I APPRECIATE YOU GUYS

Story time. I once called my boss's boss over to compliment him on a cost savings I had observed him do and he looked like he's had seen a ghost so shocked that I said something nice about him. I then explained. Would I call you over and correct you if I was pissed off at you? He readily agreed for my name MAD DOG included that characteristic and my reputation. My sarcasm was so spectacular and coupled with my almost infinite patience made me the trainer of choice for a line of manufacturing that if you made a mistake could run from $1,000 to in one case six million. But I was also known for my extensive knowledge of the entire manufacturing process because I had worked every job in the plant and had mastered them completely so that engineers would come and talk to me about problems. Couple that with my sarcasm and too sensitive souls that were men packed up their tools and left after I had corrected them and two engineers assigned the area that I worked in to other engineers. 

I am neither a scholar, nor am I a paperwork perfectionist, or I don't want to be tied down to a desk ever, so I can be kind of testy if somebody corrects me either for spelling or any other scholarly attribute. Be aware. 

So I say that to say this. Shouldn't I also tell you guys what an awesome group of friends you are and how much I appreciate you. Later Gators.

MONDAY DECEMBER 1ST, GOOD MORNING WORLD

Good morning, world. Just a quick reminder to not call me on messenger. Repeat do not call me on messenger.

In case you forgot, my name is Mike Dittmer. I have been married twice and widowed twice. I have been ordained twice and also started my own church, family Bible Fellowship, which used to be located on highway 6 between walkerton Indiana and La Paz. I am a DieHard preacher of the Gospel, but I also am strongly interested in us politics and world events. I worked in a factory we're almost 20 years, and because I was fearless, the factory took my initials MD and gave me the nickname mad dog. When it came time for me to get onto the internet my ex son-in-law who might will call Charles Xavier, suggested I go by Reverend mad dog, and my internet moniker is r e v m a d d o g 1948. Type that into an internet search engine and you will find my publications. While my first wife was suffering with cancer, I learned to shorten my sermons to a single story and a single point. After I signed up for Twitter, I learned how to count every character and shorten my messages to 100 characters or 120 characters and as I shorten them, I noticed that they didn't rhyme but they were still poetic. Hence I became known as a poet, explaining my one blog called the wisdom poet. Because I was so busy, both at work and in my ministry I started carrying all of my tools a big King James Bible, and a sturdy journal. So in a sense, I'm an amateur journalist. Although I am a preacher and have spent most of my life as a pastor, I am much more comfortable in the informal clothes of a shepherd, which explains why I started the shepherd's journal. I am still in the process of figuring out what I'm going to do for the next few years. Because I am a pianist, my form of pastoral ministry was rather unique. In fact, because of my friendship with Rick Van Wechel, who introduced me to modern worship music, we formed a worship team that was just the two of us, and I was the preacher. I played the piano and Rick played a mean electric guitar. Our family had a quartet, and my youngest daughter led children's church, while my wife served a huge dinner every Sunday to our growing family when both of my daughters got married to good Catholic men. We also started an annual blueberry festival gospel concert weekend and we had over a dozen groups sing at our little church. Those were wonderful wonderful days and I'm feeling very nostalgic, for my first wife was an irrepressible Christmas elf, just like the movie. So now as we start the Christmas season, and I'm feeling very sentimental, I'm seriously considering buying and ugly Christmas sweater in memory of her. She taught me along with the word of God how to pray specifically, which brings me to my final spectacular answer to prayer. Perhaps 20 years ago I had an insight into the power of tariffs. Thank Alexander Hamilton. Also, part of the reason I was fearless was that my mother taught me how to always stand up against the bully, and I have the missing teeth to prove that I learned my lesson. So as I was praying for a president with financial understanding, I didn't realize that God had in mind a bi-vocational politician. Do you see where I'm going with this? While God was training me to be a fearless bi-vocational pastor, God was also raising up a bully fighter businessman to be president who also had a deep understanding and appreciation of tariffs. So now you know why I am so involved in politics while I am also a shepherd. It's getting close to 7:00 a.m. and my favorite blogger is going to post soon so that's enough for now remember please don't call me on messenger. I love all my gospel preaching friends all over the world. Keep up the good work.

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GOD IS A TEAM AND NATION BUILDER

Sunday, November the 30th, the year of our Lord 2025 

The nation that I will focus on for a while is Bangladesh. 

