The retired FDNY firefighter who generally leads the charge for anything 9/11 related, who is also a Red Knight member, lost everything to a fire in his home 7/5/11. All the boys and girls are lining up for the heavy lifting.
Write me in for President, here is my platform
(1) Press 1 for English is immediately banned. English is the official language, speak it or wait at the border until you can.
(2) We will immediately go into a two year isolationist posture to straighten out the country's attitude. NO imports, no exports. We will use the 'Walmart' policy 'If we ain't got it, you don't need it.'
(3) When imports are allowed, there will be a 100% import tax on it.
(4) All retired military personnel will be required to man one of our many observation towers on the southern border. (six month tour) They will be under strict orders not to fire on SOUTHBOUND aliens.
(5) Social security will immediately return to its original state. If you didn't put nuttin in, you ain't getting nuttin out. The president nor any other politician will not be able to touch it.
(6) Welfare - Checks will be handed out on Fridays at the end of the 40 hour school week and the successful completion of urinalysis and a passing grade.
(7) Professional Athletes --Steroids - The FIRST time you check positive you're banned for life.(8) Crime - We will adopt the Turkish method, the first time you steal, you lose your right hand. There is no more life sentences, if convicted you will be put to death by the same method you chose for your victim, gun, knife, strangulation, etc.
(9) One export will be allowed, Wheat, The world needs to eat. A bushel of wheat will be the exact price of a barrel of oil.
(10) All foreign aid using American taxpayer money will immediately cease, and the saved money will pay off the national debt and ultimately lower taxes. When disasters occur around the world, we'll ask the American people if they want to donate to a disaster fund, and each citizen can make the decision whether it's a worthy cause.
(11) The Pledge of Allegiance will be said every day at school and every day in Congress.
(12) The National Anthem will be played at all appropriate ceremonies, sporting events, outings, etc.
Sorry if I stepped on any one's toes but a vote for me will get you better than what you have, and better than what you're gonna get. Thanks for listening, and remember to write in my name on the ballot in November.
Over at the Moral Compass (http://amoralcompass.blogspot.com/ ) His platform for running for President.
Too bad he's not a real candidate
Add this one to your favorites, common sense that comes from a celebrity.
http://www.charliedaniels.com/soapbox.htm
A lot of things have been attributed to Charlie, the kind of savvy that I see on this sight isn't one of them.
Ya'll go have a peep, I got a lot of reading to do.
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or even come close.
The Love of My Life has this habit of coming up with really cool gifts. A couple of years ago at Christmas she gave me a GPS Navigation unit for the car. This year for my birthday she gave me an hour of flight time in this cool little aircraft.
The thing amounted to an introductory lesson in flight training. The company that rents these wants about $140 an hour fuel included for the use of the plane. It has full avionics, not the gages and analog things I was expecting. Two LCD screens with all the read outs, and a killer GPS with inputs from local ATC for radar targets in your area. We could actually see the other aircraft in the area on our GPS.
Way COOL!
The instructor did the taxi to the run up for take off, and when we had permission to use the runway, he told me to take it. He did the rudder and kept us heading in the right direction, at
65 knots I eased back on the stick, and we climbed out at a very comfortable rate. We were at 800 ft. almost immediately. The air smoothed out at about 2000ft and at 2500ft it was a great day. I have held the controls of a small air craft on take off once before, but this was the first time anyone told me " take us anywhere you want, it's your time."
The flight was basically a large circle of the area, you can't really get any where in an hour. The air speed was 103 to 120 mph, so flying some where for lunch was out of the question. The fun thing was I had the controls and the plane is so easy to fly. The avionics included an artificial horizon that lets you fine tune the planes attitude. It is so stable that aileron turns are all you have to do. Rudder turns are an adventure for the future.
The instructor asked me several times if I had flight experience.
I bet they say that to all the boys.
I had to tell him no, but I have had my hands on a lot of controls and know that quick changes are, most of the time, a bad thing.
At the end he had to take the controls because of traffic in the pattern, and we had to land fairly fast, a Lear was coming up behind us. I will give credit where due, it was the best landing I have ever experienced in any air craft, I didn't even feel the wheels touch the ground.
Now if I only had $8000 dollars with nothing to do, I could get a licence that I can't afford to use.
Good music, some one sent this in an e-mail, with a speil that says it's real. It's got that "Dr. Seuss" look to it. Very cool though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UE6xaTYAZhU&NR=1
The Love of my Life just told me in one of those conversations that goes in odd directions, that her girls are looking for a man that treats them like I treat her.
