Monday, January 21, 2019


Marne Kellogg
By Marne Kellogg 

Cowboy Church Sunday, January 20, 2019 National Western Coliseum  

Thank you, Paul. I am hugely honored to be standing here and so grateful to be a Westerner. I’m also grateful for the National Western and for the strong leadership that has guided it in the past and guides it today to keep it relevant to the future of the American West.
I’m especially honored that so many of those leaders are here, especially Nancy Petry who has taught me more about volunteerism and leadership than anyone—spending an hour with Nancy is like getting a Harvard MBA!
Several months ago, when Paul invited me to speak at Cowboy Church, I went half-crazy trying to figure out what to say, there was so much I wanted to talk about and then finally, as usual, the Holy Spirit rescued me and said, Just talk about Jesus, the greatest Leader of them all.
My story of salvation is not nearly as dramatic as many, but I’m hoping that it may resonate with some of you. If your life is in a big mess and you don’t know what to do, maybe I’m here this morning just for you.
All my life, I have loved God and as unbelievable as it may be, for a long time, I wanted to be a nun until the Reverend Mother at my school in Paris told me to go live my life and if I was meant to come back, I would. Besides, even though I loved God, I didn’t get the whole Jesus-thing. I said I was “religious” whatever that means. If anyone had asked me if I were a Christian, I would have said, Yes! I go to church every week. But as my friend Joyce Meyer says, “You can sit in a garage all day and it still won’t make you a car.”
There’s a lot more to being a Christian then meets the eye.
My first five books, the Lilly Bennett Mystery Series, were set in a made-up town in Wyoming, Roundup, sort of like Denver, Wyoming. And they were all best-sellers but here’s the deal, unless you’re Annie Proulx or CJ Box, if you really want to crack into the big lists, don’t set your books in Wyoming because even if everyone in Wyoming buys and reads your books—which they did mine—there aren’t enough of them to move the needle. Which is why we all love Wyoming so much.
But I always got fabulous national reviews and the books sold extremely well and all the booksellers and my fans were always really nice and happy to see me.
Anyway, my agent and my editor at Doubleday said, you need to leave Wyoming, you live an international kind of life, write on a bigger canvas. So, I wrote Insatiable, based loosely on Kind Hearts and Coronets which was about a butler who worked for a criminal. My editor asked if I could write from a man’s point of view, and I said, Of course! No problem. Well, I found I really couldn’t write as a man, but I could write as a gay man. So, the protagonist was a gay butler named Nigel. Everyone thought the book was wonderful and hysterical and we were all excited about it. Doubleday planned a big tour. I always took fabulous book tours for which my beloved husband, Peter, picked up most of the tab.
About eight-months before a book is released, bound galleys are sent to critics so their reviews are ready to go when the book is launched. Booksellers use the review in the trade publication, Publisher’s Weekly, to determine how many books to order. So, six months before Insatiable was released, the Publisher’s Weekly review appeared. It was scathing. A total hatchet job. A big bommo.
And here’s the thing with a bad review—it’s not the sort of deal where you can say, Oh, don’t take it personally. It’s business. Well, in the fiction business, it is personal. It is you they don’t like. It’s like an actor who doesn’t get the part. It’s specifically him or her they don’t want. All-out public rejection. One-hundred-percent personal.
I was absolutely devastated. Horrified. Humiliated. Deeply embarrassed. I called my agent and said, I’m cancelling the tour, and he said, this tour is not about this book, it’s about the next book which is much bigger.
I began to stew. Get angry. And bitter and resentful. Not at all a common mind-set for me. My whole self-image was upside down.
And, as a mystery writer, I started to think up ways to poison this critic—I didn’t even know his or her name. It was horrible. I was sure people were whispering about me behind my back, although I now know they weren’t—they’re were in their own little messes. I was more miserable than I had ever been in my life.
A couple of months before the tour, I started watching Joyce Meyer, a TV preacher, at 5:00 every morning. I knew I needed God’s help. And I began to learn about Jesus and the Bible.
I left on tour, starting in Seattle. When I got to the first bookstore, the largest in the Northwest, the bookseller had not ordered any copies of my book and said she’d told the publisher and cancelled the appearance. Sorry if the word had not gotten through. You cannot imagine how embarrassed I was. That night in my little suite in the Four Seasons, I couldn’t sleep—I knew the only person who could help me was Jesus. And I said out loud, I know I need You, but I don’t know what to do.
And I heard His voice, as clearly as you can hear mine, say, Just close your eyes and take My hand.
And I did. I handed over my life to Jesus.
And I was completely changed. Just like that. In the twinkling of an eye. And I haven’t had a bad day since, even though I’ve had some really lousy ones. Like Joseph, what man meant for my harm, God meant for my good.
A mean old farmer had an old mule who fell down a well. The farmer said, He’s an old mule and not much good any more. I don’t want to spend the money to hoist him out of there. I’ll just bury him. So he and his farm hand began to shovel dirt on top of the mule and after a couple of days, the mule stopped crying, and the men kept shoveling. What they didn’t realize was that every time they threw a load of dirt on top of the mule, he shook it off and stomped it down. Imagine their surprise when, one day, the mule just walked out of the well.
The point of this story is that there is no pit so deep that God cannot reach in and lift you out.
All you have to do is close your eyes and hold out your hand. And He’ll handle the rest.

