Posted on 07/06/2006 4:13:05 AM PDT by Coop
...[m]ore recently liberal voices in the print press have been reckless both with what they did report (secret programs aimed at giving us the upper hand in our fight with those who would like to sever our head from our bodies). And what they didn't (discovery of enough WMD in Iraq to kill 8.3 million persons - like the isle of Manhattan or the entire urban metro of Chicago).
Take the New York Times for example. In their direct reporting of how we were spying on the conversations that Al Qaeda were having with sleeper cells in our nation via specific types of cell phones - guess what? Those who would behead stopped using those types of communications methods. Now we don't quite have the same advantage to knowing their whereabouts because some liberal who doesn't believe he would ever be beheaded thought he'd win a Pulitzer.
Then there's crazy Uncle Jack. Jack Murtha, "the Congressman who can't", has been propagating the theory for the last six weeks that our young marines should have allowed IED's to not only blow their fellow soldiers to smithereens in Haditha, but when they took fire they should have never fired back. See with liberals its always American citizens who should be killed not those who would behead. Now it turns out that someone let crazy Uncle Jack near the defense appropriations at the last congressional booze-fest and his anti-war views have actually possibly benefited several people who have relatives in the democratic caucus in Congress...
(Excerpt) Read more at townhall.com ...
Well then there's that. I am not touching that with a 10ft. pole. So to speak. Um. I better quit NOW! LOL
Chicken! LOL
And she is a babe, too!
; )~
Guilty as charged! He he he!!
Just received this via email:
The following story was written by Lori Kimble, a 31 year old teacher and Proud military wife. Mrs. Kimble, a California native, currently lives in Alabama..)
I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses that you find all over the country. You know the type - a bucket of peanuts on every
table, shells littering the floor, and a bunch of Perky college kids racing around with long neck beers and sizzling platters.
Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim of my glass.
My gaze lingered on a group enjoying their meal. They wore no uniform to
identify their branch of service, but they were definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut, and that "squared away" look that comes with pride.
Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat where my husband usually sat. It had only been a few months since we sat in this
very booth, talking about his upcoming deployment To the Middle East. That was when he made me promise to get a sitter for the kids, come back to this Restaurant once a month and treat myself to a nice steak. In turn he would treasure the thought of me being here, thinking about him until he returned home I fingered the little flag pin I constantly we worry and wondered where he was at this very moment. Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better? Were my letters getting through to him? As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices from the next booth broke into my thoughts.
"I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading Iraq. You'd think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes. Good lord. What an idiot! I can't believe he is even in office. You do know, He stole the election."
I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as they began an endless tirade running down our president. I thought about the last night I spent with my husband, as he prepared to deploy. He had just returned
From getting his smallpox and anthrax shots. The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his Gas mask still gives me chills.
Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts. "It is all about oil, you know. Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal all the oil they can in the name of 'freedom'. Humph! I wonder how many innocent people They'll kill without giving it a thought? It's pure greed, you know."
My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring. I could still see how handsome my husband looked in his "mess dress" the day he slipped it on my finger. I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform, affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof vest over it.
"You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just to increase the president's popularity. That's all it is, padding the military Budget at the expense of our social security and education. And, you know what else? We're just asking for another 9-ll. I can't say when it happens again that we didn't deserve it."
Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice of brave men and women who leave their homes and family to ensure our freedom? Do they even know what "freedom" is? I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw their courageous faces change. They had stopped eating and looked at each other dejectedly, listening to the women talking.
"Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq, and I am certainly sick of our tax Dollars going to train professional baby killers we call a military."
Professional baby killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children again.
That's it! Indignation rose up inside me. Normally reserved, pride in my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had. Tonight one voice will answer on behalf of our military, and let her pride in our troops be known.
Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and
placed my hands flat on their table. Lowering myself to eye level with them, smilingly said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. And, do you know why? Because my husband, whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world defending your right to say rotten things about him." "Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none of my business. However, what you say in public is something else, and I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country, MY president, MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women who put their lives on the line, just so you can have the "freedom" to complain.
Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your actions cheapen it."
I must have been louder that I meant to be, because the manager came
over to inquire if everything was all right. "Yes, thank you," I replied. Then, turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."
As I returned to my booth applause broke out. I was embarrassed for making a scene, and went back to my half eaten steak. The women picked up their check and scurried away. After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check, the manager returned with a huge apple cobbler ala mode. "Compliments of those soldiers, he said. He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my dinner, but that another couple. who was a Veteran. wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our boys" had beaten them to it, so they left. With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to the soldiers and thanked them for the cobbler. Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and surrounded the booth. "We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."
As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment, I
didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of my husband, and would keep him in their prayers. I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day.
Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to show their pride in our
country, and the military who protect her. And maybe, just maybe, the two women who were railing against our country, would pause for a minute to appreciate all the freedom America offers, and the price it pays to maintain it's freedom.
As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a difference. Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of the base where I live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign of my own. It will simply say, "Thank You!" To those who fought for our Nation: Freedom has a flavor the protected will never know. GOD BLESS AMERICA!
Liberals are cancer to our country.
Liberals are a rock salt pancake on the body politic.
"You know we can't get into confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."
I have learned that one voice CAN make a difference.
If only more people, including FReepers, would take these two statements to heart and help defend our troops and their families.
This came from my mom via a relative, and the #1 rule when I was little...upon running into a nasty person... was kill 'em with kindness. Mom's adjusted that a bit over the years ; )
Maybe it's an age thing. I don't have the time, energy or patience to waste on the nasties anymore, especially when it comes to our troops.
Thanks for the great post freema. God Bless this soldiers wife for speaking out and God Bless our troops.
Well 10 plus terms makes it fairly safe. True , it is Irey. I don't know why I wrote Stephanie. Probably because I was viewing a Monaco special and saw Stephanie who looked pretty cool if a bit spaced out. Hopefully Irey is not spaced out and will give Murtha a real run. Wonder if W will campaign in her district?
of course, and then margot kidder went nuts and ended up homeless. let's hope they all do.
I am trying to explain to the moron liberals. stop confusing them! now i have to draw them pictures, thanks a lot! :)
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It is not just the liberals. Conservatives like Buckley and Wills are so discouraged by the drawnout struggle in Iraq and Afghanistan that they have pronounced it a failure. I subscribe this --perhaps unfairly--to their desire to have the good opinion of their liberal friends and associates. But Bush shares part of the blame. Last year he abandoned hisfocus on the war for more than six months while he peddled his half-baked plan on social security reform.
Meanwhile matters drifted in Iran without a constitution and a real Iraqi government in place. Only our soldiers in Southwest Asia and their families are fully aware that a war is going on. The best testament to that effort is that they have not lost faith in it.
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