are poorer in that child’s stead.

If we lose every shining crusade we’re on
And win on children, we’ve won.
If we win on every conservative token,
We lose, if our promise to children is broken

There’s no goal higher, and no cause righter
Than to re-populate ourselves.
Every child lost, is a missed lost chance
To see it someday sing and dance.

If harm comes to a child, it is simply sad,
But to have it to come from us,
Is a curse that is always bad,
An offensive to our God that we cuss.

Repent it says, in every way,
And hope the Redeemer forgives us.
You control the births, you gave us this dearth,
Striking your child, from a place on this earth.

You, lady, if your husband demurs,
Take away from his side your allures.
You, husband, if she oppose,
Take your seed and elsewhere repose.

If you both agree to depose
The child from his righteous throne,
May God have mercy on your souls,
To Spare you from the glowing coals.

It’s true, our vines have tender grapes,
So who would act to squash them?
Your walk must match your talk,
Did you walk, or did you balk?

If the child’s not here, then where did it go?
Who is the guilty kidnapping culprit?
Somebody must have made it disappear,
Documented in heaven, accusingly clear.

The child you contracepted gaily,
You’ll see it’s face the day you die.
The child you tossed into the sink,
Will haunt you with its lasting cry.

You are not here to play with life,
This is not a game to charm and please.
We are here to do what’s right,
We are here to God appease.

It’s not right for you to live,
Denying life to others.
To your own blood and bone,
You owe it to life to give it a home.

Don’t start with, you don’t have the food,
God and everyone know that’s a lie.
And don’t go on about too many children,
When we’re not even replacing those who die.

If you really believe that whole pack of lies,
You’re a champion liar, with your tearless cries.
Vote life; Affirm life, in each word you say,
And put that practice in place, regardless of race.

As Mother Teresa, was prompted to say,
In her simple Saint’s way,
When asked, “What do we do, about abortion?”
“Why, just have children today,” she’d say. 

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Voter-Politician Exchange Of Letters

Background: Voter has read some literature put out by a Republican politician and responded to him via email. He wrote back. Here are the two letters. They seem to be telling us something. It turns out that Mr. Politician, on further examination, had no interest in anything but safeguarding his own little piece of cheese, just like every other politician. (more…)