I do not think God approves of Obuttocks.
Posted on 05/31/2010 10:56:16 AM PDT by cycle of discernment
God knows. I have faith,,,,and guns.
“Rejected!”
The Ghost Of Lincoln or the voice of God putting Zero in his place!
Mother Nature doesn’t like lying hypocrites.
Like Levin always says, everything this guy touches turns to crap...
Please do not alter article headlines.
Not for nothing...But Obama has to think “Why is this happening to me”....only because of how quickly it came.
The rain might not hurt you...but all that electronic stuff you folks are carrying...might get Rained OUT.
Rouge Bouquet
By Joyce Kilmer
1886-1918
In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet
There is a new-made grave to-day,
Built by never a spade nor pick
Yet covered with earth ten metres thick.
There lie many fighting men,
Dead in their youthful prime,
Never to laugh nor love again
Nor taste the Summertime.
For Death came flying through the air
And stopped his flight at the dugout stair,
Touched his prey and left them there,
Clay to clay.
He hid their bodies stealthily
In the soil of the land they fought to free
And fled away.
Now over the grave abrupt and clear
Three volleys ring;
And perhaps their brave young spirits hear
The bugle sing:
"Go to sleep!
Go to sleep!
Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell.
Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor,
You will not need them any more.
Danger's past;
Now at last,
Go to sleep!"
There is on earth no worthier grave
To hold the bodies of the brave
Than this place of pain and pride
Where they nobly fought and nobly died.
Never fear but in the skies
Saints and angels stand
Smiling with their holy eyes
On this new-come band.
St. Michael's sword darts through the air
And touches the aureole on his hair
As he sees them stand saluting there,
His stalwart sons;
And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill
Rejoice that in veins of warriors still
The Gael's blood runs.
And up to Heaven's doorway floats,
From the wood called Rouge Bouquet,
A delicate cloud of buglenotes
That softly say:
"Farewell!
Farewell!
Comrades true, born anew, peace to you!
Your souls shall be where the heroes are
And your memory shine like the morning-star.
Brave and dear,
Shield us here.
Farewell!"
The kicker line in the article:
“The wreath the president set up has blown over in the storm.”
Mother Nature ZOT!!
TOTUS and lightening isn’t a good combination.
Makes you think of Iowa Jima....Did he go back and try to right it??? And that’s the difference...
Somebody upstairs does not like Obotulism.
I’m thinking God is saying, “Enough is enough.”
Shouldn’t he just ordered the rain to stop??
Pray for Our Troops
I believe the Lord has spoken.
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