I have often wondered why it is that Conservatives are
called the “right” and Liberals are called the “left.”
By chance I stumbled upon this verse in the Bible:
Ecclesiastes 10:2 (NASB)
2 A wise man’s heart directs him toward the right, but the foolish (A)man’s heart directs him toward the left.
Can’t get any simpler than that.
FINALLY — A great alternative to body scanners at airports. . .
The Israelis are developing an airport security device that eliminates the privacy concerns that come with full-body scanners at their airports.
It’s a booth that you can step into that will not X-ray you, but will detonate any explosive device that you may have on you.
They see this as a win-win for everyone, with none of this crap about racial profiling.
It also would eliminate the costs of a long and expensive trial. Justice would be swift. Case closed!
You’re in the airport terminal and you hear a muffled explosion. Shortly thereafter, an announcement comes over the PA system, “Attention standby passengers — we now have a seat available on flight number XXXX. Shalom!”
This was this guy’s first boat and he was taking it
to the lake, but he wasn’t quite sure of the correct
procedure for launching a boat off a ramp.
However, he figured it couldn’t be that difficult to do,
so he stopped by his office for advice,
and they just told him…
“Just don’t let the trailer get too deep in the water
when you’re launching your boat, and you should be fine”.
Well later on, he couldn’t understand what they meant
by that, as he just could barely get his trailer in the water!
Here’s a picture worth a “thousand’ words!
Your gonna love this guy!!!
They walk among us, get married, have children and vote!
NOTE: The sticker on the rear window explains everything!!!
Everyone is always telling Boudreaux and Thibodeaux jokes,
implying that Cajun’s aren’t smart.
Anybody who would build a city 10 feet below sea level, in a
hurricane zone, and fill it with Democrats…
is quite obviously PURE GENUIS!!!
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Everyone of voting age should read these two books. Don’t buy them, get them from the library before they are removed from the shelves.
From Dreams of My Father: ‘I ceased to advertise my mother’s race at the age of 12 or 13, when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ingratiating myself to whites.’
From Dreams of My Father : ‘I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother’s race.’
From Dreams of My Father: ‘There was something about her that made me wary, a little too sure of herself, maybe and white.
From Dreams of My Father: ‘It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.’
From Dreams of My Father: ‘I never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didn’t speak to my own. It was into my father’s image, the black man, son of Africa, that I’d packed all the attributes I sought in myself: the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela.’
And FINALLY, and most scary!
From Audacity of Hope: ‘I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.’
I don’t care whether you are a Democrat , a Republican, an Independent , a Conservative or a liberal,
PLEASE Help Spread The Word.
This is pretty bold stuff.
As_ (http://www.as/) you will recall, Henry Louis Gates, Jr. is the Harvard professor who got arrested by Cambridge Police a couple weeks or so ago.
Fred Reed was a police reporter for one of the large Washington newspapers.
He now writes a column which can be googled ~ “Fred on Everything.”
Fred published a weekly online column in which he got to say the things his editors would never, ever have let him write in the paper. His stuff is iconoclastic and various articles have probably offended everyone..regardless of political orientation. So, with the warning that “This is definitely not politically correct,” here comes Fred…..
The following is an essay regarding the failings of a system and a culture. Please note that he elegantly describes the mood of many Americans and he does so without prejudice.
Slavery Reparations ………by Fred Reed!
On the Web I find that Henry Louis Gates Jr., the chairman of Afro-American Studies at Harvard, is demanding that whites pay reparations to blacks. It’s because of slavery, see. He is joined in this endeavor by a gaggle of other professional blacks. I guess he’ll send me a bill, huh?
I feel like saying, “Let me get this straight, Hank. I’m slow. Be patient.
You want free money because of slavery, right? I don’t blame you.” I’d like free money too. Tell you what. I believe in justice. I’ll give you a million dollars for every slave I own, and another million for every year you were a slave. Fair enough? But tell me, how many slaves do you suppose I have?
In round numbers, I mean…say to the nearest dozen. And how long were you a slave?
Oh. In other words, I owe you reparations for something that I didn’t do and didn’t happen to you. That makes sense. Like lug nuts on a birthday cake.
Personally, I think you owe me reparations for things you didn’t do and never happened to me. I’ve never been coated in Dutch chocolate and thrown from the Eiffel Tower . I’ll bet you’ve never done it to anyone. I want reparations. Kind of silly, isn’t it?
But if we’re going to talk about reparations, that’s a street that runs in two directions. You want money from me for what some other whites did to some other blacks in another century?
How about you guys paying whites reparations for current expenses caused by blacks? Not long ago blacks burned down half of Los Angeles , a city in my country. Cities are expensive, Hank. Build one sometime and you’ll see what I mean. Whites had to pay taxes to repair Los Angeles for you. You can send me a check.
Now, yes, I know you burned LA because you didn’t like the verdict in the trial of those police officers. Well, I didn’t like the verdict in the Simpson trial. But I didn’t burn my house and loot Korean grocers, or burn down a city.
Over the years blacks have burned a lot of American cities: Newark , Detroit , Watts , on and on. Now add in the fantastic cost over the years of welfare in all its forms, the cost of all of those police calls people had to make, for cells and jails and security systems in department stores.
