WOODBINE AARP CHAPTER 5292 TO HOLD HOLIDAY LUNCHEON on 1Dec16.

Woodbine—Mayor William Pikolycky is pleased to announce that Woodbine AARP Chapter 5292 will be holding its Christmas luncheon December 1, 2016, at Surf Dog,1563 Route 550, Woodbine, from noon am to 2 pm.

Entrée is choice of either Penne Vodka, Flounder, or Chicken Piccata.

Nonalcoholic beverage & dessert also provided.

Cost is $20 (no refunds). Please indicate your meal choice on check.

Make check payable to AARP Chapter 5292. Checks can be mailed to AARP, PO Box 678, Woodbine, NJ 08270

All Seniors welcome to attend.

Deadline for payment is November 23. Payment will NOT be taken at the door.

The AARP is also requesting the donation of gifts for door prizes from local businesses.

For information call Larry Jones 609-231-3486; ljlarry668@gmail.com or Dee Ciabatoni 608-408-1783;deeciabatoni@hotmail.com.

“This will made a great kick-off to the winter holiday season and a chance to enjoy yourself with friends.”, says our wonderful Mayor.

Bias in the media, by Bill Colley

There is a moment in Stephen King’s apocalyptic novel “The Stand” where two characters suddenly realize they’ve damned their souls. I read the book in just one week but when seeing the movie version the scene really struck me for its brevity. The characters acknowledge their plight and then move on as if they’ve lost nothing more than a quarter when fumbling for change. I suppose this is how many journalists react when they cross a line and become campaign appendages for Hillary Clinton. Or any Democrats of the past. The election of Barack Obama in 2008 now has the feel of ancient history, but I remember a statement from the editors at Politico. When the mother of one of the men criticized him for being in the tank for Obama the so-called journalist fired back in an editorial with two words: “So what?” So much for objectivity. I get the point editorials and opinion columns are held to a different standard. However, the man was responding to criticism of his site’s overall coverage.

Four years later we were subjected to similar moves by Candy Crowley and Chris Matthews during heated presidential debates. Matthews sold the trope a video mocking the Muslim Prophet was responsible for Benghazi. Not sure he’s ever said sorry. Crowley apologized after the fact but the damage was done. I give her credit for a moment of conscience. Even if it was brief. During the 2012 election cycle a guy at MSDNC named Lawrence O’Donnell mocked another prophet. He called Joseph Smith a charlatan, crook and adulterer. Maybe not in all of those words, but there was never any pangs of guilt for having insulted the faith of tens of millions of his fellow countrymen and countless millions around the world. O’Donnell remains a liberal icon. Any critics of Islam are shamed by the liberal establishment, media elites and other fellow travelers. Mormons are fair game for attack.

So I’m surprised when I see someone in media actually concerned about standards and the eventual destination of his soul. Enter Frank Miele. He’s a writer at a newspaper in Kalispell, Mont. I don’t know much about the place. An old girlfriend had a job offer in Kalispell four years ago and wanted me to join her there. When she found another line of work Montana for us got deep-sixed. I imagine it’s a bastion of conservatism by its location on the map. Miele I’m not sure about. His biography tells me he’s a native of Stony Point, N.Y. His hometown is a six or seven hour drive down Route 86 from my much more conservative hometown in Upstate New York. Miele worked previously in Bismarck and maybe in his wanderings he discovered liberalism isn’t a self-evident truth. Or he’s standing up for the ethics news media once etched on walls and followed like an evangelical follows the Bible. In a column last week the writer took on the behemoth known as the Associated Press. An AP reporter assigned to cover a Donald Trump rally wrote a lengthy story replete with subjective judgments about Trump’s motivations. An incensed Miele rewrote the wire copy by removing the faraway reporter’s biases.

His column was picked up by multiple outlets across the web. Give that man a medal!

A few weeks ago I picked up a telephone call and John Butler was on the line. The first time John called me was in 1989 when he offered me a job at one of the most respected news radio operations in the United States. We were in a small city, but when I went to visit him the following Monday there was a clipping on the newsroom wall. The station had been voted among the five best of its kind in the country. I spent six years working for the man. He was an old Goldwater Republican. Our managing editor could best be described as a Sanders socialist. I was a registered independent. Elected politicians frequently told me I worked for an enterprise that was the fairest of them all. John left for St. Louis in 1995 and for the next 20 years won every conceivable award for journalism for which a radio or TV station can qualify. Now retired the past 10 months he’s bemoaning the daily bias he witnesses. Another old mentor, Kenn Venit, teaches journalism at Quinnipiac University. Kenn’s older brother used to joke with me about his younger sibling being a media liberal. Not that I could ever detect Kenn had any politics. When I started hosting a political talk show in 2003 another one of my old mentors was flummoxed. “I didn’t know you were a conservative,” he said. He wasn’t supposed to know while I was reporting the news. None of you are supposed to know.