Good luck girls, you'll need it. I come from another place and another time. The pop culture in this area is your worst enemy. The guys here are just looking for another sand slut, until they are ready to marry, then they want a girl who has never slept with their friends, or made a spectacle of them selves. My girls are both beautiful, and would be queens elsewhere, here they look like everyone around them.
I have told them before, go someplace away from here, where value is placed on womanhood and you will never be the same.
I was extremely flattered and proud. It feels good when someone sees what you try to do and be.
This is the love of my life, if God calls me home tomorrow, I will go gladly, having been married to such a wonderful woman for eleven years as of this date. I hope the Lord in his mercy and wisdom will allow me many more years to enjoy and love this mysterious and enchanting creature. Below is my poor gift to celebrate this anniversary. Eleven red and one white, one red for each year and the white for my hope of one more year.
Thank you for the meme, I was feeling left out.
The rules: add your name to the list,
Pick five people and notify them,
List your five favorite eating spots at your location.
The List:
Nicole (Sydney, Australia)
velverse (Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia)
LB (San Giovanni in Marignano, Italy)
Selba (Jakarta, Indonesia)
Olivia (London, England)
ML (Utah, United States)
Lotus (Toronto, Canada)
tanabata (Saitama, Japan)
Andi (Dallas [ish], Texas, United States)
Lulu (Chicago, Illinois, United States)
Chris (Boyne City, Michigan, United States)
AB (Cave Creek, Arizona, United States)
Johnny Yen (Chicago, Illinois, United States)
Bubs (Mt Prospect, Illinois, United States)
Mob (Midland, Texas United States)
Yas (Ahwatukee, Arizona USA)
RSP (Scottsdale, AZ USA)
Ralphd00d (Phoenix, AZ USA)
DW (South East US)
1) Tango du Chat (Dance of the Cat)
French influences, good sea food, and the chef does the cooking. Most times the chef trains and directs. Here the chef cooks and he loves to innovate. Just stroll in, order a good beer, they have several, and have the hottie to tell the Chef to do something that will be good. Prepare to drool. Not cheap, but excellent.
2) Toscona
Italian, dim romantic, excellent house wines, and again a Chef in the house. Plan on two bottles of wine, red sauce with your favorite food beast, excellent pasta. Again not cheap, but worth it.
3) Something Fishy
This is a local "fish camp" type place as we call them. If it doesn't swim, don't bother. Except for the great hush puppies and coleslaw, seafood is all they do. Get the large three item seafood platter with scallops, oysters, and shrimp. You can have broiled or fried. Be sure to have a monster appetite. This is the working mans dinner, very reasonable.
4)Flaming Amy's
One entree, burrito. You can, however, get anything on it. They are huge, betcha' can't eat more than one. Mexican influence, (big surprise) salsa bar, wall of flame (hot sauces) . Six bucks for a meal.
5) Goody Goody Omelet House
This is a working mans (or ladies) eatery. Three bucks will get you a basic breakfast with eggs, toast, grits and coffee. A little more will get you fed to the gills. The folks there are life long egg flippers who can turn your average cackle berry into a work of art. I'm salivating as I write this. There are a few of these in town, Jimbo's and the White Front get a photo finish,
Bonus,,,
1)Mrs. Helen's Cajun Seafood in Lafayette Louisiana, the love of my life and I go every time we pass on I 10. We order an Alligator Sampler and a Crawfish Sampler, and eat like we stole it, we eat off each others plates, the other customers must think were crazy or starving.
2)Gino's Pizza in Chicago. They have changed hands, but a few years ago, it was all I could do to eat a personal sized pan pizza.
3) Anything on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco.
4) Irish Stew at Dirty Nelly's pub in Bunratty Ireland.
5) In the back streets of Paris, a few blocks from The Sorbonne, there is a small restaurant that showcases the food of the central plateau in France. Local wines, home made sausages, stuffed cabbage and a blue berry creme brule that you would rassle your Grannie for. It's been a few years but I can remember the garden in the courtyard and our table in the corner. If the good lord lets me live and do well, I will go back. The restaurants in the latin quarter have window displays of the raw ingrediants as a come on, these folks do not. I belive the only advertisement is word of mouth.
Again. Check out this editorial, Ann isn't gentle, but she is direct, points out in her inimitable way, the pendulum is beginning to swing.
http://www.townhall.com/columnists/column.aspx?UrlTitle=cest_si_bon&ns=AnnCoulter&dt=05/09/2007&page=1
From Town Hall
I heard a POSITIVE comment, on GMA, about an elderly lady defending her property against thieves.
She was Miss America in 1942, and balanced on her walker as she shot out the tires of their car.
God Love her! They wisely waited for the police. Now, how do you tell the boys how bad you are when Grannie holds your A$$ at gun point?
