# Monday, December 28, 2009

Subject: FW: 12 Letter Word

 

Crossword:
What's a 12 letter word for Partisan...  Behind closed doors... Vote at 1AM?
TRANSPARENCY!

Monday, December 28, 2009 4:33:37 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Disclaimer  |  Comments [0]  | 

Subject: FW: WW II Battleship sailor tells Obama to shape up or ship out!

 

(This venerable and much honored WW II vet is well known in Hawaii for his seventy-plus years of service to patriotic organizations and causes all over the country. A humble man without a political bone in his body, he has never spoken out before about a government official, until now. He dictated this letter to a friend, signed it, and mailed it to the president.)

http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/haroldestes.asp ...................... this is authentic. 

 

Dear President Obama,      

         

My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year.  People meeting me for the first time don't believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert.

I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during, and after WW II, retiring as a Master Chief Bos'n Mate.  Now I live in a "rest home" located on the western end of Pearl Harbor , allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country.

 

One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct, even to the head man. So here goes...

 

I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do, but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish.

 

I can't figure out what country you are the president of. You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like:

             " We're no longer a Christian nation"

             " America is arrogant" (Your wife even

                 announced to the world, " America is mean-

                 spirited."  Please tell her to try preaching

                 that nonsense to 23 generations of our

                 war dead, buried all over the globe, who

                 died for no other reason than to free a

                 whole lot of strangers from tyranny and

                 hopelessness.)

I'd say shame on the both of you, but I don't think you even like America, nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do for the obvious gifts this country has given you. To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House!

 

After 9/11 you said, " America hasn't lived up to her ideals."

Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for, to win independence from the British?  

 

Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man, for which 500,000 men died in the Civil War? 

 

And I hope you didn't mean the ideal for which 470,000 fathers, brothers, husbands, and a lot of fellas I knew personally, died in

WW II, for we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around, because we stand for freedom.

 

I don't think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination. You know, the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get YOU elected.

 

Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man! Shape up and start acting like an American!  

 

If you don't, I'll do whatever I can to see that you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue .  You were elected to lead... not to bow, apologize, and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves.

 

And just who do you think you are, telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim Major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more?! You mean you don't want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts , who was putting up a fight? You didn't mind offending the police by calling them "stupid", but you don't want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are - terrorists?!?

 

One more thing.... I realize you never served in the military, and never had to defend your country with your life; but you're the Commander-in-Chief now, son... DO YOUR JOB!!  When your battle-hardened Field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete their mission, give them to him. But if you're not in this fight to win, then get out! The life of ONE American soldier is not worth the BEST political strategy you have in mind.

 

You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president. But you're not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy. That's not our greatest threat..  

 

Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now! And I sure as hell don't want to think that my PRESIDENT is the enemy, in this final battle.

 

Sincerely,

Harold B. Estes

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When a 95-year-old hero of the "Greatest Generation" stands up and speaks out like this, I think we owe it to him to send his words to as many Americans as we can. Please pass it on.

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# Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Subject: FW: Sore Throat

If your child has a sore throat the doctor might make more money by taking out his tonsils.

Sore throat.

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Subject: FW: Finally passed something

Obama: "I'm Glad to see you finally passed something."
Reid: "It was historic."

Wednesday, December 23, 2009 2:40:54 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Disclaimer  |  Comments [0]  | 

Subject: FW: Twas the Night before Obamacare

‘Twas the Night before Obamacare’
by Ralph Alter


Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the Senate
All the Dems were conniving
To defy public sentiment

The amendments were all gutted
By the scoundrels who dared
To please St. Obama
And pass Public Health Care.

The Solons worked on, away from their beds
As permanent majorities danced in their heads.
Their supporters all snug in their pointed tin caps
Roused old Leahy and Sanders from their regular naps.

Though tea-parties and bloggers aroused so much clatter
The Senators paid them no mind and no matter.
Any doubters amongst them were bribed in a flash
Of porcine amendments infusing fresh cash.

Despite Global Warming and 2 feet of new snow
And the woeful State Media’s lack of desire to know,
Harry Reid’s minions stood up to the test
And donned their political suicide vests.

The loons trudged on through the new fallen snow
To determine exactly how much lower than low
Their ratings could plunge, when what should appear
But Ben Nelson willing to end his career!

With their little old driver, so wan and enfeebled,
It had to be the Senate Majority Leader.
Slicker than weasels his minions they came
Harry coughed and he mumbled and called them by name:

“Now Schumer! Now Boxer! Now Baucus and Tester!
On Burris, on Durbin!  On Franken and Specter!
Let’s cover abortions, illegals and make
A giant bureaucracy the people’s money to take.

With arm-twisting and goodies they moved t’ward their goal
To find 60 Senators and purchase their souls.
So down to their chambers the fuglemen rallied
This white Christmas Eve to determine the tally.

And then in a hissing we heard on the floor,
More lies and dissembling than ever before,
As I pressed the remote and studied the screen
At the podium appeared Harry Reid’s pallid mien.

He sagged ‘neath the currency spilling from each
Pocket and sleeve as he reached
To dispense all the largesse in hand
To every vote-bringer from all over the land.

His eyes sunk and hollow, his furrow so creased
You couldn’t tell if he were deceased,
His yellowish teeth clenched tightly he gnashed
As he parcelled out wads of Obamacare cash.

He had a gaunt face and bend in his back
From years of portraying a partisan hack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled 60 stockings with earmarks and perks.

He slunk to the podium, to his team gave a scowl
And proceeded to reckon the tally most foul.
Jamming both middle fingers in front of his face
He let America know who won the Health Care debate.

His team slunk in servitude, resigned to their fate
Come November where elections await,
They mumbled in unison, as the tally rolled in
“Bah Humbug America! Let the Death Panels begin!”

 

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# Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Subject: FW: Obama Grinch

 

But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick.
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,
"There's some coverage here that you'll need by your side.
So I'm taking it home to Washington, my dear,
I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the child.  Then he patted her on the head.
And he got her a drink and sent her to bed.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009 6:49:59 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Disclaimer  |  Comments [0]  |