I'm going to slowly lead you, my gospel preaching friends, on intellectual and spiritual journey, that if you're patient enough and hang in there with me, I will turn you into the best fundraiser, public speaker, and team builder you could possibly be, because that's what Jesus did. 

Team building starts right where you're born. 

I was born in Springfield Illinois and the United States of America. 

People look at the wealth of America and for some reason think we were always wealthy. Nothing could be further from the truth. On my father's side, Albert Dittmer lived in a shack that was also a 40 acre farm. That was a rundown Barn that came with the farm. Grandpa Albert Dittmer was a combination farmer and oil worker. On his farm there was an oil pump. My dad was William Michael Dittmer. My name was William Michael Dittmer Jr. My dad's oldest brother was John. When my dad was young, he came down with a common affliction called polio the same affliction that struck Franklin Roosevelt. 

Like many siblings, John the oldest and Bill the youngest made a team. John appeared to be a pretty good fundraiser and was able very early to purchase a brand new car and also a Caterpillar tractor. Because they had picked up and elevated the same mechanical skills of their father in the deep south of Illinois they decided to start a business digging out tree stumps for farmers. 

Back in those olden days Dynamite was readily available without a lot of legal supervision. Both my dad and uncle John were experts with both Dynamite and their old diesel caterpillar with a Capital c. 

They offered to dig out the tree stumps that every farmer had to get rid of in order to have a tillable field. Dynamite and a bulldozer made it a lot easier. Farmers for glad to pay a generous amount and that's what my dad and uncle lived off together. 

Dynamite sticks we're an invention of the guy Nobel. Nitroglycerin as a compound was extremely dangerous but Mr Nobel had figured out a process of soaking it into wood that made it safe to work with. 

My dad and John were experts in Dynamite and bulldozing. Dad said that they could use a quarter stick of dynamite to blow out a stump but they used a handful which made an explosion which could be heard for miles. In the sparsely populated farmlands of Southern Illinois that was also dotted with oil wells and oil pumps, the loud explosions were effective free advertisement. 

That's enough of this story for now. Stay with me boys and girls and gospel preachers and I will explain how God builds teams just like he built the team of the Dittmer siblings. Do I need to spell it out for you? You have been born into a nation and a family that has tremendous potential and will with time and God's patient instruction make you as wealthy and able to solve problems like the world leader the United States of America but you must be patient and don't call me on messenger repeat don't call me on messenger. As we say here in the Midwest of the United States, I love you guys. Stay tuned.

GRACE RAINING DOWN LIKE A MONSOON

Recently somebody warned that the Jews will be driven out of America because of anti-semitism. I of course made a different prediction.

And I predict a counter prediction that America will slowly but steadily reject anti-semitism, and the Democrats will slowly abandon the suicidal clinging to death cults. This may take the rest of this century but people like Charlie Kirk men and the women who love them, US Senator John Fetterman, and the Trump clones will meld together, lifting up Jesus and the first Amendment and peace through strength until every highway, hedge row, and Nation until the knowledge of the Lord covers the earth like an ocean. God's amazing Grace is raining down like a monsoon.

SNOWNADO AND SNOWBELTS

I seem to have a penchant for living in snow belt areas. One of my better known stories is about the neighbor boy who complained at church that he didn't have enough snow for his snowmobile so when I questioned him about the amount, the next morning in our shared yard there was four feet and on the weather map it looked like a snownado. Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Can I hear an amen? It's in my book THE RAIN PARABLES available on Kindle for 99 cents or Amazon books for $6.

FLORIDA VERSUS THE OKEFENOKEE SWAMP

I love you, Debi, but my assessment is the opposite. My mother trained me from the beginning to always stand up to a bully. I was also disappointed in the evangelicals when we disposed of tariffs and instituted progressive taxes so that we could save all the alcoholics, prohibition. Jesus taught quietly about tariffs when He had his disciple go down catch a fish and pull out a gold coin for the temple tax. Also Alexander Hamilton design tariffs to build businesses and banking, necessary when societies move from farming to business. There is none of us good including every politician, every preacher, every layman. Jesus taught that. None of us are in a position to judge the heart of another. And since you now live in Florida, and I used to live near Okefenokee, I will close with my famous words, later Gators.