Reading the nasty comments from fellow travelers at the bottom of the Miele column in the Montana paper, it’s clear by the response the leftists believe the public is best served by a servile news media doing the bidding of liberal politicians. You’ll see the same angry comments if you read this writer’s column online. The walking pustules who hide beneath the guise of aliases don’t realize the talk radio universe and Donald Trump are reactions to the monopoly they once enjoyed. It’s the height of hubris to wake every day and claim your worldview is the only proper outlook. Apparently this hubris permeates the newsrooms of America where many believe it’s their civic duty to derail candidates they don’t like. I ask, when did God give them larger brains than readers, viewers and listeners? Where do they differ from Robespierre and other revolutionaries who maintain they’ve cornered the only truth and now must make their neighbors conform or be forced to conform to the latest social fads and social engineering?

Today I read where 7 percent of all births in the United States last year were the children of illegal immigrants. The night before I saw a story on CBS News where illegal immigrants were portrayed as victims and opposition is simply racist. This is bias writ large. As if taxpayers who are struggling to keep a job, find a job and heat their homes are bigots because they fear the destruction of their nation. If modern media would acknowledge the poor, white yokels had legitimate concerns, then maybe the rest of us would have more respect for journalists!

Those of you working in newsrooms across the country can’t be that blind to reality. America is ailing. The public needs unvarnished information to make decisions. Instead we’re fed a diet of groping, locker room jokes and allegations of racism. You may not know the name Samuel Joseph Wurzelbacher. The fellow travelers in media dubbed him Joe the Plumber. When he wasn’t impressed by candidate Obama eight years ago the news media gave Joe a figurative anal probe. Tell you what, when reporters start looking into the backgrounds of Trump’s accusers you’ll find a lot of people who are the cousins of Democrat Party ward bosses. But then that would be journalism. How could they then carry their girl across the finish line? To paraphrase a “Man for all Seasons;” It profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world… But for Hillary Clinton?

Bill Colley is the host of Top Story at News Radio 1310 AM.

A Small Candle in the Dark


Different. What is different? It is a word with many meanings. Sometimes good sometimes bad. Different can be standing out as the cool kid. Or different can be being the one who does not follow the crowd.
In this century of crowd followers it is easy to want to do the same. It is easy to just go with the flow and not worry about whether what you are doing is right or wrong just as long as it “feels good”.
Today we live in a country of lemmings following each other over the cliff never stopping to wonder is there another way. People go with whatever is considered the norm, even if they feel like it is wrong or rude or distasteful.  They do so because they do not want to be labeled as different or weird. Nobody wants to be called weird or different and nobody wants to be called out on not going with the crowd. That is why so many bad things happen. Gay marriage, transgender, people having tons of sex with no commitment for some examples.   People may not believe these things are right but because they do not want to be labeled as homophobe or a hater or not letting people be open or something that makes then seem to be bad people in the worlds eyes they go along with what everyone else thinks instead of speaking out.
Being a teenager in this age is really hard. Teenagers are the biggest culprits for being lemmings because the world of the teenager is ruthless. You can get ostracized, ignored, made fun of just for not wearing the “right” clothes.  As a teenager myself I have seen it happen to people all over the place.
People will always try to tell you, “Its ok to do it”.  It might be wrong but because you do not want to be different or be on the outside you convince yourself by thinking, “Everyone else is doing it. So it must be alright”.

Society is always going to try to tell you, “It’s ok to smoke drugs. Its ok to not listen to your parents. Its ok . . . its ok . . .    ”That voice inside you, however, is screaming, “No! NO! NO! It is not ok!”

Who are you going to listen to?
It would be easy to just listen to the little devil on your shoulder saying, “It’s ok. Do it.” Wouldn’t it? But I am telling you do not listen to that little voice, that devil.  In the end where will it get you? It will get you into terrible, maybe even terrible trouble. Listen to the voice inside your head screaming at you and warning you  not the ones outside of you telling that what ever feels good at that momment is the right thing to do .
If you think you are the only one who has these temptations you are wrong. Many, many people just like you have them too. If you can be strong enough to resist them you will get stronger and it will be easier to no next time you are tempted.  You may inspire someone else to slow down and think for themselves and say no too. That would create a domino effect and something good will come out of it.