The Kellogg Organization, Inc. National and International Full Service Fundraising  Counsel Since 1981 

Monday, December 10, 2018


Trump’s Wall as Preventive Care

With a 48-hour notification to Congress, the President of the United States has the power to “unilaterally order military action in defense of the United States pursuant to a national emergency created by attack upon the United States, its territories or possessions, or its armed forces.”
Ongoing attacks upon the United States come by ways including cyber, economic, arms, Sharia, trade, and physical.
The illegals invasion at our borders, is a physical attack that President Trump correctly addressed by notifying Congress intent to send in troupes.
Then he did.
A “defense” President Trump recognizes as one way to protect Americans, is a border wall. 
But those in Congress who enjoy and need the illegals invasion, refuse Trump the dollars to build the wall.
Here’s a non-partisan, doable solution President Trump could deploy - and -without approval of Congress; use the Mandatory Budget.
The hard cost of handling “illegal” immigration is over $130 billion annually. One can’t put a price on the erosion of rights and psychological toll on U.S. Citizens. 
Here’s the sound argument President Trump could give: Consider the Wall as Preventive Care for all Americans equally. 

The benefits of the Wall as Preventive Care would include:
a) A one-time construction cost.
b) Prevention of illegal entry into the U.S.
c) Dramatically reduce the $130 billion spent on illegals.
d) Annual Wall maintenance would be a tiny fraction of the maintenance of illegals.
e) Prevent entry of diseases, viruses, bacteria, noxious weeds, poisonous insects/foul/mammal, fungal etc. that are foreign to America.
f) Unburden our schools, hospitals etc.
g) Opportunity to screen job skills and partner with companies in need.
h) Humane compassionate care for all…equally.

There’s more, but in short: Trump’s Wall is Preventive Care! 

Friday, December 7, 2018


General Wayne O. (Sage) Kester

In Respect of our Pearl Harbor Soldiers
Story and photo by Roni Bell 

"General Wayne O. (Sage) Kester, was born in a sod house on Muddy Creek near Stockville, Nebraska in 1906. He graduated from Kansas State Agricultural College with his DVM in 1931, passed the Army veterinary proficiency exam but was not called to active duty until 1933. He served as Chief of Veterinary Services for the Pacific Theater during World War II. In 1949 he was reassigned to the U.S. Air Force, charged with establishing the Air Force Veterinary Corps. He was the first veterinarian to attain brigadier general rank in that service." 
From Kansas State University archives.

On December 7, 1941, seventy six years ago today, General Sage Kester had his cavalry troupe in training on one of the volcanoes above Pearl Harbor. When he saw the bombing, he and his company rode down and immediately began directing everything..."a horseback."

When Sage died in 1999, he was the last soldier to have witnessed the bombing of Pearl Harbor - a horseback.

