Spring time in Oklahoma, the flowers and trees are blooming. And it it tornado season. This is a few images of what I have seen the last 3 days. Yes, I did have to go to my storm shelter on Thursday. Luckily the tornado went around me.
The song is Storm In A Teacup by Fortune
Dear Muslim Terrorist Plotter/Planner/Funder/Enabler/Apologist,
You do not know me. But I am on the lookout for you. You are my enemy. And I am yours.
I am John Doe.
I am traveling on your plane. I am riding on your train. I am at your bus stop. I am on your street. I am in your subway car. I am on your lift.
I am your neighbor. I am your customer. I am your classmate. I am your boss.
I am John Doe.
I will never forget the example of the passengers of United Airlines Flight 93 who refused to sit back on 9/11 and let themselves be murdered in the name of Islam without a fight.
I will never forget the passengers and crew members who tackled al Qaeda shoe-bomber Richard Reid on American Airlines Flight 63 before he had a chance to blow up the plane over the Atlantic Ocean.
I will never forget the alertness of actor James Woods, who notified a stewardess that several Arab men sitting in his first-class cabin on an August 2001 flight were behaving strangely. The men turned out to be 9/11 hijackers on a test run.
I will act when homeland security officials ask me to “report suspicious activity.”
I will embrace my local police department’s admonition: “If you see something, say something.”
I am John Doe.
I will protest your Jew-hating, America-bashing “scholars.”
I will petition against your hate-mongering mosque leaders.
I will raise my voice against your subjugation of women and religious minorities.
I will challenge your attempts to indoctrinate my children in our schools.
I will combat your violent propaganda on the Internet.
I am John Doe.
I will support law enforcement initiatives to spy on your operatives, cut off your funding, and disrupt your murderous conspiracies.
I will oppose all attempts to undermine our borders and immigration laws.
I will resist the imposition of sharia principles and sharia law in my taxi cab, my restaurant, my community pool, the halls of Congress, our national monuments, the radio and television airwaves, and all public spaces.
I will not be censored in the name of tolerance.
I will not be cowed by your Beltway lobbying groups in moderate clothing. I will not cringe when you shriek about “profiling” or “Islamophobia.”
I will put my family’s safety above sensitivity. I will put my country above multiculturalism.
I will not submit to your will. I will not be intimidated.
I am John Doe.
This Weeks Post Was Suggested By Kathi
This Weeks Soldier Was Suggested By Jenn
My Marine friend wrote me this email last week and I wanted to share it with you. He is ex-Marine, but as all Marines know once Marine, always Marine. I have changed his name.
"Everyone gets knocked down, but the tough get up! Marines know that victory comes not from being the strongest or the fastest, but from the refusal to fail."
This attitude was how a man who was short in stature (5'6" and only a 135 pounds) was able to elevate himself from being just an ordinary kid from a small town to being a member of one of America's most elite fighting forces. This attitude allowed him wear (with great pride, I might add) the conveted Eagle, Globe and Anchor the very symbol of the United States Marine Corps. That mere boy who became a man is me. The Marines gave me a purpose, and a drive to be a better man......something that I won't soon forget.
As a former Marine, I don't need to brag about or stress the qualities needed to make a ordinary individual person a Marine, because the name speaks for itself. In this modern day military you have professionals, and then you have Marines.
'Nuff said.
This goes out to every single man or woman that bears the honor of being called a Marine. Whether you're a Veteran, or still on the clock in either the Active Duty or Reserves, you men and women out there are Marines, and you are my brothers and sisters, with whom I was proud to serve with! OO-RAH!!!
Signed,
John Doe
Corporal / USMC
An Al Qaeda terror suspect has confessed to planning the September 11th attacks on the United States. Khalid Sheikh Mohammed is also said to have admitted resoponsibility to 29 other for a number of other terror attacks carried out by al Qaeda.
