This is a long story, but definitely worth reading!! :)

They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike.
For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls – he wouldn’t go anywhere without two stuffed in his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes. I guess I didn’t really think he’d need all his old stuff, that I’d get him new things once he settled in. but it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn’t going to.
I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like “sit” and “stay” and “come” and “heel,” and he’d follow them – when he felt like it. He never really seemed to listen when I called his name – sure, he’d look in my direction after the fourth of fifth time I said it, but then he’d just go back to doing whatever. When I’d ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey.
This just wasn’t going to work. He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes. I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell. The friction got so bad that I couldn’t wait for the two weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search mode for my cell phone amid all of my unpacked stuff. I remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the “damn dog probably hid it on me.”
Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the shelter’s number, I also found his pad and other toys from the shelter… I tossed the pad in Reggie’s direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most enthusiasm I’d seen since bringing him home. But then I called, “Hey, Reggie, you like that? Come here and I’ll give you a treat.” Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction – maybe “glared” is more accurate – and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down.  With his back to me.
Well, that’s not going to do it either, I thought. And I punched the shelter phone number.
But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that, too. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”… ….
 
 
To whoever gets My Dog:
Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. If you’re reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter. He knew something was different. I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip, but this time… it’s like he knew something was wrong. And something is wrong… which is why I have to go to try to make it right.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you. First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hordes them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet.  Doesn’t matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after it, so be careful – really don’t do it by any roads. I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly.
Next, commands. Maybe the shelter staff already told you, but I’ll go over them again: Reggie knows the obvious ones -”sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.” He knows hand signals: “back” to turn around and go back when you put your hand straight up; and “over” if you put your hand out right or left. “Shake” for shaking water off, and “paw” for a high-five. He does “down” when he feels like lying down – I bet you could work on that with him some more. He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.
I trained Reggie with small food treats. Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of hot dog.
Feeding schedule:  twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening. Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He’s up on his shots. Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with yours; they’ll make sure to send you reminders for when he’s due… Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car – I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. I’ve never been married, so it’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people and me most especially.
Which means that this transition is going to be hard, with him going to live with someone new?  And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you….His name’s not Reggie.
I don’t know what made me do it, but when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them his name was Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. For me to do that, it seemed so final, that handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting that I’d never see him again. And if I end up coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it means everything’s fine. But if someone else is reading it, well… well it means that his new owner should know his real name… It’ll help you bond with him. Who knows, maybe you’ll even notice a change in his demeanor if he’s been giving you problems.
His real name is Tank. Because, that is what I drive.  Again, if you’re reading this and you’re from the area, maybe my name has been on the news. I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. See, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with… and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call the shelter…in the “event”… to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption.  Luckily, my colonel is a dog guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.
Well, this letter is getting to downright depressing, even though, frankly, I’m just writing it for my dog. I couldn’t imagine if I was writing it for a wife and kids and family. But still, Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family.
And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me. That unconditional love from a dog is what I took with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do something selfless, to protect innocent people from those who would do terrible things… and to keep those terrible people from coming over here. If I had to give up Tank in order to do it, I am glad to have done so. He was my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. I don’t think I’ll say another good-bye to Tank, though. I cried too much the first time. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight – every night – from me.
Thank you, Paul Mallory
 
 
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly. The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
“C’mere boy.”
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted; searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months.
“Tank,” I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.
“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek. “So whatdaya say we play some ball? His ears perked again.  “Yeah?  Ball? You like that?  Ball?” Tank tore from my hands and disappeared in the next room.
And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.

 

http://www.snopes.com/glurge/reggie.asp Good story though,

Ted Kennedy’s Soviet Gambit

http://www.forbes.com/2009/08/27/ted-kennedy-soviet-union-ronald-reagan-opinions-columnists-peter-robinson.html?partner=email