Do not be afraid to say, “No. This is not right.” and walk away. Yes, you may be persecuted but in the end you are the one that wins. In the end you are that small candle that lights the way in this darkness.

Rachel Driscoll

 

James Bond in High Heels(or I wanted to be a spy but came a mom instead).

I wanted to be a spy, or a foreign correspondent. Never, never, never, would I accept the career of stay-at-home mom! So when my mom tried to teach me to cook and clean  I just brushed it off.  After all, “What do I need those skills for?”, was my thinking.   I was going to hire people to do that for me since my career was going to be so much more important than (~ Shudder ~)dusting, scrubbing, and stirring, mixing,baking and frying!!!
Off to college I pranced. All set to experience all the world of academia had to offer.  Seeking adventure and newprint in my blood, everything would lay out before me once I crossed that stage and recieved my degree. A good Democrat and  Feminist,  that was me and I was going to show the world who I was, the Spy and the Writer!
Ah, what happened along the way surely confounded my well laid plans at every turn. I worked at the college paper and started seeing how the people in charge of a  paper were callous towards others, (their interviews, witness, resouces, etc) and were willing to expose their sources to termoil if it meant a more exciting headline.  It was very disconcerting to my nieve self.  Additionally I worked at a bar part time that the paper’s staff frequented.  I saw how they came in and had no problem getting beer for free from a bartender they knew and were generally mooching when ever they could. Hmm. What happened to journalistic integrity?
Oh well, shrug that off. It’s just a bunch of college kids being kids – right?
After graduation from journalism school I could not find a job. I was told how stupid I was to just major in journalism. I should have majored in something else that was marketable and maybe just minored in journalism. ~sigh
I had to eat and no options openning up.  So I had to ~ horrors!~ take a job out of my field . I had to became a secretary! I felt  ashamed, like I had betrayed my fellowsisters in arms! Would they every forgive me for selling out my journalist integraty?!?
But, as life would have it, that was when my real education began! The wisest, most life skilled, and street smart people I got to know were the old time secretaries at my new job. One was a plucky little lady of Italian heritage. As my boss she cut me no slack – so often wagging her cupped hand at me and saying, “I’m a gonna kicka you ass”.
I loved that woman! She looked out for me. She taught me so much. We had lunches in her office and she’d tell me about life growing up and how when she was a secretary in the old days she would take her time carefully typing stacks and stacks of papers. Her co workers would laugh at her as they sped through their work and then cry at the end of the day as she left them to go home. You see, they made mistakes and she didn’t.
This job was in an agency that worked with foreign service officers. All the higher up foreign service officers loved her and loyally looked out for her. Why? Because when they were young newbies, she looked out for them. She knew the ins and outs and advised them how to climb the ladder.  My boss had so much courage that stood taller than her five foot nothing frame could explain. She stood up to her boss more than once on my account. She even told off the director of the agency once because he did not thank me for something. The director was one of the guys who loyally loved her dearly.
This little lady told me so many important stories. She worked because her husband left her. She took her baby to work with her after hours. The tiny tyke helped her in the office. In this way she was able to teach and bond and do what she could to raise her baby close and safe.  One time I went home with her and helped her prepare for some function. I delighted in watching and helping her make home made FRENCH BREAD! She just whizzed through her kitchen making meals that would make world renowned chefs envy her mastery.
I never did become a spy or a foreign correspondent. Along the way I fell in love with one man and we had  three kids. Even after I got married, I still intended to work outside of the home, but six months after my honeymoon I found out that I was pregnant. Then an undercover news story aired that showed what happens to children in daycare. That was the moment I decided to be a stay at home mom.
Uh-oh – I can’t cook! I can’t clean!
What am I going to do? No one deserves to have a mom that can’t be a mom!
Well, I managed to get by somehow. My husband endured burnt steak, overcooked rice, and my “Lucy moments.” One time I cooked way too much spaghetti and tried to hide it by stuffing it all down the garbage disposal. He found out – I clogged the pipes – they burst – and he had to fix it!
He didn’t kill me. I’m kind of grateful for that.
My husband, ever the military mind set – he knew how to look a situation squarely and plotted the strategy to defeat the menace – he decided to teach my kids how to clean! I surrendered and accepted defeat – so I regrouped and figured how to teach my kids to be good goops. I found videos on cooking and they taught themselves. Julia Childs is their hero.
Ladies, don’t fall for the feminist lies. Being a “June Cleaver” is honorable and good – and very skilled.
I should have observed and admired my mom. She held a household down, reared three well-fed kids and kept my dad very happy. And she read to me and she rocked me, and she kept tabs on my education.
Once she actually got a job so she could help bring money into the household. My mom and dad needed that money. It was not to get that extra cash for a fancy vacation. But I manipulated her with my words. At three, I blurted out at the dinner table that mommy does not love us because she handed us over to another lady to take care of us.
The next day my mom quit her job. Do you not see the irony? My mom sacrificed to stay home for me because of my bratty comment – yet I grew up believing that I was too good to even learn what she did that made me want her to stay home with me!
So today I admire every woman, whether she stays home or works outside the home – if she can manage to make meals for her family and keep her home warm and cozy.
But why did my mom not push me to build home making skills?
I think my mom bought into the feminist lies that she should somehow feel ashamed of having and using those skills! You see, during the seventies the propaganda pumped into the women’s magazines. Read Spin Sisters: How the Women of the Media Sell Unhappiness — and Liberalism — to the Women of America by Myrna Blyth (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myrna_Blyth). The author worked in those women’s magazines and she reveals all the secrets and methods of the female left in media.
Speaking of spying – Two great scenes show women of power who just the skills I once rejected. First, in Sword of Gideon, Golda Meir brings in food for awe struck Israeli special forces. The men are tasked to go after the Munich terrorists. They sit in her living room like young boys respectfully listening to their grandmother. Golda gives them fruit and cheese and sits with them telling them why they have to complete this mission. They listen to her with seriousness and a special kind of love. The second scene comes from James Bond – I’m not the greatest James Bond fan, but this particular scene I love – Margaret Thatcher talks to James Bond on the phone while she is deftly working in the kitchen, cool, bright and smiling with her apron and hair and makeup all well in place, in the background a happy husband reaches for one of her creations and she slaps his hand – he remains a happy fellow –
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hf67SPzC3tQ) . Now those are iron ladies!