Having had the honor to ride with Sage, he told me the finest "coming of age" story ever: "I was taking a string of horses from Muddy Creek to ? (I can't remember now.). It was quite the adventure as I was about 13, and it was a long ride. Seemed I rode through all the seasons. I kept looking back to make sure the mare I didn't have on the string stayed with us. 
When I rode into winter and turned to check on the mare, my chin stuck to my coat. My 'peach fuzz' got froze to the collar. It was then I realized 'I'm becoming a man."'

America will be forever indebted to incredible individuals like Sage.

Sunday, December 2, 2018


After reading about Kid Rock's debacle in calling Joy Behar a bitch, Chuck and I talked about the obvious double standards and hate speech.
We thought it'd be interesting to make a list of the non-stop stream of hate speech, vile names and death calls really stupid (or evil) people subject Farmers, Ranchers, Roustabouts, Fishermen and Loggers too.
Then I happen to see comments on an article about Ammon Bundy's illegal immigration difference with President Trump.
The following rants against Ammon are actually conservative compared to most I've read against Farmers and Ranchers.
Evil simply pours out of each pore of some humans.


"Who cares what this miserable low life POS has to say. He should be spending the rest of his pathetic life in prison after what he and the rest of the degenerate low life scum did to Malhuer. They trashed the place, destroyed years worth of research, destroyed Native American artifacts. To bad more of them didn't end up like that LaVoy scum did, face down in a snowbank."
"Ammon is a goofy grifter, a welfare "rancher" whom steals from the taxpayers, and he has been kicked in the head many times by a horse. Yet even though he's moronic, he knows Fat Donnie is stupid. WTF?"

As you read these peoples hate speech, please note these corrections: First guy misspelled Mulheur; Mulheur was vacant (it was winter) of employees etc.; those who were at Malheur did not trash it, didn't touch research, did not destroy NA artifacts etc. In real time, they were kind of like a film crew in that they left Mulheur in better shape than it was.
The second guy's tag - "LaVoy scum"- was in reference to a gentleman by the name of LaVoy Finicum. He was blocked and shot dead by law enforcement, as he was driving to meet with the County Sheriff.
And "welfare rancher?" Well, people like the before refenced rant call farmers subsidized assholes.
The attached photo is a sign left on cut fences in Wyoming. It's one of many examples of "hate speech."
Urbanites who've never studied a budget or had to spend more than 10% of their discretionary income on food, have zero concept of an Ag person's property rights or what goes into growing anything. Much of their misperception of the Ag world is perpetuated by the Farm Bill; for its budget includes Food Stamps and School Lunch Programs.
Elected officials refuse to correctly place Food Stamps and School Lunch Programs into Human Health Services.
I think they like perpetuating a "welfare" image of farmers and ranchers, and pitting urban against rural; makes it easier for them to steal from farmers and ranchers.
Anyway, if you want to see passive aggressive hate speech, watch Oprah, Michelle and Barack Obama.
If you want to see in-your-face hate speech, watch The View, Bill Maher, any on air CNN or MSNBC person, John Brennan, Eric Swalwell, Chuck Schumer and so forth.
If you want to do a side-by-side comparative of the aforementioned hate speech versus the intelligent, thoughtful ways of say Mychal Massie, James Woods, Thomas Sowell, David Limbaugh, Walter Williams and Steve S. Goddard, go to tweeter.
Even if you're tempted, please don't engage in hate speech.
If you still choose to engage in hate speech, at the least protect yourself -by becoming a leftist!

Saturday, December 1, 2018


Will the two ever meet? Depends on you! 

There's a significant difference between the hydrology of water, and the politics of water. Never the two shall meet!
There's a significant difference between the statutes of Federal lands, and the politics of Federal lands. Never the two shall meet!
There's a significant difference between "legal" immigrants, and politics of "illegal" immigrants. Never the two shall meet!
There's a significant difference between the science of climate...and the politics of climate. Never the two shall meet!
There's a significant difference between the work of Cow-Calf Producers and the politics of Packers. Never the two shall meet!
You get the gist.
Do you get the "why?"

Will the two ever meet? 
Depends on YOU!