08.28.09, 12:01 AM ET Picking his way through the Soviet archives that Boris Yeltsin had just thrown open, in 1991 Tim Sebastian, a reporter for the London Times, came across an arresting memorandum. Composed in 1983 by Victor Chebrikov, the top man at the KGB, the memorandum was addressed to Yuri Andropov, the top man in the entire USSR. The subject: Sen. Edward Kennedy. “On 9-10 May of this year,” the May 14 memorandum explained, “Sen. Edward Kennedy’s close friend and trusted confidant [John] Tunney was in Moscow.” (Tunney was Kennedy’s law school roommate and a former Democratic senator from California.) “The senator charged Tunney to convey the following message, through confidential contacts, to the General Secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, Y. Andropov.” Kennedy’s message was simple. He proposed an unabashed quid pro quo. Kennedy would lend Andropov a hand in dealing with President Reagan. In return, the Soviet leader would lend the Democratic Party a hand in challenging Reagan in the 1984 presidential election. “The only real potential threats to Reagan are problems of war and peace and Soviet-American relations,” the memorandum stated. “These issues, according to the senator, will without a doubt become the most important of the election campaign.” Kennedy made Andropov a couple of specific offers. First he offered to visit Moscow. “The main purpose of the meeting, according to the senator, would be to arm Soviet officials with explanations regarding problems of nuclear disarmament so they may be better prepared and more convincing during appearances in the USA.” Kennedy would help the Soviets deal with Reagan by telling them how to brush up their propaganda. Then he offered to make it possible for Andropov to sit down for a few interviews on American television. “A direct appeal … to the American people will, without a doubt, attract a great deal of attention and interest in the country. … If the proposal is recognized as worthy, then Kennedy and his friends will bring about suitable steps to have representatives of the largest television companies in the USA contact Y.V. Andropov for an invitation to Moscow for the interviews. … The senator underlined the importance that this initiative should be seen as coming from the American side.” Kennedy would make certain the networks gave Andropov air time–and that they rigged the arrangement to look like honest journalism. Kennedy’s motives? “Like other rational people,” the memorandum explained, “[Kennedy] is very troubled by the current state of Soviet-American relations.” But that high-minded concern represented only one of Kennedy’s motives. “Tunney remarked that the senator wants to run for president in 1988,” the memorandum continued. “Kennedy does not discount that during the 1984 campaign, the Democratic Party may officially turn to him to lead the fight against the Republicans and elect their candidate president.” Kennedy proved eager to deal with Andropov–the leader of the Soviet Union, a former director of the KGB and a principal mover in both the crushing of the 1956 Hungarian Revolution and the suppression of the 1968 Prague Spring–at least in part to advance his own political prospects. In 1992, Tim Sebastian published a story about the memorandum in the London Times. Here in the U.S., Sebastian’s story received no attention. In his 2006 book, The Crusader: Ronald Reagan and the Fall of Communism, historian Paul Kengor reprinted the memorandum in full. “The media,” Kengor says, “ignored the revelation.” “The document,” Kengor continues, “has stood the test of time. I scrutinized it more carefully than anything I’ve ever dealt with as a scholar. I showed the document to numerous authorities who deal with Soviet archival material. No one has debunked the memorandum or shown it to be a forgery. Kennedy’s office did not deny it.” Why bring all this up now? No evidence exists that Andropov ever acted on the memorandum–within eight months, the Soviet leader would be dead–and now that Kennedy himself has died even many of the former senator’s opponents find themselves grieving. Yet precisely because Kennedy represented such a commanding figure–perhaps the most compelling liberal of our day–we need to consider his record in full. Doing so, it turns out, requires pondering a document in the archives of the politburo. When President Reagan chose to confront the Soviet Union, calling it the evil empire that it was, Sen. Edward Kennedy chose to offer aid and comfort to General Secretary Andropov. On the Cold War, the greatest issue of his lifetime, Kennedy got it wrong.

Coyote Control

In a meeting with Wyoming ranchers the Sierra Club and the U.S. Forest Service presented an alternative for controlling the coyote population. It seems that after years of the ranchers using the tried and true methods of shooting and/or trapping the predators, the U.S. Forest Service had a ‘more humane’ solution..
 
 What they proposed was for the animals to be captured alive. The males would then be castrated and let loose again. Therefore the population would be controlled. This was actually proposed to the Wyoming Wool and Sheep Grower’s Association by the USFS on behalf of the Sierra Club 
 All of the ranchers thought about this idea for a couple of minutes.. Finally, an old gentleman in the back of the conference room stood up, tipped his hat back and said: ” Son, I don’t think you understand our problem. ” Those coyotes ain’t fuckin’ our sheep – they’re eatin’ ‘em! “
 
Needless to say laughter insued

Back on Uncle Sam’s plantation

 http://www.urbancure.org/dev/pagedetails.asp?SubCatID=162 

Back  on Uncle Sam’s plantation
Star Parker – Syndicated Columnist

 

Six years ago I wrote a book called Uncle Sam’s Plantation. I wrote the book to tell my own story of what I saw living inside the welfare state and my own transformation out of it.

