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Fuck Cindy Sheehan in the left ear! That fascist bitch has left her son's grave "UN-MARKED" every since she buried him. Fucking Slut!  

 

 

Hello World!

OK, this is me *Pussy Patter* getting just a little bit "Political" on you here.

 

I went blog hopping and ran across a post that caught my attention.

 

While I'm not going to name them on here, I am going to give all of you guys two very good links that I found on their blog.

 

I think that everyone in the world who has ears and can hear, and lots of deaf people too, have heard about this dingbat woman = who is going crazy somewhere over in Texas right now, and is putting on a hell of a show for the "National News Media."

 

*saluts stars and stripes* Granted, her son was killed in Iraq recently *sends deepest sympathy to both parents*.

 

Now here comes the really strange part = Her, and her husband were "Both" given a "Face To Face" meeting with the prez., and everything was cool then.

 

Now she's out there jumping up and down, bouncing all around, and shouting shit about how the prez. won't talk to her!!

 

What the fuck kind of raggedy ass bull shit is that?? She's already gotten more than most other mothers, or fathers will ever get when they loose a son or daughter in a war.

 

As you may have noticed, I have not even included her name here = that's because I concider what she is doing as being kind of on the "Treasonous" and "Seditious" side of things.

 

Besides, if you look em all up you will find that her name has been called in excess of twenty-two thousand times *22,000* in just the past couple of weeks by the so called national news media = who act as though they are invoking the name of god himself every time they say her's.

 

That shit makes me want to fucking puke, and barff all over the place.

 

So much for all of that here are those links. Please feel free to check them out, "If you want to." The first one is a really cool web site, the second one is their email address for you to write to them.

 

I read it all and then wrote and ask them to "Kick Her Ass" for me = you can write and tell them what ever you want to.

 

To read what they have to say > www.moveamericaforward.org and to email them > info@MoveAmericaForward.Org < If I did those link things right.

 

Anyway let me know your thoughts on this subject, OK?

♥ Wendy

This is what happens when accountants run the government. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I have anything against accountants. I quite like mine, he's very good but there are others . . . 

 

The US airforce has a requirement for some brand new tankers, they need them for air-to-air refuelling and also for transporting troops, both healthy and injured.

 

So the U.S. government opened up the bidding to all comers. The problem is that while Boeing put in a serious effort, Airbus won the competition! A french company is building these tankers for the U.S. airforce, what is wrong with this picture?

 

The competition should never have been opened up to foreign companies, it should have been "the U.S. government looking after U.S. interests, including industry." No, it turns out that they think they will save are dollars than the dollars the employment might have generated for their own citizens.

 

Globalisation is one thing and I'm all for it but looking after your own people is simple good manners. I'm not even American and I'm offended.

 

Well done G.W, you've scored yet another own-goal. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!!!!!
HOPE EVERYONE HAS LOTS OF FUN....UNLIKE ME...
IM SO READY TO LEAVE FOR THE AIRFORCE....
MY HOSUEHOLD IS CRAZY....IM PLANING TO GO IN 2009
WHICH IS THE YEAR I GRADUATE...I WISH I HADNT STARTED SCHOOL
LATE THO...BUT..IM BORED IN SCHOOL NOW SOOOO......
IM LEAVING SCHOOL NOW...

....AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR

 A Different Christmas Poem

 

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

 

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, completed the magic that was Chrsitmas Eve.

 

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, so I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

 

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, but I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Pherhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

 

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of hte night, a long figure stood, his face weary and tight.

 

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, standing watch over me and my wife and my child.

 

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, you should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

 

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, away from the cold and the snow blown drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light, then he sighed and said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice.  I'm here every night."

 

" It's my duty to stand at the front of hte line, that seperates you from the darkest time.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my father's before me.

My Gramp's died at 'Pearl' on a Day in December."

Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', and now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while, but my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile."

 

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue.........an American flag.

 

"I canstand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.  I can carry the weight of the weight of killing another, or lay down my life with my sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all, to ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

 

"So go back inside", he said, "Harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

 

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, give you money?"  I asked, "Or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done, for being away from your wife and your son."

 

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, to stand your own watch, no matter how long.

 

For when we come home, either standing or dead, to know you remember we fought and we bled.

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, that we mattered to you as you mattered to us.

 

 

 

 

This was passed on to me by my mother in law.  She knows my brother, who is a marine, is over in Iraq at this time and he will be away from his family and his first born son this christmas.  The first christmas that my nephew will be able to fully partake in.  All he gets from his family is emails and letters with pictures of his step kids and his boy and his neice and nephews and we all miss him dearly.  By the time he gets home his son will be almost 2 years old and his daddy will have missed 6 months of his boy's life.  Which is a long time when you have such young children or any age child for that matter!