I can’t live in the capital city of my own country because of crime committed by blacks. Toss in the cultural cost of lowering standards in everything for the benefit of blacks. See what I mean?
Now, I’d view things differently if you said to me, “Fred, blacks can’t get anywhere in a modern country without education. We know that. We need better schools, smarter teachers, harder courses, books with smaller pictures and bigger words. Can you help us?”
I’d say, “Hallelujah! Hoo-ahh! Not just yes, but hell yes. Let’s sell an aircraft carrier and get these folks some real schools and get them into the economic main-stream.’ I’d say It partly because it would be the right thing to do, and partly because I’d like to add you guys to the tax base.
The current custodial state is expensive. I’d just love for blacks to study and learn to compete and stop burning places. But is it going to happen? You may not believe it, but I, and most whites, don’t like seeing blacks as miserable and screwed up as they are.
I spend a fair amount of time in the projects. Those places are ugly. It’s no fun watching perfectly good kids turn into semi-literate dope dealers who barely speak English. It just plain ain’t right. But, Hank, what am I supposed to do about it? I can’t do your children’s homework. At some point, people have to do things for themselves, or they don’t get done. Maybe it’s time.
I’ll tell you what I see out in the world, Hank… I think blacks are too accustomed to getting anything they want by just demanding it. True, it has worked for over half a century. Get a few hundred people in the street, implicitly threaten to loot and burn, holler about slavery, and sadly the Great White Cash Spigot turns on.
Thing is, whites don’t much buy it any longer. Most recognize that what once was a civil-rights movement has become a shakedown game. Few people still feel responsible for the failings and inadequacies of blacks. Political correctness keeps the lid on — but everyone knows the score. Which scares me, Hank.
On one hand, blacks hate whites and incline toward looting and burning. (The whites you hate are the ones who marched in the civil-rights movement. Ever think about that?)
On the other hand, whites quietly grow wearier and wearier of it. Not good, Hank.
On the third hand (allow me three hands, for rhetorical convenience), blacks keep demanding things As I write, you demand reparations for slavery. Blacks in Oklahoma (I think it was) want money for some ancient race riot.
Other blacks reject the Declaration of Independence. Blacks in New York hint broadly at burning and looting over a trial, yet more demand the elimination of the Confederate flag, and the federal equal opportunity apparatus, which means blacks want to sue Silicon Valley for not hiring nonexistent black engineers. That’s a lot of demanding for one month, Hank.
What happens if whites ever say, “No”?
Now, how about you? You’ve got a cushy job up there at Harvard, and you can hoot and holler about what swine and bandits whites are. I guess it’s lots of fun, and you get a salary for it to boot. But don’t you think you might do blacks more good if you told them to complain less and study more?
For example, if you want blacks to work in Silicon Gulch, the best approach might be to find some really smart black guys, and get them to study digital design ~ not Black Studies (as you teach). That’s how everybody else does it. It works. Then blacks wouldn’t feel left out, and racial tensions would decline. Sound like a plan?
Just out of curiosity, how many hours a week do professors of Afro-American Studies spend in the projects, encouraging poor black kids to study real – life sho-nuf subjects?
Pass this one across America !!!
I’m sure Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, North and South Carolina, Florida & Tennessee will be right there, too…
THE COUNTRY of TEXOARKLA
In case things get a little tougher during the next few months,
we In LOUISIANA, TEXAS , OKLAHOMA & ARKANSAS have a plan.
Maybe you don’t know it, but LOUISIANA , TEXAS , OKLAHOMA , &
ARKANSAS have a legal right to secede from the Union . (Reference the
Texas/Louisiana-American Annexation Treaty of 1848.)
Us TEXOARKLANS love y’all Americans, but we’ll probably have to
take action since Barack Obama won the election and is now the President
of the U.S.A. We’ll miss ya’ll though.
Here is what can happen:
1. Barack Hussein Obama, after becoming the President of the
United States , begins to try and create a socialist country, then TEXAS
, LOUISIANA , ARKANSAS and OKLAHOMA announces that they are going to
secede from the Union ..
2. George W. Bush becomes the President of the Republic of
TEXOARKLA . You might think that he doesn’t talk too pretty, but we
haven’t had another terrorist attack and the economy was fine until the
effects of Barney Frank and the Democrats lowering the qualifications
for home loans came home to roost..
So what does TEXOARKLA have to do to survive as a Republic?
1. NASA is just south of Houston , Texas . We will control the
2. We refine over 90% of the gasoline in the United States ..
3. Defense Industry–we have over 65% of it. The term “Don’t mess
with TEXAS ,” will take on a whole new meaning.
4. Oil – we can supply all the oil that the Republic of TEXOARKLA
will need for the next 300 years. What will the other states do? Gee, we
don’t know. Why not ask Obama?
5. Natural Gas – again, we have all we need and it’s too bad
about those Northern States. John Kerry and AlGore will just have to
figure out a way to keep them warm…
6. Computer Industry – we lead the nation in producing computer
chips and communications equipment – small companies like Texas
Instruments, Dell Computer, EDS, Raytheon, National Semiconductor,
Motorola, Intel, AMD, Nortel, Alcatel, etc.. The list goes on and on.