I said in that book that indeed there are two Americas — a poor America on socialism and a wealthy America on capitalism.

I talked about government programs like Temporary Assistance for Needy Families (TANF), Job Opportunities and Basic Skills Training (JOBS), Emergency Assistance to Needy Families with Children (EANF), Section 8 Housing, and Food Stamps.

A vast sea of perhaps well-intentioned government programs, all initially set into motion in the 1960s by Democrats, that were going to lift the nation’s poor out of poverty.

A benevolent Uncle Sam welcomed mostly poor black Americans onto the government plantation.  Those who accepted the invitation switched mindsets from “How do I take care of myself?” to “What do I have to do to stay on the plantation?”

Instead of solving economic problems, government welfare socialism created monstrous moral and spiritual problems — the kind of problems that are inevitable when individuals turn responsibility for their lives over to others.

The legacy of American socialism is our blighted inner cities, dysfunctional inner city schools, and broken black families.

Through God’s grace, I found my way out.  It was then that I understood what freedom meant and how great this country is.

I had the privilege of working on welfare reform in 1996 which was passed by a Republican controlled Congress.

I thought we were on the road to moving socialism out of our poor black communities and replacing it with wealth-producing American capitalism.

But, incredibly, we are now going in the opposite direction.

Instead of poor America on socialism becoming more like rich American on capitalism, rich America on capitalism is becoming like poor America on socialism.

Uncle Sam has welcomed our banks onto the plantation and they have said, “Thank you, Suh.”

Now, instead of thinking about what creative things need to be done to serve customers, they are thinking about what they have to tell Massah in order to get their cash.

There is some kind of irony that this is all happening under our first black president on the 200th anniversary of the birthday of Abraham Lincoln.

Worse, socialism seems to be the element of our new young president. And maybe even more troubling, our corporate executives seem happy to move onto the plantation.

In an op-Ed on the opinion page of the Washington Post, Mr. Obama is clear that the goal of his trillion dollar spending plan is much more than short term economic stimulus.

“This plan is more than a prescription for short-term spending — it’s a strategy for America’s long-term growth and opportunity in areas such as renewable energy, healthcare, and education.”

Perhaps more incredibly, Mr. Obama seems to think that government taking over an economy is a new idea. Or that massive growth in government can take place “with unprecedented transparency and accountability.”

Yes, sir, we heard it from Jimmy Carter when he created the Department of Energy, the Synfuels Corporation, and the Department of Education.

Or how about the Economic Opportunity Act of 1964 — The War on Poverty — which President Johnson said “…does not merely expand old programs or improve what is already being done. It charts a new course. It strikes at the causes, not just the consequences of poverty.”

Trillions of dollars later, black poverty is the same. But black families are not, with triple the incidence of single-parent homes and out-of-wedlock births.

It’s not complicated. Americans can accept Barack Obama’s invitation to move onto the plantation. Or they can choose personal responsibility and freedom.

Does anyone really need to think about what the choice should be?

My Vote for McCain

My Vote for McCain … Much as it pains me to say this, I have to admit it – my Democrat friends were right. They told me if I voted for McCain, the nation’s hope would deteriorate, and sure enough there has been a 20 point drop in the Consumer Confidence Index since the election, reaching a lower point than any time during the Bush administration. They told me if I voted for McCain, the United States would become more deeply embroiled in the Middle East, and now, tens of thousands of additional troops are scheduled to be deployed into Afghanistan . My Democrat Party friends told me if I voted for McCain, that the economy would get worse and sure enough unemployment is exceeding 9.5% and the new stimulus packages implemented have sent the stock market lower than at any time since the Islamic Terrorists attacks of 9-11. They told me if I voted for McCain, we would see more “crooks” in high ranking positions in Federal government and sure enough, several cabinet nominees and Senate appointments revealed resumes of scandal, bribery and tax fraud. They told me if I voted for McCain, we would see more “Pork at the trough” in Federal government and sure enough, over 17,500 “Pork Bills” showed up in Congress since January 2009…. I was also told by my Democrat friends that if I voted for McCain, we would see more deficit spending in Washington D.C. , and sure enough, Obama has spent more in his first 100 days than all other Presidents together – in the entire history of the good old US of A. Well, I voted for McCain in November and my Democrat friends were right, all of their predictions have come true!

MRC.org – The Media Research Center

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PLEASE READ THIS ALL THE WAY TO THE BOTTOM.

