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Turning off Google Voice – Verizon and Sprint
There’s a lot of chatter on the subject of Google Voice. Like others, I decided to give it a try and it really wasn’t what I was hoping for in the end. I get a voicemail message and I end up with 3 to five text messages depending on how much chatter the caller left. Then, I have to log on into Google to retrieve the message in a text format, which is “terrible” at best. The only option is to listen to the playback, and that’s really poor quality as well. The best chance – turn it off and opt-out.
There’s a lot of gibberish saying you can’t opt-out, with a few bubble-gum teenagers complaining about “monopolies” like Google. Actually, opting out is quite easy if your Verizon or if your using Sprint.
Log into Google, and then open a new browser and type “Google Voice”. That will bring up your Google Voice page easily enough. On the lower left-side, you’ll see your phone number. Click it. Then on top is a tab for “Phone” and finally, look below the body section there and you’ll be giving an option to disable.
You’ll get a pop up with a magic number to dial on your phone. Dial it and your phone will give you a quick busy signal. Now, you’re done!
Pastor Steve Anderson (is a douche).
Woah – Dude… What exactly was the last time you read your Bible?!
Your “sermons” use language like “Hate” and “Faggot”? Really? …And your a pastor?!
Buddy, let me help – just for a second here. The word “Christian” originates to the phrase “…to be Christ-like”. A Christian reflects, the simplistic life of Christ.
I’ve listened to that YouTube, and I’ve sat under the tutelage of Independent Fundamental Baptist pastors since I was born… I was raised Indy-Fundy Baptist, and was sent to an Indy-Fundy Baptist school from 1st to the 12th gradee. Now and I gotta tell ya… There’s no “Christ-like” in you — at all. Your sermons do not reflect what Christ taught.
Your sermon(s) in that YouTube – you don’t preach “Christ”. Your sermons preach “Hate”. And that’s truly a shameful thing for a stranger along life’s road to stop and point out to you. It’s sad that you have folks who pay you a salary to preach that kind of hatred.
The Son of God admonished that we do not judge others – that’s to be God’s job and not ours. However, the Lord did not say that we weren’t allowed to express our opinions. I just think that the Devil must be dancing for joy these days… Because he has you! And what’s more entertaining for the Devil than a Hatemonger like yourself?
Point 1: The New Testament clearly discuses the subject that during the Crucifixion, and Christ’s last moments before death, the veil that hung in the Temple was ripped in half. This was a heavy thick cloth and it was ripped instantly like it was tissue paper. The point of this subject was that this was God’s promise to all the world that this would be “Human civilization version 3.0″. Considering Noah’s Ark being God’s Promise as “version 2.0″, the death of our Lord and Savior was God, The Father’s “third promise”.
Translation: The Old Testament is out… The life of Christ is in!
We, as a society, do not run out and throw rocks and stone women who are not virgins before marriage. We don’t kill women who wear clothing of a mixed- thread.
Your hatred of “faggots” and using “Sodomites” is a diminished view on applicable Laws listed in Leviticus. It doesn’t fly.
Applying Levitical Law, a code applied to an ancient nomadic people of an ancient time, is the equivalent of trying to apply US Law to some guy living in Tokyo, Japan. One is a hubcap, and one is an iguana.
Point 2: Trying to imply Old Testament folk-lore (yes, I said “folk-lore”) as an excuse to razzel-dazzle your audience is sad. You present yourself as a clown, or a court-jester. The Son of God – he fed people. He healed people. Christ said: “Suffer the little children and let them come to me.” He did not say “Suffer the little children…No really – make sure they suffer….”
Stop being an actor in front of your flock.
Be a teacher! You’ll be surprised by the results. I promise.
Point 3: Homosexuality is not “new”. Gays have been around as long as the human race. Whether you like it or not…It’s true.
North American Native Indians have had gay (lesbian and gay men) within their culture for thousands of years.
The Catholic Church, long before St Augustine married same-sex couples. Social charters from villages and towns from Moscow to Sardinia have existed in marrying same-sex couples thousands of years. Whether you like it or not. …it’s true.
Let me help:
Catholic priests wear a “dress” when they’re giving the sacraments.
US Judges wear a “dress” when they’re listening to litigation.
Women wearing pants (pantaloons) while in the field – cross-dressing…
Cross-Dressing and wearing opposite-sexed clothing is — Oh dear.. It just goes way…way…way back.
Fact: Plato’s Syposium – some 500 years BEFORE the time of Christ, talks explicitly about homosexuality.
Fact: Sappho, one of the most literary giants of the human race, wrote scads of poetry. She live on the Isle of Lesbos, and 100% of her writings were about her female-lovers. (Women who love only women, hence the term “Lesbian”.)