7. Medical Care – We have the research centers for cancer
research, the best burn centers and the top trauma units in the world,
as well as other large health centers.
8. We have enough colleges to keep educating and making smarter
citizens: University of Texas , Texas A&M, Texas Tech, University of
Oklahoma , Oklahoma State University, UL-Lafayette, UL-Monroe, LSU, Tulane, Louisiana Tech University, University of Arkansas, Arkansas State
University , Baylor, Rice, TCU, SMU and MANY more.
9. We have an intelligent and energetic work force and it isn’t
restricted by a bunch of unions. Here in TEXOARKLA, we are a
Right-to-Work State and, therefore, it’s every man and woman for
themselves.. We just go out and get the job done.. And if we don’t like
the way one company operates, we get a job somewhere else.
10. We have essential control of the paper, plastics, and
insurance industries, etc.
11. In case of a foreign invasion, we have the TEXOARKLA National
Guard, the TEXOARKLA Air National Guard, and several military bases. We
don’t have an Army, but since everybody down here has at least six guns
and a pile of ammo, we can raise an Army in 24 hours if we need one. If
the situation really gets bad, we can always call the Department of
Public Safety and ask them to send over the Texas Rangers.
12. We are totally self-sufficient in beef, poultry, hogs, and
several types of grain, fruit and vegetables and let’s not forget
seafood from the Gulf. Also, everybody down here knows how to cook them
so that they taste good. We don’t need any food from somewhere else.
13. FIVE of the ten largest cities in the United States and
THIRTY TWO of the 100 largest cities in the United States are located in
TEXOARKLA. And TEXOARKLA also has more land than California , New York
, New Jersey , Connecticut , Delaware , Hawaii , Massachusetts ,
Maryland , Rhode Island and Vermont combined.
14. Trade: FIVE of the ten largest ports in the United States
are located in TEXOARKLA.
15. We also manufacture cars down here, but we don’t need to. You
see, nothing rusts in TEXOARKLA so our vehicles stay beautiful and run
well for decades.
This just names a few of the items that will keep the Republic of
TEXOARKLA in good shape. There isn’t a thing out there that we need and
Now to the rest of you folks in the United States under President
Since you won’t have the refineries to get gas for your cars,
only President Obama will be able to drive around in his big 9 mpg SUV.
The rest of the United States will have to walk or ride bikes.
You won’t have any TV as the Space Center in Houston will cut off
You won’t have any natural gas to heat your homes, but since
AlGore has predicted global warming, you will not need the gas as long
as you survive the 2000 years it will take to get enough heat from
In other words, the rest of ya’ll in the USA are screwed!
Signed, The People of TEXOARKLA
P.S. This is not a threatening letter – just a note to give you
something to think about!
Sleep well tonight ’cause the eyes of TEXOARKLA are upon YOU!!
…The Eye of the Needle …
The Gate of Worship
The Ultimate Choice
“I have brought this people together today to make unto you a choice. You can minister unto men…or you can minister unto the King of Glory!”
I stood among the sons of men, strong and tall. My heart was filled with enthusiasm. My life was given to the purposes of God.
Upon that day, I said to the Lord, “I will do mighty exploits in the name of my God.” The Lord came unto me and He said, “What is it, son of man, that thou would have?” I said, “Lord, if I could only be among those who play sweetly upon an instrument and who sing well in the house of the Lord, then I would do great things for my God.”
The Lord came to me and He gave unto me the desire of my heart. He let me play and He let me sing. I saw the day when the hearts of men were moved by that thing the Lord had given unto me. After hearts of men were moved, I stood back and I said to myself, “Now I will be content for I have been able to move the hearts of men.”
But in my secret hour I bowed my head before my God and said, “Lord, You have given me what I asked for but my heart is heavy. I have a longing for something more.”
He came again unto me in the night season. He asked me again, “Son of man, ask Me again the thing that thou would have of Me.” I said, “Lord I see men bowed by burdens low. I see hearts that are broken. I see sadness and discouragement. Oh give me the power of the spoken word that I might speak the word and their hearts be delivered.” The Lord came unto me and said, “Son of man, I have given thee the things which thou hast desired.”
With great joy, I marched before the people of God. In my youth and in my enthusiasm, I spoke the Word and men were delivered. I spoke the Word and their hearts were made whole. I knew what it was to bind up the broken hearted and to pour in the oil of joy replacing their mourning.
While men were yet praising Him, glorifying His name, I went back to my secret chamber, I bowed my head in sorrow. I said, “Oh my God, my God, I am not satisfied.”
He came again unto me and He said, “Son of man, what is it that thou desireth of Me?” And I said, “Oh my God, give me power in my hands that as You did, I might lay my hands upon the sick and see the healing flow.” He said unto me, “It is done as thou has commanded.”
God healed the sick. I went to the nations of the earth and I saw the sick raised from their beds. I saw pain and suffering go away. I was rejoicing as I went to my secret place. I bowed my head before my God. I said, “Now my God, I will be satisfied for you have given me that which I have desired.” No sooner had the words come out of my mouth when the heart within me began to ache and cry. I said, “God, I don’t understand. Again my heart is sad. Lord, will You, just one more time, give me the thing I ask of Thee?” he said, “It is done.”
