Thursday, December 31, 2009

Rudolph, the "Green" Nosed Reindeer - This is Where We Are Headed, Folks

Got this from my lovely Wife.

Apathy - 1. Lack of emotion. 2. Indifference. (Definition from Webster's American Dictionary).

     With all the B.S. occurring in Washington, D.C. right now, with The Democrats pushing a Marxist agenda on us and taking over everything in sight - banks, auto companies,executive pay, etc., a lot of people are throwing up their hands and giving up. Well, you know what?  


     If people give up, it will make it that much easier for them to destroy this great country and take all your freedoms right out the door in the process. Think about it! What could give the bureaucrats more power over how you run your life than if they control your healthcare? Yeh, that's right - Nothing?
     Fight back, HARD. If you are registered to vote, make sure you vote in November of 2010. If you aren't registered, get registered and vote. Throw out every one of those clowns in Washington - Republican, Democrat, Independent! If you don't know who they are, you can find it out very easily on the Internet. Write letters to the Editor of your local paper. Go to a Tea Party demonstration. Call your Representatives and Senators and tell them how you feel. Please remember, these people are not Gods (although some think they are), they were elected to office and work for us, not the other way around. We have the power to fire any one of them any time we wish, if they don't listen to us. There is no course you take at school that makes you qualified to call. If you don't like what going on, call them and tell them. You don't have to be specific, you can say you want to raise or lower taxes, or you want more or less government spending, or you want more or less gun control.
      Get involved, right now we are being mugged. Trillions of our tax dollars are being spent on Liberal special interests - Environmental Wackos, Unions, Acorn, etc. and the private sector that generates most of those tax dollars is being systematically destroyed.
      Don't watch the main stream media (CBS, NBC, ABC, CNN, or MSNBC). They are Liberal lap dogs for the current  Administration and only show News that fits their agenda. If you want to get the truth, watch FOX News, or listen to talk radio - Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity. Get the truth, it's out there!


Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Head of the Senate Finance Committee Drunk on Senate floor

Senator Max Baucus is the head of the committee that developed the Senate version of Obamacare. This was later taken behind closed doors by Senator Harry Reid with NO Republicans allowed and rewritten into a passable version for the Senate. In this video, Max is complaining that the Republicans didn't participate in the debate - THEY WEREN'T ALLOWED TO BY THE DEMOCRATS. Can these clowns ever say anything that is honest??????????????? Go have another martini, Max.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

The Old Man

Got this from my buddy, Steve.
This story brought tears to my eyes. My father turns 88 next Thursday and he is a Navy veteran of World War II. I know that if he ever gets in a situation like this, and there are any young members of the Navy around, they will treat him exactly the way these guys treated this old man.

God Bless Our Military - There are NO finer people in the world.