Because some childish idiot that obviously has no respect for the Military that is fighting and dying for his right to sit in front of a computer and do idiot stuff like posting someone’s information on a Blog of this nature in a thread solely devoted to honoring the Military that gives him the right to be free, this Blog is now under Moderation until further notice.
You who did this, and you know who you are, how dare you do that on this Blog when you know I do not allow drama here. And how dare you disrespect the Troops like that. You are so wrapped up in childish fights from a chat room that you do not even care that there are men and women who are dying to give you the right to even sit in a chat room or make a post on a Blog. You should be ashamed of yourself! If anyone has made a mockery of our Troops dying IT IS YOU. Do not EVER try to do something like that here again.
Almost a month ago, the Wednesday Hero Blogroll received an email from a reader named Mike Gardner that contained something he had written in honor of this country's heroes. He asked that it be considered for a future post. It took almost a month, but here is his tribute.
At The Right Time, We Remember
The honor roll goes back farther than we can remember, it contains names we will never know...
I wasn't there when the American Colonial Army stood winter guard in the snows of Valley Forge wearing bloody rags for boots as they fought for my freedom.
I wasn't there in the war of 1812.
I wasn't in the trenches when the German's seared the lungs of young American men with mustard gas as they fought for my freedom in World War One.
I wasn't at Pearl Harbor when a single Japanese bomb detonated a million pounds of black powder on the Arizona and instantaneously killed over one thousand American sailors preparing to defend my freedom against the Japanese and the Nazis.
I didn't see the bullet riddled bodies of the Americans who died defending my freedom in Korea.
I only vaguely remember the nightly news clips of American soldiers as they carried out our government's orders in the jungles and swamps and tunnels of Vietnam.
I have never been with a family who lost a son or a daughter defending Kuwait, Afghanistan, or Iraq.
I wasn't there with any of them when they suffered as prisoners of war in any of these wars.
I have never been with a family whose child died in a peace time military training exercise.
Not every one of our veterans saw combat. Some were clerks, cooks, mechanics, machinists. Some served during war time, some served during peace time, some serve in peace today, ready for battle tomorrow. Today they prepare for the ongoing war against terrorists. Some gave their lives, some suffered wounds, some saw things that no human should ever have to see, and many did things that no human should ever have to do. And all gave their daily life, for a period of time, while many more gave their time to work in the industries that sustained our veterans.
Not all of those who have protected my freedom were even in the military. Some of them were the firemen, policemen, and paramedics who risked their lives each day, rushing in where most of us would never tread. Some are the doctors and nurses who treat the wounded, and go home and cry for them. Some of them were "just" passengers on commercial airline flights who, with faith in Christ, calmly chose to fight, and die if necessary, rather than let Flight 93 be used as a weapon against their country and their fellow citizens.
When I tried to join the US Air Force, my application was turned down for medical reasons.
Because others were, and will be there, I am privileged to continue to live in the greatest nation the world has ever known and to enjoy the greatest freedoms that any people have ever known.
The honor roll stretches forward to times, and places, and names we will never know...
And so I thank you, veteran, whoever you are, and wherever you are, whenever your service.
Thank you Vet. Thanks Dad. Today, I remember WHY I am free, and I thank you.
I know that when you were asked, at the right time, like Christ, you gave your life for me.
These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived
This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. If you would like to participate in honoring the brave men and women who serve this great country, you can find out how by going here.
My dogs, Brutus and Gertrude. Both were abused by their former owners. I am so glad that I adopted them. With a lot of love and care they have become great pets.
Brutus still has seizures every few months. The vet and I think it is a result of him being beaten on the head by his former owners. Brutus is the gentlest sweetest dog you will ever meet. He is also quite camera shy and will not stand to get his picture taken. I had to sneak up on him to get the pictures I got.
I got Gertrude when she was approximately 8 weeks old. She had been neglected almost the point of death. She was literally skin and bones. She had a heart murmur from the starvation. She has since grew out of that by having lots of food, love and care. Gertrude likes getting her picture taken. Sometimes I think she is Striking a Pose.
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