“God, I desire to go against principalities and powers, the powers of the wickedness of this world and spiritual darkness in high places. He said, “Surely I give it unto thee. Now go.” So I went and the Lord allowed me to go into dens of iniquity, the holes and dives where men hide from the light because of the sin and evil that is upon them. There was a day when I saw demons cry out at the very presence of the power of God that rested on me.
Then I went back to my secret place broken. I said, “God, I have asked You for all that I desired and still my heart is not yet satisfied. Nor do I feel that I have touched the thing that You have called me to. In my youth I have expended myself with all the things that my heart had desired.”
Then one more time a gracious and loving God visited me in the night season. He said, “Now – what is it that thou dost desire?” In brokenness of heart, I bowed before Him and I said, “God, only that thing which You desire to give unto me.”
He came unto me and said, “Come with Me and I will take you on a journey.” He took me past my friends. he took me past those with whom I had come into the house of the Lord. He took me into a desolate place. He caused me to go into a place alone in the wilderness. I said, “Oh my God, what are you doing to me? You have cut me off from those I love.” He said, “I take thee to the place where all men must come if their heart’s cry is to be fulfilled.” At a certain hour, I bowed before a gate that is called…
The Eye of the Needle, The gate of Worship! There before the eye of the Needle I heard the voice of the Lord say, “Bow low.” So I bowed lower. He said “Yet lower. Thou does not go low enough.” So I went as low as I could possibly go.
But I had upon my back my books of learning. I had with me my instruments of music. I had with me my gifts and abilities. He said unto me, “Thou has too much, thou can not go through this gate.”
I said, “But God, You have given me these books. You have given me these abilities.” He said, “Drop them. or thou dost not go.”
So I dropped them. I went through a very small gate that is called “the eye of the needle.” As I went through this gate, I heard the voice of the Lord say, “Now rise to the other side.” As I rose, a very strange thing happened to me. You see, the gate which was so small on one side that I must lay aside everything, was now so wide I could not fill it. As I stood in the presence of the Lord I said, “God, what is this thing that You have done unto me, for my soul is now satisfied?”
He said, “Thou has come through the gate of worship. Now come up to the circle of the earth & I will show thee a great mystery. I will reveal unto thee the thing that I doing among the sons of men.”
The Spirit of the Lord caught me away. He took me to the circle of the earth, higher than where the eagle flies, beyond where the clouds can rumble, beyond where the sun shines or the moon finds her path. There at the throne of my God, He said, “Look down upon My people.”
I saw strange things. I saw my companions gathered around a very small gate that is, “the eye of the needle, the gate of worship.” I saw them wringing their hands and crying. They were saying one to another, “But God has given us these instruments of war. This sword is my sword and I will work with it against the enemy to bring him down. I cannot go through this gate, for, if I go through this gate, I must put down my sword. God has called me to be a warrior and therefore, I will not do it.”
And I heard another one say, “”Me? Lay down my instruments of music? Lay down all God has given me, just to go through that silly little gate, to be nothing but a bare man who comes out the other side stripped of everything? I cannot do this thing.”
I saw them as they stood aside in their pride, afraid to bow themselves before a very small gate.
Then I saw again, as the Lord brought me closer to the gate. I saw a man bow low, laying down everything that he had. As he came through the very wide gate on the other side, his instruments of music were there. His sword was there. His books were there. The power was there.
The Word of the Lord came to me, “Go now and tell this people before you, I have given unto this people extreme talents and much ability. But I say unto you today, if you do not come through the very small gate, which is the gate of worship, and bow low and lay before me thine instruments, thy talents, abilities, vision and power, thou shall always be among those who will only be able to minister to the hearts of men, and bless the hearts of men.
But there is a gate open to the Church in this hour, a very small gate. And through this gate, only men and women who are worshippers will go. These people will lay their talents before their God. These people will say, “God, we will be Your worshippers.” Through that wide gate they will come and they will arise on the other side, not to minister unto men, but to minister unto their God.
I have brought you together this day, to make unto you a choice. You can minister unto men and I will cause you to sway the hearts of men with your talent. Or, you can go through a very small gate, that is “the eye of the needle, the gate of worship,” and while making new worshippers, you will minister unto the King of Kings and Lord of lords!”
Gabriel went to the Lord and said, “I have to talk to you. We have some Texans up here who are causing some real problems… They’re swinging on the Pearly Gates, my horn is missing, and they are wearing T-shirts instead of their robes; there’s barbecue sauce and picante sauce all over everything, especially their T-shirts;
their dogs are riding in the chariots and chasing the sheep.
They are wearing baseball caps and cowboy hats instead of their halos.
They refuse to keep the stairway to Heaven clean, and their boots are marking and scuffing up the halls of Wisdom. There are watermelon seeds and tortilla chip crumbs all over the place. Some of them are walking around with just one wing; and they insist on bringing their darn horses with them.”
The Lord said, “Texans are Texans, Gabriel. Heaven is home to all of my children. If you want to know about real problems, call the Devil.”