And yet – as much as you hate “Faggots”, you’re not going to find one single solitary word on the time of Christ where he shares in your hatred.
Not one!
You can not, and you may not, ignore the fact that Christ spoke to the religious leaders in the Temple at the age of twelve. We, …all of us… will agree that Christ – even as a child – was very well read! He knew the literature and the classics. He astonished the elders in the Temple with his knowledge of scripture, literature and culture. He was very well aware of The Symposium, and of Sappho…
…And He didn’t say Boo-One.
Stop lying to your flock, Buddy. And please stop Hating other Americans!
You’re a terrible American. I’m a United States Veteran of the US Air Force and you’re an embarrassment.
Really.
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Hull-Rust Mine, Hibbing, MN
fter my paternal Grandfather passed away in the mid-1970′s, my parents sort of inherited some of the farmland where we built – a barn. Why not? Some folks build a cabin, and we decided on a barn instead! My parents and my brother went into those woods and we cut down all of the trees ourselves and hauled them out of the woods. We took them to the sawmill there in town and while our logs were getting buzzed, we began to work on the foundation. We dug out the “basement” space and had a cement truck drive out to pour the foundation. Then we began laying the brick. After a year or curing the wood, we began to build! The silo on the side, is a spiral staircase going up to the hayloft above. It was only in the pasts five years or so that we had the elecric-utility hook up the “juice”. (Mom need her curling iron to work.) The only thing we hired out was for someone to help us with the fireplace. The City of St Paul was digging up the streets’ cobblestones and selling them for $.08 a piece so we made six trips with a box trailer loaded with cobblestones and drove on up north to “The Barn”.
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This “little hole” in the ground is about the size of a golf cup. Seriously, it’s 3 1/2 miles across and 500-odd feet deep. The taconite mined out of the entire range was milled and then shipped via Lake Superior to the steel making factories in along the shores of Lake Eerie. A majority of New York City’s skyline was built from the iron ore hauled out of Minnesota’s Iron Range.
Point to note: Minnesota’s favorite folk singer, Bob Dylan was raised in this quiet town of Hibbing, Minnesota – population of 16,000+ souls!
We wandered aimlessly, crawled into the mining shovels and admired the dump truck’s tire-size. The prairie grasses and flowers are everywhere and the wind seemed to keep the humidity down. I tried my hand at one of those “panoramic” shots with the camera. I was a little off in my aim, but it should give you a good glimps of what we got to see.
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He’s my buddy..! Little Otis….
The following day we spent in Grand Rapids, the home town of Frances Ethel Gumm, whom you might know better as Judy Garland from The Wizard of Oz. The town shoulders up against Pokgema Lake, which is simply a water-way for the Mississippi River. (It’s like Lake Peppin in southern Minnesota/Wisconsin: The river flows outwards and forms a lake and then drains out on the other side.) I deliberately mispronounced it “Pokegema” as “Pokie-Gama” just to be evil until Bruce picked up on it. He started calling it “Pokie-gama” and musing: “That’s just like that Japanese game ‘Poke-mon’!” I had a lot of laughs.
(Hint: It’s pronounced “po-keg-ah-ma”, but don’t tell Bruce that.)
The next day we packed up, turned off the fuse-box in The Barn along with the gas and headed into town. We had lunch with Grandma Hart and she found a way to snatch the meal ticket and pay for it. When I told the server that we were waiting for “Grandma Hart” she knew immediately who I was talking about. My Grandma is an icon in northern Minnesota. She’s 93 and she can still beat me in a foot-race. She’s German-built, four-foot eight inches and packs a whallop.
A week later, my Dad, he’s 73-something, called and said that Grandma really liked Bruce a lot. “She told me that she thought Bruce was a really nice guy!” my Dad said.
And that’s my summer of 2011. It concludes with the family cabin The Barn, Hibbing, Minnesota, my Grandma Hart, Bruce (who turned 64), Little Otis in a mud-puddle and Bob Dylan.
Now all I gotta ask: Is this essay good enough to let me join the big kids in the Sixth Grade?!
Turkey Troubles
I was out on the 3-season porch and noticed a turkey that wandered into the back yard. It’s a female, and she’s simply looking for food, who ended up on the south-end of the house. I decided to get Little Otis off the bed and his afternoon nap and see what happens when he sees this huge bird.
I got him to follow me around the opposite direction of the hen’s side and when he finally figured it out – he tore after her with a gasp of fright from her. It was hysterical. She took flight and ended up on a limb and stayed up there for about an hour. Little Otis followed her flight-path and sat down on the ground and barked and howled at her for about thirty-minutes giving her “the what-for” from his perspective…. It was great.
Enjoy!