PLEASE  READ THIS ALL  THE  WAY TO THE BOTTOM.
 by  Pam Geller

 

 
  Pamela  “Atlas” Geller began her publishing career at The New York Daily News  and subsequently took over operation of The New York Observer as  Associate Publisher.  She left The Observer after the birth of her fourth child, but remained involved in various projects including American Associates, Ben Gurion University and being Senior Vice-President Strategic Planning and Performance Evaluation at The Brandeis School.

 
  After  9/11, “Atlas” had the veil of oblivion violently lifted from her  consciousness and immersed herself in the education and understanding of  geopolitics, Islam, terror, foreign affairs and imminent threats the  mainstream media and the government wouldn’t cover or discuss.  To  wit:

I am a student of  history.  Professionally, I have written 15 books in six languages,  and have studied history all my life.  I think there is something  monumentally large afoot, and I do not believe it is just a banking  crisis, or a mortgage crisis, or a credit crisis.  Yes, these exist  but they are merely single facets on a very large gemstone that is only  now coming into a sharper  focus.

Something of  historic proportions is happening.  I can sense it because I know  how it feels, smells, what it looks like, and how people react to it..  Yes, a perfect storm may be brewing, but there is something happening within our country that has been evolving for about 10 – 15 years.  The pace has dramatically quickened in the past  two.

We demanded and  then codified into law the requirement that our banks make massive loans  to people whom we knew could never pay back?  Why? We learned  recently that the Federal Reserve, which has little or no real  oversight by anyone, has “loaned” two trillion dollars (that is $2,000,000,000,000) over the past few months,  but  will not tell us to whom or why or disclose the  terms.   That is our money. Yours and mine. And that is three times  the $700B we all argued about so strenuously just this past  September.

Who has this  money?  Why do they have it?  Why are the terms unavailable to  us?  Who asked for it?  Who authorized it?  I thought  this was a government of “We the People,” who loaned our powers to our  elected leaders.  Apparently  not.

We  have spent two or more decades intentionally de-industrializing our economy.   Why?

We have  intentionally dumbed down our schools, ignored our history, and no  longer teach our founding documents, why we are exceptional, and why we  are worth preserving.  Students by and large cannot write, think critically, read, or articulate.  Parents are not revolting,  teachers are not picketing, school boards continue to back  mediocrity.   Why?

We have now  established the precedent of protesting every close election (now  violently in California over a proposition that is so controversial that  it wants marriage to remain between one man and one woman.  Did you ever think such a thing possible just a decade ago?).  We have  corrupted our sacred political process by allowing unelected judges to  write laws that radically change our way of life, and then mainstream  Marxist groups like ACORN and others to turn our voting system into a  banana republic.  To what  purpose?

Now our mortgage  industry is collapsing, housing prices are in free fall, major  industries are failing, our banking system is on the verge of collapse,  Social Security is nearly bankrupt, as is Medicare and our entire  government.  Our education system is worse than a joke (I teach college and know precisely what I am talking about.)  The list is staggering in its length, breadth, and depth.  It is potentially  1929 x 10.    And  we are at war with an enemy we cannot name for fear of offending people  of the same religion who cannot wait to slit the throats of your  children if they have the opportunity to do  so.

And now we have  elected a man no one knows anything about, who has never run so much as  a Dairy Queen, let alone a town as big as Wasilla, Alaska.  All of  his associations and alliances are with real radicals in their chosen  fields of employment, and everything we learn about him, drip by drip,  is unsettling if not downright scary (Surely you have heard him speak  about his idea to create and fund a mandatory civilian defense  force stronger than our military for use inside our borders? No?  Oh, of course.  The media would never play that for you  over and over and then demand he answer it.  Sarah Palin’s pregnant  daughter and $150,000 wardrobe is more  important.)

Mr. Obama’s  winning platform can be boiled down to one word: Change….radical  change.   Why?

I have never been  so afraid for my country and for my children as I am now.  This man  campaigned on bringing people together, something he has never, ever  done in his professional life.  In my assessment, Obama will divide  us along philosophical lines, push us apart, and then try to realign the  pieces into a new and different power structure.  Change is indeed  coming.  And when it comes, you will never see the same nation again.

And that is only  the beginning.