So Gabriel calls the Devil who answers the phone and says, “Hello — hold on a minute.”
When he returns to the phone the Devil says, “O.K., I’m back. What can I do for you?”
Gabriel replied, “I just want to know what kinds of problems you are having down there with the Texans.”
The Devil said, “Hold on again. I need to check on something.”
After about 5 minutes the Devil returned to the phone and said. “I’m back. Now what was the question?”
Gabriel said, “What kind of problems are you having down there with the Texans?”
The Devil said, “Man, I don’t believe this…hold on!!!!”
This time the Devil was gone 15 minutes and when he returns he says, “I’m sorry Gabriel — I can’t talk right now!! Red Adair has put out the fire here and now Brown & Root is installing air conditioning!!!!”
Always remember … TEXANS SURVIVE … despite the odds against us!!!
It Don’t Cost Nuthin’ to be Nice
At a Touchdown Club meeting many years before his death, Coach Paul “Bear” Bryant told the following story:
I had just been named the new head coach at Alabama and was off in my old car down in South Alabama recruiting a prospect who was supposed to have been a pretty good player and I was havin’ trouble finding the place. Getting hungry I spied an old cinder block building with a small sign out front that simply said “Restaurant.”
I pull up, go in and every head in the place turns to stare at me. Seems I’m the only white fella in the place. But the food smelled good so I skip a table and go up to a cement bar and sit. A big ole man in a tee shirt and cap comes over and says, “What do you need?” I told him I needed lunch and what did they have today? He says, “You probably won’t like it here, today we’re having chitlins, collared greens and black eyed peas with cornbread. I’ll bet you don’t even know what chi tlins (small intestines of hogs prepared as food in the deep South) are, do you?” I looked him square in the eye and said, “I’m from Arkansas, I’ve probably eaten a mile of them. Sounds like I’m in the right place.” They all smiled as he left to serve me up a big plate. When he comes back he says, “You ain’t from around here then?”
I explain I’m the new football coach up in Tuscaloosa at the University and I’m here to find whatever that boy’s name was and he says, yeah I’ve heard of him, he’s supposed to be pretty good. And he gives me directions to the school so I can meet him and his coach.
As I’m paying up to leave, I remember my manners and leave a tip, not too big to be flashy, but a good one and he told me lunch was on him, but I told him for a lunch that good, I felt I should pay.
The big man asked me if I had a photograph or something he could hang up to show I’d been there. I was so new that I didn’t have any yet. It really wasn’t that big a thing back then to be asked for, but I took a napkin and wrote his name and address on it and told him I’d get him one.
I met the kid I was lookin’ for later that afternoon and I don’t remember his name, but do remember I didn’t think much of him when I met him. I had wasted a day, or so I thought.
When I got back to Tuscaloosa late that night, I took that napkin from my shirt pocket and put it under my keys so I wouldn’t forget it. Back then I was excited that anybody would want a picture of me. The next day we found a picture and I wrote on it, “Thanks for the best lunch I’ve ever had.”
Now let’s go a whole buncha years down the road. Now we have black players at Alabama and I’m back down in that part of the country scouting an offensive lineman we sure needed. Y’all remember, (and I forget the name, but it’s not important to the story), well anyway, he’s got two friends going to Auburn and he tells me he’s got his heart set on Auburn too, so I leave empty handed and go on see some others while I’m down there.
Two days later, I’m in my office in Tuscaloosa and the phone rings and it’s this kid who just turned me down, and he says, “Coach, do you still want me at Alabama?” And I said, “Yes I sure do.” And he says OK, he’ll come. And I say, “Well son, what changed your mind?” And he said, “When my grandpa found out that I had a chance to play for you and said no, he pitched a fit and told me I wasn’t going nowhere but Alabama, and wasn’t playing for nobody but you. He thinks a lot of you and has ever since y’all met.” Well, I didn’t know his granddad from Adam’s housecat so I asked him who his granddaddy was and he said, “You probably don’t remember him, but you ate in his restaurant your first year at Alabama and you sent him a picture that he’s had hung in that place ever since. That picture’s his pride and joy and he still tells everybody about the day that Bear Bryant came in and had chitlins with him.”
“My grandpa said that when you left there, he never expected you to remember him or to send him that picture, but you kept your word to him and to Grandpa, that’s everything. He said you could teach me more than football and I had to play for a man like you, so I guess I’m going to.”
I was floored. But I learned that the lessons my mama taught me were always right. It don’t cost nuthin’ to be nice. It don’t cost nuthin’ to do the right thing most of the time, and it costs a lot to lose your good name by breakin ’ your word to someone.
When I went back to sign that boy, I looked up his Grandpa and he’s still running that place, but it looks a lot better now; and he didn’t have chitlins that day, but he had some ribs that woulda made Dreamland proud and I made sure I posed for a lot of pictures; and don’t think I didn’t leave some new ones for him, too, along with a signed football.
I made it clear to all my assistants to keep this story and these lessons in mind when they’re out on the road. If you remember anything else from me, remember this. It really doesn’t cost anything to be nice, and the rewards can be unimaginable.
