What arrogant elitist or egghead professor conjured up the comparison of Obama to Lincoln?  This is the biggest joke of the twenty-first century.  The culprit must believe that the American people are so dense that political wool can be pulled over their eyes with little difficulty.  What gall to compare Obama’s miserable four years of administration to that of Lincoln’s great years of freeing the slaves and unifying the states of this great land?

            Mr. Obama is hot and heavy on the 2012 campaign trail, begging for just four more years to carry out his plans.  Four more years, in my opinion, would finish America “Me thinks he fiddles while Rome burns!”

            Compare Obama to Lincoln and here is what we get:

            Lincoln freed the slaves and unified the States of America; whereas, Obama has introduced the weak-minded to socialism and divided the country.

            Lincoln got his education from borrowed books beside the light of a fireplace; whereas, Obama got his education in the back rooms of Chicago politicians where he learned every trick of the political trade.

            Lincoln gave every poor man forty acres and a mule; whereas, Obama gave so-called stimulus money to every wealthy banker and manufacturer.

            Lincoln promoted the one God; whereas, Obama promotes both Jehovah God and Allah.  Sorry, Mr. Obama, there is just one God (Ephesians 4:5).

            Lincoln stood in the fields of Gettysburg and delivered his famous Gettysburg Address, calling for peace and unity in his beloved America; whereas, Obama stood not in one but many foreign countries and condemned his own country, apologizing for it.  To run down your own country to your enemies is unforgiveable.

            Sorry, I see no comparison between Obama and Lincoln unless it is the fact that both belong to the male species.

            Americans cannot afford to give Obama four more years.  I think too much of my grandchildren to vote to give him four more years.

            God Bless America!

This is our America.  It is the land in which we were born.  It is the land of freedom, of opportunity, but radical liberals are seeking to deprive us of our many freedoms and to micro-manage the lives of the weak that had rather trade their freedoms and opportunities for a “mess of pottage” and wait for the mailman or an electronic devise to reward them.  Folks, no “piece of the pie” is worth losing one’s freedom and opportunity.  Those who seek to rob us of these great blessings are enemies of this country and all who have shed their blood for it.

            Here is one graphic illustration of an upcoming dictatorship.  Last week a marine for ten years was discharged from the Corps because he criticized Obama, and was denied a portion of the income coming to him.   In other words, he was discharged for exercising his constitutional rights, which includes the right to criticize, even the President of the United States.  However, it never includes the right to lie as the present politicians are doing in D.C.

            What about our two Senators from Tennessee and our Representative taking the lead in defending this marine?  No policy supersedes the Constitution and don’t try to suggest it does.  Let every American citizen defend him.

            In June of last year it was found that only a few school children have learned about the history of this country.  Instead, book publishers have been pressured into rewriting history to further the goals of the left socialist agenda.  They publish books with no moral values, and attempt to paint radical Muslims, and not Christians, as the ones who have been persecuted.  These same radical liberals are responsible for advancing the cause of the so-called “Gay Rights” in school systems.  If radical liberal fanatics control our educational system for more than two generations, whey will suffocate the truth about this great land.

            Many of our schools of higher learning have been infiltrated by leftist radicals who lecture our young people on ways to bring about the economic and social collapse of America.

            How long, oh how long are we going to let this radical liberal regime and its cadres control the education of our children from elementary school through college?

            Please, God, deliver us from four more years of these anti-American politicians who want to change America into their godless image.  I read of a politician who had changed his views rather radically who was congratulated by a colleague, who said, “I’m glad you’ve seen the light.”

            “I didn’t see the light,” was the reply, “I felt the heat.”

            When the politicians “feel the heat” things will get better.  It is up to us to apply the heat.

            God bless America!  The real and only God is always spelled G-O-D.  There is one God (Ephesians 4:5).

The Muslins aren’t coming.  No, they are already here.  They have weaseled their way into charter schools in America at the expense of U.S. taxpayers.  Many of the charter schools throughout this country are being run by a secretive and powerful sect from Turkey called the Gulen Movement, so named after and headed by a Turkish preacher named Fethullan Gulen who has founded other schools in 100 countries.  The Gulen Movement opened the first U.S. charter school in America in 1999.  Gulen’s schools spread rapidly, when Gulen figured out how to work our system and get U.S. taxpayers to pay for his religious and social movement.  This movement now operates the largest number of charter schools in this country.  In my research I’ve learned this movement has 135 schools, teaching more than 45,000 students in 26 states.  Guess who is paying for this?  You are-the American taxpayer.  These schools have Turkish board members and Turkish teachers who are referred to as “international teachers.”  After the school day is over, before the buses are allowed to leave, the students are taught Islam.  This is brain-washing America’s children, financed by local governments and federal grants.  Charter schools hire and fire their teachers and thus avoid control by educational departments.