SQUANTO

I'm always grateful for the historical Oracle to fill in the blank spots in my lack of knowledge on history. As a brief adenda let me mention the one epic moment that I liked to repeat in my Thanksgiving sermons. Picture the huddled pilgrims in their wooden fort as a lone fierce looking Indian approaches and as they open the gate to allow him to come in he walks into the lodge and sits at the table and says in perfect English DO YOU HAVE ANY BRANDY? Like Joseph in the Old testament what the previous colonials intended for evil when they first enslaved Squanto turned out to be the Plymouth Rock colonials salvation for he, Squanto, was the one who showed them how to plant maze and squash and fertilize it with the abundance of the fish that was there and so the next year we had a true Thanksgiving feast. In The voice of Paul Harvey now you know the rest of the story. Good day.

THE RISE OF THE SENSIBLE CENTRISTS

Some idiot made a comment that Jessica's husband told her to leave Fox News. This is some right wing nut job with a grudge against all liberals and Democrats and anything in between so I called the article for what it is, BS. Here's my comment 

I voted for Trump three times and prayed for a man that understood tariffs as well as Jesus did in the gold coin and of course Alexander Hamilton. But the Republican party can't be totally trusted and I believe God will raise up sensible centrists. I'm watching tonight the rising stature of Jessica. That's why I'm judging this article as BS. Jessica is doing an outstanding job of leading THE FIVE AT FIVE on the eve of the horrific shooting of the two national guards in Washington DC this Thanksgiving weekend in 2025.  I was not surprised, just like I wasn't surprised at the rise of John Fetterman after I saw his heroic waving of the Israel flag on the top of his roof while the Palestinian nut jobs protested on behalf of Hamas and I like to call them Hamassholes.

I think I've said enough for now, boys and girls.

A LITTLE WHITE LIE

This is a picture of my favorite sister-in-law. My favorite sister-in-law is a little white lie because I have two sister-in-laws and they're both my favorite. 

10:30 a.m. had a little breakfast, cup of coffee, a quick update of Fox News from the Fox News babes on YouTube, feet are up in my chair, I'm well rested and already finished several posts. My friends inspire me and I hope you all consider me your friend. Great nostalgia post, Don.

MAY I ASK THREE QUESTIONS?

This is 2025. A great year to be alive. The year the Great peace began. From Ukraine and Russia Israel and Iran. MAD DOG 

May I ask three questions? What would Jesus do? What does God desire? Do you really want to bet against the Donald?

BIPARTISANSHIP IS THE GOAL

This comment is a follow-up to an earlier comment where I stated Momdani does not have Trump derangement syndrome, or to be more clear, his TDS does not limit him from working in a bipartisan fashion. Bipartisanship it's actually our goal and happens a lot more than people realize but it's usually in the trenches. All hard work occurs in the trenches where people don't see and credit is not given but many people, myself included, don't care who gets the credit as long as the work is done. Later Gators. 

DEATH CULT

Before I even read this excellent article by Don Surber, I have a rough idea of what I'm going to say. I am amazed at how many times drug runners can convince themselves to get on the boat that is about to be blown to smithereens. The two words that explain their thinking is DEATH CULT. 

Those same two words also explain the Palestinian movement, the Democrats death grip on abortion, and illegal aliens and their families protesting until they get sprayed with pepper spray and run their vehicles into ICE vehicles. I could take the time to explain everything until all of your questions are answered, but I don't have the patience and you don't have the time. Later Gators.

THE BLAME GAME VERSUS ENJOY LIFE. WORSHIP GOD.

When God confronted Adam and Eve in the garden, they played the blame game. Adam said THE WOMAN WHO NOW GAVEST ME... Eve said THE SERPENT BEGUILED ME. 

Right now, the liberal Democrats are blaming everything on Trump. The conservatives are blaming the liberals for the mess they have to clean up. 

Since I am 77 years old, I can take the long view of history. Since the evangelicals abandoned tariffs I prayed for a president that had financial understanding as pointed out by Jesus in the parable of the gold coin, a principle well understood by Alexander Hamilton. 

Now we are changing to a process of highly vetted borders to stop the flood of fentanyl and human trafficking. This process is painful but necessary. 

My suggestion is to stop the blame game, enjoy life and worship God, for He is in charge.