~ Coach Paul “Bear” Bryant ~
Editor’s Note: Coach Bryant was in the presence of these few gentlemen for only minutes, and he defined himself for life. Regardless of our profession, we do define ourselves by how we treat others, and how we behave in the presence of others, and most of the time, we have only minutes or seconds to leave a lasting impression. We can be rude, crude, arrogant, cantankerous, or we can be nice. Nice is always a better choice. I like what Step hen Grellet, French/American religious leader (1773-1855) said, “I expect to pass through the world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness I can show to any creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer it, for I shall not pass this way again.”
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He wanted to be a Marine fighter pilot. The US was building up their
military force, but they were not at war yet and the Navy required all its
potential Navy and Marine pilots to have two years of college. So Ed started
classes at Boston College.
When Pearl Harbor was attacked the Army and the Navy both dropped the
college requirement and Ed applied to the Marines. His primary flight
training was in Dallas and then he went to Pensacola, Florida. He was
carrier qualified, which means he knew how to perform a controlled crash of
his single engine fighter, onto the rolling deck of a Navy floating runway.
It took Ed almost two years to get through all the Navy flight training.
His problem was he was a very good pilot and the Marines needed flight
He had a great command presence and public speaking ability, which landed
him in the classroom, training new baby Marine pilots. His orders to the
Pacific fleet and the chance to fly combat missions off a carrier came in
the spring of 1945, on the same day the Atomic bomb was dropped on
Of course his orders where changed. He never went to sea and he was out of
the Marines in 1946. Ed stayed in the USMC as a reserve officer. He became
a successful personality in the new TV medium, after the war. His Marine
command presence helped. He was recalled to active duty during the Korean
War. He never got to fly his fighter aircraft, but he saw his share of raw
He flew the Cessna O-1E Bird Dog, which is a single engine slow-moving
unarmed plane. He functioned as an artillery spotter for the Marine
batteries on the ground and as a forward controller for the Navy & Marine
fighter / bombers who flew in on fast moving jet engines, bombed the area
and were gone in seconds.
Captain Ed was still circling the enemy looking for more targets, all the
time taking North Korean and Chinese ground fire. He stayed with the
Marines as a reserve officer and retired in 1966 as a Colonel. The world
knows Ed as Ed McMahon of the Johnny Carson, Tonight Show.
One night I was watching the show when the subject of Colonel McMahon
earning a number of Navy Air Medals came up. Carson, a former Navy officer,
understood the significance of these medals, but McMahon shrugged it off,
saying that if you flew enough combat missions they just sort of gave them
to you. McMahon flew 85 combat missions over North Korea; he earned every
one of those Air Medals.
The casualty rate, for flying forward air controllers in Korea sometimes
exceeded 50% of a squadron’s manpower. McMahon was lucky to have gotten
home from that war. Once a Marine, always a Marine. When the public was
spitting (taking their personal safety into their own hands) at Marines on
the streets of Southern California during Vietnam, Colonel McMahon was
taking Marines off the streets and into his posh Beverley Hills home.
I spoke to a retired Marine aircrew member the day Colonel McMahon died and
he personally remembered seeing McMahon at numerous Marine Air Bases in
California in the 1960s.
He was known for going to the Navy hospitals and visiting the wounded
Marines and Sailors from this country’s conflicts, even in the last years of
his life. Colonel McMahon presented awards and decorations to fellow
Marines and attended many a Marine ceremony and the annual Marine Corps
He stayed true to his Corps as a board member of the Marine Corps
Scholarship Fund and as the honorary chairman of the National Marine Corps
Aviation Museum. After retiring from the Marine Reserve, one night on the
Johnny Carson show, members of the California Air National Guard came on
Colonel McMahon was commissioned a Brigadier General in the Air Guard in
front of millions of Americans who watched it happen live. You will not see
anything like that on TV anymore. The three core values of a United States
Marine are; honor, courage and commitment.
This is what a Marine is taught from the first day of training and this is
what that Marine believes. That was Colonel Edward P. McMahon Jr. USMCR
Retired. Before he was a national figure he was a true combat hero and a
patriot the nation needed then and this country needs now. Your war is
over. Thank you Colonel McMahon. Semper Fi sir.
Pinocchio, Snow White, and Superman are out for a stroll in town one day. As they walked, they come across a sign: “Beauty contest for the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“I am entering!” said Snow White. After half an hour she comes out and they ask her, “Well, how’d ya do?”
” First Place !” said Snow White.
They continue walking and they see a sign: “Contest for the strongest man in the world.”
“I’m entering,” says Superman. After half an hour, he returns and they ask him, “How did you make out?”
” First Place ,” answers Superman. “Did you ever doubt?”
They continue walking when they see a sign: “Contest for the person most famous for being the biggest liar in the world?” Pinocchio enters.
After half an hour he returns with tears in his eyes.
“What happened?” they asked.
“I don’t understand, who the devil is this Nancy Pelosi?” asked Pinocchio.
The prelude to the “response” below, from Colonel Bud Day, Medal of Honor [MOH] recipient – prisoner of war survivor
The prelude to the “response” below, from Colonel Bud Day, Medal of Honor [MOH] recipient – prisoner of war survivor – reads “I didn’t expect to be reminded of my treatment some 36 years ago on this holiday weekend but our politicians find it worthy to ignore what some have tried to recount to them, who have actually been there.”