            Our dumb politicians are assisting the Muslims in taking over America and slowly turning it into an Islamic state.  Thirty-six Turkish charter schools in Texas have received $100 Million in government funds and 16 percent of the workers are Turkish.

            Don’t let this administration in D.C. steal our heritage.  The propaganda being spread to America’s youth distorts its Founding Fathers, moral values, free market system, and Christianity.  If we continue to ignore this threat, then our children and grandchildren may very well live in an Islamic state.

            Can we afford four more years of mismanagement of the U.S. Government and support of radical Islam?

            I have the constitutional right to believe and say the above.

            God bless America.           

  Beginning in the late nineteenth century, people, with reasons varying from curiosity to seeking the healing of illnesses, found their way to the valley of “magical springs,” made famous by the founder of Red Boiling Springs, Shepherd Kirby. Soon, the news of the healing powers of the sulfur springs spread far and wide. This resulted in large numbers of people coming to RBS, seeking a remedy for any number of illnesses.

Very few people living in today’s RBS have much knowledge of this little hamlet’s history. I grew up in the mid-forties and early fifties.  As a lad, I was one of the pin-setters at the Palace Bowling Lanes, which consisted of eight alleys. The Smith Chapel Boys, Bobby Joines, Earnest & Doyle Smith, and Billy & Joe Layne Whitley, myself, and others, worked as pin-setters for Clarence McClure and Harold Driver, who were the managers of Palace Lanes.  I earned as much as three dollars on the weekend, beginning Friday night and ending Sunday night, staying open until midnight on Saturdays.  There were not any unions, and each of us was poor and glad to earn a few pennies per week. There were bowling alleys on North Springs Road, near the Arlington Hotel, and at the Cloyd Hotel, known today as the Thomas House, too. In addition to these, there was another at Simmon’s Lake, which was in the lower part of East RBS, along Salt Lick Creek. Bowling was a favorite sport of most tourists. The more lively ones, however, preferred drinking and dancing at one of the two dance halls.

While the Smith Chapel Boys were setting pins, Doyle Gaines was going up and down the sidewalks and porches of the hotels with his now-famous shoe shine box, making a “killing.”  Another well-known boy, Bobby Knight, was popping popcorn at the York Show House.

The crowds were unbelievable, especially on Saturday nights. The Palace Park was always filled with both visitors and local people. Next to the Palace Park was a shooting gallery, operated by King Milles, which attracted large crowds. Across the creek from the Palace Park was a café, owned by the McLerros family, who also owned both the Palace and Colonial Hotels. The café was managed by my parents from April through Labor Day. It stayed open all night on Fridays and Saturdays. An annual summer circus and carnival attracted even more visitors.

There was a time, before the days of which I’ve been writing, when the crowds were so large that visitors to RBS would go out in the county and stay at farm houses.

But time has a way of changing things and communities are no exception. There was a time, in the early twentieth century, believe it or not, when Red Boiling Springs was more popular than Gatlinburg. However as older generations were replaced by younger ones who had little love for the town’s heritage, the handwriting on the wall became clear to those who dared to read it.

More recently, a group of elected officials closed down the sulpher wells and in so doing erased much of the history of our town. Only a handful of elected officials have supported the three hotels which are being operated by three great families. The only thing that could have kept RBS alive, and it is best suited for this very thing, is the concept of a small and desirable place to escape the turmoil of large cities. Perhaps one day, with the support of the entire community, the City of Red Boiling Springs will rise again. Otherwise all that it is, and all that it once was, is in jeopardy.

The story is told of an elderly lady who was in the market for a watch dog. Eventually she purchased what was described as an excellent guard dog. To her dismay the dog had a hard time staying awake. Instead of barking and scaring off varmints and thieves, this highly recommended guard dog would sleep. She told her story to a friend, who quickly solved her problem. “I’ll tell you what,” she said, “I’ve got a duck who is a buddy to my watch dog, and everytime my guard dog tries to go to sleep, the duck pecks him on the nose and quacks.” So she continued, “Come over to my house and get my duck and  he’ll break your dog of his sleepy habits.” She did, and her friend was right. Peck, quack, peck, quack. Soon the dog was weaned from his sleepy habits.