What would be left undone?

Ever feel like George Bailey, standing at the bridge, looking over at the icy water
contemplating why not end it and how everyone around you would have been better off if you had never been born? Look over to the side, who is that little man, smiling knowingly at George?
Oh, that’s his guardian angel. Funny thing about guardian angels – they know us more than we can ever know ourselves. They see into our hearts, they know our pasts and they know our futures.
Are you a mother that feels like you did not read enough to your kids? A student who feels like you let your parents down by goofing off too much in college? A kid who tries hard, but just can’t seem to make those grades? Or an athlete who just cant seem to perform as well in the sport you want? Perhaps you were always unkind to others around you.
Let me tell you a story. While in college I had my ups and downs. Some of those downs seemed below the gutter. I had a friend who did everything right. She made straight A’s – every test from kindergarten up to her last year in college. One test in that last year she received a B. She went on a very angry drinking spree. I witnessed it. I walked from bar to bar as she drank and drank and drank – and even threw a beer bottle onto the street in uncontrolled rage. That was the moment that I felt so grateful for all those Ds, Cs, and Fs I endured.

Many a time I have felt like George – standing at the bridge – contemplating leaving this world to save all those I loved from my nonsense. Yet my Angel stood behind me and whispered “It’s ok, this will pass, hold on.”

And he was right.

Let’s look at some “Georges”. Oscar Schindler would seem the opposite of George,
wouldn’t he. George sacrificed all his life for the ones he loved. The trouble he found himself in was not his fault, yet he lost hope and could not see all that he meant to so many souls. Clarence had to show him the truth about himself – the good truth. Schindler, on the other hand, what a party animal! He knew how to scam the most clever of characters. He cared about no one but himself. And yet, even he had his angel. His angel forced him to see evil and placed him in the
right spot at the right time. His angel knew that Schindler had the skills necessary to save countless souls from the gas chambers. Dear Oscar, in the end he broke down with grief over all he did not save! But, I’m sure his angel was waiting for him when he died and comforted him with the knowledge that God was pleased with his valiant efforts.
Anyone who goes through life without at least one regret is either lying to himself or blindly stupid. We are meant to stumble, we are meant to fall into grief – because we are meant to overcome and become stronger – like steel forged by fire!