The Old Man...
      As I came out of the supermarket that sunny day, pushing my cart of groceries towards my car, I saw an old man with the hood of his car up and a lady sitting inside the car, with the door open.
       The old man was looking at the engine. I put my groceries away in my car and continued to watch the old gentleman from about twenty five feet away..
      I saw a young man in his early twenties with a grocery bag in his arm, walking towards the old man. The old gentleman saw him coming too and took a few steps towards him.
  I saw the old gentleman point to his open hood and say something.  The young man put his grocery bag into what looked like a brand new Cadillac Escalade and then turn back to the old man and I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying,
      'You shouldn't even be allowed to drive a car at your age..' And then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.
      I saw the old gentleman pull out his handkerchief and mop his brow as he went back to his car and again looked at the engine.
     He then went to his wife and spoke with her and appeared to tell her it would be okay. I had seen enough and I approached the old man. He saw me coming and stood straight and as I got near him I said, 'Looks like you're having a problem.'
    He smiled sheepishly and quietly nodded his head. I looked under the hood myself and knew that whatever the problem was, it was beyond me. Looking around I saw a gas station up the road and told the old man that I would be right back... I drove to the station and went inside and saw three attendants working on cars. I approached one of them and related the problem the old man had with his car and offered to pay them if they could follow me back down and help him.
     The old man had pushed the heavy car under the shade of a tree and appeared to be comforting his wife. When he saw us he straightened up and thanked me for my help. As the mechanics diagnosed the problem (overheated engine)
      When I shook hands with him earlier, he had noticed my Marine Corps ring and had commented about it, telling me that he had been a Marine too. I nodded and asked the usual question, 'What outfit did you serve with?'
      He had mentioned that he served with the first Marine Division at Tarawa, Saipan, Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal ..
      He had hit all the big ones and retired from the Corps after the war was over. As we talked we heard the car engine come on and saw the mechanics lower the hood. They came over to us as the old man reached for his wallet, but was stopped by me and I told him I would just put the bill on my AAA card.
     He still reached for the wallet and handed me a card that I assumed had his name and address on it and I stuck it in my pocket.. We all shook hands all around again and I said my goodbye's to his wife.
      I then told the two mechanics that I would follow them back up to the station. Once at the station I told them that they had interrupted their own jobs to come along with me and help the old man. I said I wanted to pay for the help, but they refused to charge me.
      One of them pulled out a card from his pocket looking exactly like the card the old man had given to me. Both of the men told me then,that they were Marine Corps Reserves. Once again we shook hands all around and as I was leaving, one of them told me I should look at the card the old man had given to me. I said I would and drove off.
      For some reason I had gone about two blocks when I pulled over and took the card out of my pocket and looked at it for a long, long time. The name of the old gentleman was on the card in golden leaf and under his name........
     I sat there motionless looking at the card and reading it over and over. I looked up from the card and smiled to no one but myself and marveled that on this day, four Marines had all come together, because one of us needed help. He was an old man all right, but it felt good to have stood next to greatness and courage and an honor to have been in his presence. Remember, OLD men like him gave you FREEDOM for America.

Thanks to those who served...& those who supported them.

America is not at war. The U.S. Military is at war. America is at the Mall.. If you don't stand behind our troops, PLEASE feel free to stand in front of them!

Remember, Freedom isn't Free, thousands have paid the price so you can enjoy what you have today.

Friday, December 25, 2009

The "W" in Christmas - Author Unknown

Got this from my buddy,
Thanks, Steve

   Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations -- extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas. 
     My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six-year-old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant."
     I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher.. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.
     So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.
     Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment - songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.
     Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads. Those in the front row-center stage -- held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love."
     The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down -- totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W."
  The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W." Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.
   For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:
"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"
And, I believe, He still is.
Amazed in His presence...
Humbled by His love..

May each of you have a Merry Christmas and a blessed
New Year as you reflect on His Amazing Love for us.
Hope you all have a wonderful Christwaslove holiday season.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

To all of you out there who will be celebrating the birth of Christ tomorrow -Merry Christmas. If you are of another religion, or don't believe, then Happy Holidays to you also.

How Much Longer are We Going to Put up With This B.S.

Got this from my cousin, Ray.

We supposedly have a representative Republic. This is how you are represented, when we have a bunch of Arrogant Bast.... in power. This is absolute power on display. November 2010 can't come soon enough. Check out the video!

YouTube - An Insult To Our Democracy

Let Me See if I Understand All This....





I got it......maybe we need to VOTE OUR LAWMAKERS OUT, or send them to Mexico for allowing this “sweetheart” deal to continue!!


Monday, December 14, 2009

Hypocrisy Even Affects Christmas - God Help Us

     I'm sure everyone has heard of the American Civil Liberties Union's attempts to remove "Christmas from the public square". No Christmas nativity scenes on the Town green. No, no, no! It's all about that deal concerning "separation of church and state" which is NOT in the Constitution. The Constitution guarantees us Freedom of Religion, not Freedom from Religion. Anyway, I have been following a local story from Waterbury here in Connecticut. At the Walsh School, the Principal has banned any Christmas celebrations, secular or religious. No Santa Claus, no Christmas trees, etc. They are having a celebration of "Winter", and Frosty the Snowman will be there to give out gifts. How sweet! After following this story for the past couple of weeks, I was driving home from Southbury this morning, when I heard a story about an Oprah special called "Christmas at the White House". What?? We can't celebrate Christmas in schools, but The House of the First Family in Washington is all decked out in it's Christmas finery. Is it just me or is there something seriously wrong with this picture? No Christmas in schools? That is just more of this "politically correct" sewage that most of us are trying to keep our mouth and nose above. When are we going to say "enough"?? It used to be that the majority ruled in this country, now if we have one person complain about something, everybody gets their underwear tied up in a knot, "Oh, my God, we've offended someone, what are we going to do". Tough, if someone is offended, that's too bad. I'm sorry, but you can't satisfy all the people, all the time. It's a physical impossibility, so let's get back to doing what the majority wants.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

A True American, Who Really Respects Our Flag and Country

Got this from my buddy, Dave.