I thought I would  never be able to experience what the ordinary, moral German felt in the  mid-1930s.  In those times, the savior was a former smooth-talking  rabble-rouser from the streets, about whom the average German knew next  to nothing.  What they did know was that he was associated with  groups that shouted, shoved, and pushed around people with whom they  disagreed; he edged his way onto the political stage through great  oratory and promises.  Economic times were tough, people were  losing jobs, and he was a great speaker.  And he smiled and waved a lot.  And people, even newspapers, were afraid to speak out for  fear that his “brown shirts” would bully them into  submission.

And then he was  duly elected to office, with a full-throttled economic crisis at hand  [the Great Depression].  Slowly but surely he seized the controls  of government power, department by department, person by person,  bureaucracy by  bureaucracy.   The kids joined a Youth Movement in his name, where they were taught  what to think.  How did he get the people on his side?  He  did it promising jobs to the jobless, money to the moneyless, and  goodies for the military-industrial  complex.   He did it by indoctrinating the children, advocating gun control, health care for all, better wages, better jobs, and promising to re-instill pride once again in the country, across Europe, and across the  world.

He did it with a  compliant media – Did you know  that?  And he  did this all in the name of justice and…change.  And the people  surely got what they voted for.  (Look it up if you think I am  exaggerating.)  Read your history books.  Many people objected  in 1933 and were shouted down, called names, laughed at, and made fun  of.  When Winston Churchill pointed out the obvious in the late  1930s while seated in the House of Lords in England (he was not yet  Prime Minister), he was booed into his seat and called a crazy  troublemaker.  He was right,  though.

Don’t forget that  Germany was the most educated, cultured country in Europe.  It was  full of music, art, museums, hospitals, laboratories, and  universities.  And in less than six years – a shorter time span than just two terms of the U. S. presidency – it was rounding up its own citizens, killing others, abrogating its laws, turning children against parents, and neighbors against neighbors.  All with the best of intentions, of course.  The road to Hell is paved with  them.

As a practical  thinker, one not overly prone to emotional decisions, I have a choice:   I can either believe what the objective pieces of evidence tell me  (even if they make me cringe with disgust); I can believe what history  is shouting to me from across the chasm of seven decades; or I can hope  I am wrong, close my eyes, have another latte and ignore what is  transpiring around  me.

Some people scoff  at me; others laugh or think I am foolish, naive, or both.  Perhaps  I am.  But I have never been afraid to look people in the eye and  tell them exactly what I believe – and why I believe it.  I pray I  am wrong.  But, I do not think I  am.
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Since  many of you enjoy senior citizen status or will sometime in the not too  distant future, I thought you might be interested in this information.

IN GOD WE  TRUST

Everybody that is  on this mailing list is either a senior citizen, is getting close, or  knows somebody that  is.

Most of you know  by now that the Senate version (at least) of the “stimulus” bill  includes provisions for extensive rationing of health care for senior  citizens.  The author of this part of the bill, former senator and  tax evader, Tom Daschle, was credited today by Bloomberg with the  following  statement.

Bloomberg:   “Daschle says health-care reform will not be pain free. Seniors should  be more accepting of the conditions that come with age instead of  treating them.”

If this does not  sufficiently raise your ire, just remember that Senators and Congressmen  have their own healthcare plan that is first dollar or very low co-pay  which they are guaranteed the remainder of their lives and are not  subject to this new law if it  passes.

Please use the  power of the Internet to get this message out.  Talk it up at the  grassroots level.  We have an election coming up in one year and  nine months.  We have the ability to address and reverse the dangerous direction the Obama administration and its allies have begun and in the interim, we can make our voices heard!  Let’s do  it!

If you  disagree, don’t do anything

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Monks

Some monks were running low on funds, but didn’t want to close up their monastery. After much consideration, they decided to start selling the flowers they grew. Soon after opening up shop, business boomed, much to their delight. They had plenty of cash now for burlap and oatmeal and all the good things monks need. Unfortunately, their town already HAD a flower shop. The disgruntled owner of the rival store tried everything — having discount sales, spreading slander about the monks, and even poisoning the monks’ flower beds. Unfortunately, they’d been heavenly blessed, and nothing could stop their thriving little business venture. Finally, the rival shop owner sought out a very sinister man named Hugh. No one knew his last name, just that he always got the job done, no questions asked. After the appropriate amount of money had changed hands, Hugh went over to the friars’ place, thoroughly beat the hell out of them, and then destroyed their flower beds. The next day, the monks promptly boarded up the windows and closed their shop permanently, thus proving that Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist friars.

act of Islamic terrorism

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