The key is to resist the whispers of Satan and his little helpers – demons given to you for
torment and temptation. Listen to your Angel.

Do you know the story of Steven Stayner? He was a child abducted by the most evil man

– a sadistic pedophile. The monster told Steven that his parents didn’t want him and that they

weren’t looking for him. Steven believed the monster. Little did the boy understand that his
parents were tirelessly looking for him. He finally escaped – but not for himself – he finally
risked it all because of a fresh little boy who the demon kidnaped – the little victim became a
hero for a younger victim. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steven_Stayner)

Satan is like the pedophile and God is like Steven’s father. God wants us to be good, but He
never wants us to fall into despair. He wants us to find our way home and He wants us to know
that He is actively watching out for us. Why do you think He gave us each our own angel?

See that you despise not one of these little ones: for I say to you, that their angels in
heaven always see the face of my Father who is in heaven. – Matthew 18:10

Let’s look at Scrooge. We all know and remember him as the mean, old tyrant who
pinched every penney til it screamed and treated his fellow man with great disdain. Yet how did
the story end – he joyfully spent the rest of his days helping everyone he could and became a
loving uncle to Tiny Tim.

Whatever your lot in life – whatever your mistakes or failings – you can turn them around

– you can be that shoulder to lean on for another you may not know yet.
At the very end of Jesus’ passion on the cross the worst of robbers became a saint.
Dismas hung on a cross next to Jesus and he asked Jesus to just remember him when He went to
Heaven. Jesus, though wracked with pain, turned to Dismas and assured him that he would go to
Heaven as soon as he drew his last breath. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penitent_thief)

Take time to buy a copy of Screwtape Letters. C.S. Lewis uses a creative devise of
teaching us about the Good Angels and the Bad Angels through the use of letters from a senior demon to his student. (https://en.wikipedia.org wiki/The_Screwtape_Letters)

Read it again and again. Read it and then write your impressions to the editor of this newspaper. Share your insight for another you may never know.

As for dear George Bailey – after he had calmed down and counted his blessings he realized he had a, “Wonderful Life”!

Dylan. There is only one!

Only in America can small town Minnesota boys grow up to be rich, famous and successful in multiple trades. Bob Dylan, one such small town boy, recently received the 2016 Nobel Prize in none other than literature. In honor of this milestone in the great Bob Dylan’s life let us take a moment to follow his footsteps to this very moment.
He grew up in the little town of Hibbing, Minnesota and though he was raised in a close Jewish community his earliest years encompassed that wonderful invention known as the radio. He became immersed in music and by the time he reached high school age it seemed Dylan knew his destiny included music.  In the 1960’s Dylan settled in New York where he obtained every aspiring musician’s dream: a record deal. He began recording and on March 19,1962 and at the age of 20 he released his debut self-titled album, Bob Dylan. The trip to success had begun and he had no intention of stopping.
Through the 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, and now 2000’s Dylan has recorded and released multiple hits and albums. Between 1962 and 2016, Bob Dylan has released over 30 albums, many of them reaching silver, gold, and platinum status.
In June of 1988, Dylan began what became known as the “Never Ending Tour”. In other words, he is constantly on tour! Since 1988 he has performed over 100 concerts a year, a larger number than most of his musical contemporaries or new bands can hope to reach. Over the course of the “Never Ending Tour”  has acquired many new fans, both young and old.  It seems the music of this menstrual never goes out of fashion.
Mr. Dylan has accumulated many accolades in his time as a musician but has not limited himself to just singing and songwriting.  He has had success in most areas of his life. A great example of this is his award of the Presidential Medal of Freedom (The Presidential Medal of Freedom, the United States’ highest civilian award, recognizes exceptional meritorious service. The medal was established by President Truman in 1945 to recognize notable service in the war. In 1963, President Kennedy reintroduced it as an honor for distinguished civilian service in peacetime). In 2012 Robert A. Zimmerman (aka Bob Dylan) received the Presidential Medal of Freedom and in 2016 he won the Nobel Prize for Literature. This was no small feat. In fact, this amazing man remains only one of two people to ever receive both the Nobel Prize and an Oscar (Wikipedia).
Dylan has certainly made a name for himself that I am sure no one is going to forget very soon. He is distinguished and revered and honestly quite successful. I think now the only thing left to say is, Congratulations Bob Dylan on an incredible career and life!

-Rachel Driscoll