Posted on 07/16/2008 7:36:24 PM PDT by MeekOneGOP
Ping to a few others here! :)
Where’s the McCain version? He too took Soros’ money.
hahaha!
Nice graphic. But I’d prefer to see the rope attached to Soros and his feet thrashing about 6 inches off the ground.
Perfection!
Really? Source please?
I'm not fond of McRINO myself.But I'll use an industrial strength clothespin for my nose,
take a shot of Jack Daniels and vote for him.I'll do that to keep the Socialist Obama away from our
White House. He would do untold damage to this country.
Yes, we will all shoot some Jack and vote. Oh well..
“Nice graphic”.
Thank you.
“But I’d prefer to see the rope attached to Soros
and his feet thrashing about 6 inches off the ground.”
LOLOL!!!
Hey, thanks so much!Feel free to use it as you wish. :)
Look at the donor’s list for McCain’s Reform Institute. Soros is listed as “in excess of $50,000.”
You’re so nice. Thank you. :)
You two are great at graphics and /sarcasm. LOL!
McCain’s contribution to the GOP:
http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll59/MeekOneGOP/JohnMcCainandtheGOP1.jpg
(Warning: Not too nice a photo)
:^D
Home on the Range
Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all the cities so bright.
The red man was pressed from this part of the West,
He’s likely no more to return
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn.
How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars,
Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours;
The curlew I love to hear scream;
And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain-tops green.
Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream;
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
Then I would not exchange my home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
KABOOOOOOOM!
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