I got shot down over North Vietnam in 1967..a sqadron commander.
After I returned in 1973.. I published 2 books that dealt a lot with “real torture” in Hanoi . Our make believe president is branding our country as a bunch of torturers when he has no idea what torture is.
As for me..put thru a mock execution because I would not respond…pistol whipped on the head…same event.. Couple of days later…hung by my feet all day. I escaped and got recaptured a couple of weeks later.. I got shot and recaptured. Shot was OK…what happened after was not.
They marched me to Vinh.. put me in the rope trick, trick..almost pulled my arms out of the sockets. Beat me on the head with a little wooden rod until my eyes were swelled shut, and my unshot, unbroken hand a pulp.
Next day hung me by the arms…rebroke my right wrist…wiped out the nerves in my arms that control the hands..rolled my fingers up into a ball. Only left the slightest movement of my L forefinger. So I started answering with some incredible lies.
Sent me to Hanoi strapped to a barrel of gas in the back of a truck.
Hanoi ..on my knees..rope trick again. Beaten by a big fool.
Into leg irons on a bed in Heartbreak Hotel.
Much kneeling–hands up at Zoo.
Really bad beating for refusing to condemn Lyndon Johnson.
Several more kneeling events. I could see my knee bone thru kneeling holes.
There was an escape from the annex to the Zoo. I was the Senior Officer of a large building because of escape..they started a mass torture of all commanders.
I think it was July 7, 1969..they started beating me with a car fan belt. In first 2 days I took over 300 strokes..then stopped counting because I never thought I would live thru it.
They continued day-nite torture to get me to confess to a non-existent part in the escape. This went on for at least 3 days. On my knees..fan belting.. cut open my scrotum with fan belt stroke. opened up both knee holes again. My fanny looked like hamburger..I could not lie on my back.
They tortured me into admitting that I was in on the escape..and that my 2 room-mates knew about it.
The next day I denied the lie.
They commenced torturing me again with 3- 6- or 9 strokes of the fan belt every day from about July 11 or 12rh..to 14 October 1969. I continued to refuse to lie about my room mates again.
Now, the point of this is that our make-believe president has declared to the world that we ( U.S. ) are a bunch of torturers.. Thus it will be OK to torture us next time when they catch us….because that is what the U.S. does.
Our make-believe president is a know nothing fool who thinks that pouring a little water on some one’s face, or hanging a pair of womens pants over an Arabs head is TORTURE. He is a meathead.
I just talked to MOH holder Leo Thorsness who was also in my sq in jail …. as was John McCain … and we agree that McCain does not speak for the POW group when he claims that Al Gharib was torture .. or that “water boarding” is torture.
Our president and those fools around him who keep bad mouthing our great country are a disgrace to the United States .
Please pass this info on to Sean Hannity. He is free to use it to point out the stupidity of the claims that water boarding …which has no after effect… is torture. If it got the Arab to cough up the story about how he planned the attack on the twin towers in NYC … hurrah for the guy who poured the water.
BUD DAY, MOH
George Everett “Bud” Day (born February 24, 1925) is a retired U.S. Air Force Colonel and Command Pilot who served during the Vietnam War. He is often cited as being the most decorated U.S. service member since General Douglas MacArthur, having received some seventy decorations, a majority for actions incombat. Day is a recipient of the Medal of Honor.
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On his inauguration, president Obama will be protected by secrets service, 11500 soldiers, and 4000 police officers. They have armor and automatic weapons. No one is assigned to protect my family…
This just about says it all. Now I won’t have to explain my guns and the use of them…
PEOPLE ASK WHY?
Why I Carry a Gun
My old grandpa said to me son,’ there comes a time in every man’s life
when he stops bustin’ knuckles and starts bustin’ caps and usually it’s
when he becomes too old to take an ass whoopin’. I don’t carry a gun to
kill people. I carry a gun to keep from being killed.
I don’t carry a gun to scare people. I carry a gun because sometimes this
world can be a scary place.
I don’t carry a gun because I’m paranoid. I carry a gun because there are
real threats in the world.
I don’t carry a gun because I’m evil. I carry a gun because I have lived long
enough to see the evil in the world.
I don’t carry a gun because I hate the government. I carry a gun because I
understand the limitations of government.
I don’t carry a gun because I’m angry. I carry a gun so that I don’t have to
spend the rest of my life hating myself for failing to be prepared.
I don’t carry a gun because I want to shoot someone. I carry a gun because
I want to die at a ripe old age in my bed, and not on a sidewalk somewhere
I don’t carry a gun because I’m a cowboy. I carry a gun because, when I die
and go to heaven, I want to be a cowboy.
I don’t carry a gun to make me feel like a man. I carry a gun because men know
how to take care of themselves and the ones they love.
I don’t carry a gun because I feel inadequate. I carry a gun because unarmed and
facing three armed thugs, I am inadequate.
I don’t carry a gun because I love it. I carry a gun because I love life and the people
who make it meaningful to me.