Check out this latest picture from WEDNESDAY, Veterans Day 11/11/09  at the Ceremony in Arlington National Cemetery. I don't know whether the National Anthem is being played, or the Flag is going by, or WHAT, but EVERYBODY in the picture is either saluting or has his hand over the HEART.
All except ONE.
Guess who?
I do not make this stuff up!

Monday, December 7, 2009

Zhu Zhu pets - Oh, the horror!!!!!!

     Zhu Zhu pets, the little fake hamsters that are this Christmas season's hottest toys are DANGEROUS!!!! They really are. I just saw it on the news. It seems that they contain quantities of antimony (a heavy metal): 93ppm as compared to the government standard of 60 ppm. We're all going to die, aarrggggh!
     Seriously, this stuff is so ridiculous it would be hilarious if it wasn't so serious. The government sets standards for this type of stuff. We have standards for lead, antimony, mercury, and all sorts of other things.
     Let's take a walk back into the past. I'm about eight years old, It's 1950. It's Christmas morning, I get out of bed, and go out into the living room (This really did happen). Under the Christmas tree is a play gas station with about 5 or 6 cars and trucks, that Santa Claus has left me. The gas station and the cars and trucks are all metal and painted with bright colored paints. What do you think are the chances that those paints contained lead? Try 100%. I played with them and I'm sure that at some point, I put one or more in my mouth. Now as a result of all that lead poisoning I received from those toys, I went on to do very well in school, and got a Bachelor's Degree from UConn. Wow, I just realized, I might have turned out to be as smart as Albert Einstein, if only I hadn't put those toys in my mouth.
     The point I'm trying to make is that everything today is just so totally over the top. Most of us, unless we're really young, played with toys that were painted with paint containing lead, and we all turned out OK.There is no common sense any more about anything. Oh, and if you have any of those metals, please make sure you don't put them into the environment. Where the h--- did they come from to begin with?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

WW II Battleship Sailor Tells Obama to Shape Up or Ship Out !

Got this from my Buddy, Barry.

This venerable and much honored WW II vet is well known in Hawaii for his seventy-plus years of service to patriotic organizations and causes all over the country. A humble man without a political bone in his body, he has never spoken out before about a government official, until now. He dictated this letter  to a friend, signed it and mailed it to the president. 

Dear President Obama,    
      My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year.  People meeting me for the first time don't believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert. 
I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WW II retiring as a Master Chief Bos'n Mate.  Now I live in a "rest home" located on the western end of Pearl Harbor, allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country. One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man.

      So here goes. I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do, but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish. I can't figure out what country you are the president of. You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like: 

" We're no longer a Christian nation" 
" America is arrogant" - (Your wife even announced to the world,"America is mean- spirited " Please tell her to try preaching that nonsense to 23 generations of our war dead buried all over the globe who died for no other reason than to free a whole lot of strangers from tyranny and hopelessness.) 
      I'd say shame on the both of you, but I don't think you like America, nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do, for the obvious gifts this country has given you.  To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House.
       After 9/11 you said," America hasn't lived up to her ideals." Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for to win independence from the British, or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man, that 500,000 men died for in the Civil War?  I hope you didn't mean the ideal that 470,000 fathers, brothers, husbands, and a lot of fellas I knew personally died for in WWII, because we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around, because we stand for freedom. 
       I don't think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination.  You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected.
       Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man. Shape up and start acting like an American.  If you don't, I'll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue.  You were elected to lead, not to bow, apologize, and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves, and just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don't want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts, who was putting up a fight?  You don't mind offending the police calling them stupid, but you don't want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists. 
       One more thing.  I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with your life, but you're the Commander-in-Chief now, son.  Do your job.  When your battle-hardened field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him, but if you're not in this fight to win, then get out. The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you're thinking of. 
        You could be our greatest presidents, because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president.  You're not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy.  That's not our greatest threat.  Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now, and I sure as hell don't want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle. 


Harold B. Estes