Mr. Johnny Hart has passed. He is a man of simple faith. He professed his faith to one hundred million people a week.
I wish I could do as much, we do what we can, and lament the rest.
I profess Jesus as my personal savior, and claim Gods promise according to St. John 3:16.
I do Not preach my faith, I try to live the example. I am poor in wisdom, poor in conviction, but rich in my savior.
I am confident Mr. Hart has reaped his just reward and sits at the right hand of the Father today.
May God give us all grace to follow his will.
Rest well his good and faithful servant.
I was reading this, it explains so much. You should read it too. We will see things in the future, in the news, and we will wonder, why?
I have been told by those who were there, " if you have a problem when you go into combat, it will not cure you, you will still have the problem."
If you live your life on the knifes edge, you will live life to the fullest. If you never know the brink of extinction, you may be content, but you will never know the exhilaration of survival. If you have survived, then you may crave the affirmation of life. Been there, got the scars, got the "t" shirt. Not from war, but all combat is not war.
http://men.msn.com/articlees.aspx?cp-documentid=3042293&page=1
Read and think, learn well.
I added the following link the other day, and was too rude to tell everyone. My apologies to Night lightning woman.
She tells a good story, the words paint a true picture.
http://greenchilesandroses.blogspot.com/
Over at Badgers Forward a recommendation for The Roggio Report, daily roundup of the real news from Iraq. It will be nice to get the real skinny. The link is for the World Standard. The Report has a date addition in the URL so you will have to dig for it.
http://www.weeklystandard.com/Weblogs/TWSFP/TWSFPView.asp
Now that the immediate problem of tumors is past, life goes on. I was sitting at home, trying to keep a weather eye on the love of my life and her oldest daughter. This pair of comedians used every opportunity to do cute things to the guy with a hole in his abdomen. I found out quickly that the bed was a trap, I could lay down, I just couldn't get up. For a quick reference on how this felt, bury four or five large fish hooks in your tummy and every time you think about moving, pull on the hooks. That would be close.
The recliner was the only place I could sit or lie back and still get my arms under me to push up. The recliner position sticks your toes up, the perfect position for painting the nails. For some reason clear only to those two, my toenails needed to be blue. I almost tore a stitch getting that stuff off. I took serious grief for the entertainment of that pair. I am still plotting my revenge.
After a while I got really bored, I thought I may as well try to go back to work. After all, I have to be somewhere, and doing rounds at good old Stump Water Nuclear Station isn't terribly strenuous. I figured by doing rounds I would allow someone a break and they could do something else.
I over looked a small thing, stairs. When I got to the plant and started to the control room, I was confronted by a thirty foot tall set of stairs. It didn't look too bad, until I got half way up, then I couldn't go any further, and there was no place to sit down. One of my friends, a lady from document services, came by, took one look and asked what was wrong. I told her, she proceeded to tell me just how freaking stupid I was. Well, I had figured that part out. She informed me about convalescent leave, and company policy on surgeries. After I struggled to a phone I called HR and got told again that I was an idiot, by now this was not news, and go home get a release from the doctor.
All right , already I got the point.
The sawbones wanted me to be fairly well healed before radiation therapy. Just in case I had to puke. Those of us in the industry are trained, literally from day one, about the effects of acute radiation poisoning. Not pretty. Now we are going to do it on purpose. I had a consultation with one of my Surgeons and asked how much dose I could expect. He told me in a calm voice about three thousand rad.
I almost fell out of my chair.
That’s seven and a half times the lethal dose for fifty percent of the population on average. He neglected to mention it would be in a carefully shaped beam. He also skimmed over the part where its spread out over several days so they don't cook you like a kitty in a microwave.
There's nothing like good communications, and that was nothing like it!
The folks at the Oncology Clinic were great, I was treated everyday by two of the prettiest, sweetest angels, I ever expect to meet. The girls would do things to lighten the mood by drawing things like flowers and fish on your skin while they were setting the laser aiming grid and tying your feet together to stabilize your position. I got my dose in twenty-four seconds per day. That was about one hundred forty two rad a day. All those things they tell you about radiation are true, it will make you sick, and tired, and give you a sunburn. Trust me its not something they made up.
The thoughtful darlings gave me a prescription for some really good drugs for the nausea. The little problem they overlooked is covered in the Physicians Desk Reference, side effects include everything except, giving you horns and a tail.
I'd rather puke.
A couple of months later I was at the local market, and caught a girl in scrubs eyeing me. That doesn't happen every day. She asked me if I remembered her, it was one of the angels from the clinic, she hugged me and told me I looked great.
That means I was still breathing, most folks that get the full bag of tricks, don't make it long. I guess anyone still moving under their own power is a reward to those girls.
I don't see how they do it.