Police Protection is an oxymoron. Free citizens must protect themselves. Police do
not protect you from crime, they usually just investigate the crime after it happens
and then call someone in to clean up the mess.
Personally, I carry a gun because I’m too young to die and too old to take an
A LITTLE GUN HISTORY
In 1929, the Soviet Union established gun control. From 1929 to 1953, about 20 million dissidents, unable to defend
themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
In 1911, Turkey established gun control. From 1915 to 1917, 1.5 million Armenians, unable to defend themselves, were
rounded up and exterminated.
Germany established gun control in 1938 and from 1939 to 1945, a total of 13 million Jews and others who were unable
to defend themselves were rounded up and exterminated.
China established gun control in 1935. From 1948 to 1952, 20 million political dissidents, unable to defend themselves,
were rounded up and exterminated
Guatemala established gun control in 1964. From 1964 to 1981, 100,000 Mayan Indians, unable to defend themselves,
were rounded up and exterminated.
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Uganda established gun control in 1970. From 1971 to 1979, 300,000 Christians, unable to defend themselves, were
rounded up and exterminated.
Cambodia established gun control in 1956. From 1975 to 1977, one million educated people, unable to defend themselves,
were rounded up and exterminated.
Defenseless people rounded up and exterminated in the 20th Century because of gun control: 56 million.
It has now been 12 months since gun owners in Australia were forced by new law to surrender 640,381 personal firearms to
be destroyed by their own Government, a program costing Australia taxpayers more than $500 million dollars. The first year
results are now in:
List of 7 items:
Australia-wide, homicides are up 3.2 percent.
Australia-wide, assaults are up 8.6 percent.
Australia-wide, armed robberies are up 44 percent (yes, 44 percent)!
In the state of Victoria alone, homicides with firearms are now up 300 percent. Note that while the law-abiding citizens turned them in, the criminals did not, and criminals still possess their guns!
While figures over the previous 25 years showed a steady decrease in armed robbery with firearms, this has changed drastically upward in the past 12 months, since criminals now are guaranteed that their prey is unarmed.
There has also been a dramatic increase in break-ins and assaults of the ELDERLY. Australian politicians are at a loss to explain how public safety has decreased, after such monumental effort, and expense was expended in successfully ridding Australian society of guns. The Australian experience and the other historical facts above prove it.
You won’t see this data on the US evening news, or hear politicians disseminating this information.
Guns in the hands of honest citizens save lives and property and, yes, gun-control laws adversely affect only the law-abiding citizens.
Take note my fellow Americans, before it’s too late!
The next time someone talks in favor of gun control, please remind them of this history lesson.
With guns, we are ‘citizens’. Without them, we are ‘subjects’.
If you value your freedom, please spread this anti-gun control message to all of your friends.
The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield, and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental.
SWITZERLAND ISSUES EVERY HOUSEHOLD A GUN! SWITZERLAND’S GOVERNMENT TRAINS EVERY ADULT THEY ISSUE A RIFLE TO. SWITZERLAND HAS THE LOWEST GUN RELATED CRIME RATE OF ANY CIVILIZED COUNTRY IN THE WORLD!!!
IT’S A NO BRAINER! DON’T LET OUR GOVERNMENT WASTE MILLIONS OF OUR TAX DOLLARS IN AN EFFORT TO MAKE ALL LAW ABIDING CITIZENS AN EASY TARGET.
I’m a firm believer in the 2nd Amendment! If you are too, please forward.
Everyone keeps saying how “brilliant” he is……..
“Ne Illegitimas Carborundum”
Something to think about… no matter what party you are supporting.
545 vs 300,000,000
EVERY CITIZEN NEEDS TO READ THIS AND THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS JOURNALIST HAS SCRIPTED IN THIS MESSAGE. READ IT AND THEN REALLY THINK ABOUT OUR CURRENT POLITICAL DEBACLE.
Charley Reese has been a journalist for 49 years.
By Charlie Reese
Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.
Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?
Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?
You and I don’t propose a federal budget. The president does.
You and I don’t have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of representatives does.
You and I don’t write the tax code, Congress does.
You and I don’t set fiscal policy, Congress does.
You and I don’t control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.
One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices – 545 human beings out of 300 million – are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.
I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.
I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don’t care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash.
The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator’s responsibility to determine how he votes.
Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.
What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits. The President can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.
The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.
It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 545 people who stand convicted — by present facts — of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can’t think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.
If the tax code is unfair, it’s because they want it unfair.
If the budget is in the red, it’s because they want it in the red.
If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ, it’s because they want them in IRAQ.
If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it’s because they want it that way.
There are no insoluble government problems.
Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like “the economy,” “inflation,” or “politics” that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.
Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible.
They, and they alone, have the power.
They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.
Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees.
We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!
Charlie Reese is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.
What you do with this article now that you have read it…….. is up to you.
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The Dept Of Defense briefed the president this morning. They told OBAMA
that 2 Brazilian soldiers were killed in Iraq. To everyone’s surprise,
all the color drained from Obama’s face.
Then he collapsed onto his desk, head in his hands, visibly shaken,
almost in tears.
Finally, he composed himself and asked, “Just how many is a brazilian?”
This is especially funny since he obviously has no understanding of billion or trillion either.