Posted on 12/03/2001 1:46:05 AM PST by Mudboy Slim
"Here Was A Man"
(To be spoken--Johnny Cash-like--over a lonely keyboard version of "Joy to the World")
"Here was a man...a man who was born in a small village, the son of a peasant woman. He grew up in another small village. Until He reached the age of thirty, He worked as a carpenter; then, for three years, He was a travelling minister. But He never travelled more than two hundred miles from where He was born, and where He did go, He usually walked. He never held political office, He never wrote a book, He never bought a home, He never had a family, He never went to college, and He never set foot inside a big city, yet...here was a man.
Here was a man...though He never did one of those things that you usually associate with greatness, He had no credentials but Himself. He had nothing to do with this World, except through the Divine Purpose that brought Him to this World.
While He was still a young man, the Tide of Popular Opinion turned against Him. Most of His FRiends ran away...one of them denied Him, one of them betrayed Him and turned Him over to his Enemies. Then, He went through the mockery of a Trial and was nailed to a Roman Cross between two thieves. And even while He was dying, His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had in this World, and that was His robe, His Purple Robe. When He was dead, He was taken down from the cross and laid in a borrowed grave, provided by a compassionate FRiend.
More than Nineteen Centuries have come and gone, and today He's the Centerpiece of the Human Race, Our Leader, and the Column to Human Destiny. And I think I'm well within the mark when I say that All of the Armies that Ever Marched, All of the Navies that Ever Sailed, All of the Legislative Bodies that Ever Sat, and All of the Kings that Ever Reigned...All of Them Put Together have not affected the Life of Man on this Earth so Powerfully as that One Solitary Life...
Here was a man."
This is a small, but true story to give you an idea of the kind of man and the kind of woman we have in the White House right now. As you may know, the President and Mrs. Bush visited the Washington Burn Center on Friday 14 September. Among those they visited was Lt. Col. Brian Birdwell, who was badly burned in the Pentagon attack.
Mrs.Bush went into Brian's room, spoke to him for about a minute, all the time as if they had been life-long acquaintances. She then turned to Brian's wife, Mel, who at this time had been at the hospital for probably 2 1/2 days, and apparently, according to Mel herself, was dirty, grimy and had blood on her shirt. As if Mel were one of her closest family members. Mrs. Bush then told Brian and Mel that there was "someone" there to see him. The President then walked in, stood by Brian's bedside, asked Brian how he was doing, told him that he was very proud of them both and that they were his heroes.
The President then saluted Brian. Now, at this point in time, Brian is bandaged up pretty well. His hands are burned very badly as well as the back of him from the head down. His movements were very restricted. Upon seeing the President saluting him, Brian began to slowly return the salute, taking, from the accounts so far, about 15-20 seconds to get his hand up to his head. During all of this, 15-20 seconds, President Bush never moved, never dropped his salute. The President dropped his salute only when Brian was finished with his, and then gave Mel a huge hug for what also probably seemed like an eternity.
No further comments. Pray for our leadership. Thank God for what we are, have, and will be.
As a note to those of you who might not be familiar with military protocol, the subordinate normally initiates a salute and will hold it until the superior officer returns the salute. In the above incident, President Bush acted in the role of the subordinate to show his respect and high regard for the injured man."
FReegards...MUD
TREASON is a Capital Crime...MUD
...& after several generations PAID dearly for means by-which we could assure our security.
But HUG for you MUD !!!!!!
Freedom
Our forefathers knew so well
that slavery is a living hell
so they set out to be free
to make this a land of liberty
It took awhile to get it right
did it cause the North and South to fight?
even then we were not all free
on that we can all agree
We were warned to be vigilant and wise
for enemies will come in disguise
our freedom their lives have bought
beware! beware! of alien thought
We were fortunate to have such men
as Franklin, Henry and Jefferson
Washington, Lincoln, John Hancock
those of Boston at the dock
Ah, liberty! What a delicious word
they pursuit was superb
their honor was not for sale
proof of that was Nathan Hale
There were others who guided our way
against those "who are beasts of prey”
never before in the history of man
were all men free in a single land
Copyright(c)1999 By John J. Lindsay. All Rights Reserved
October 5, 1980
WOW...fer an Ol' Fart, yer really a wise man, my FRiend...MUD
Did I ever tell you that my beautiful wife and I were wed at St. John's Episcopal Church, just feet from where Patrick Henry gave his glorious "Give Me Liberty or Give Me DEATH!!" speech?! You talk about some inexplicable emotions encountered by a 30-year-old who really, REALLY enjoyed his 20's...LOL!!! But we lived happily ever after anyway. Good thing both my Ol' Man/Best Man and my Father-in-Law can both probably still kick my butt!!
You and me gotta break bread sometime, my FRiend...MUD
Alright, my fellow confederate, tell me again why I'm not s'posed to like Ol' Abe...
FReegards...MUD
Heh heh heh...The Return of Attila the Bun!!!
Y'all ol' folks be careful tonite, ya'heeyah?!
FReegards...MUD
Ain't gonna happen, my FRiends, the Missuz pulled rank on me. However, if you bump me to a photo thread, I'll let a few folks in on it!!
Until next time...MUD
BTW...my wife doesn't like all you FReepers. End of story. She just thinks y'all are weird to care this much about this Country..."yeah, we all care, but do you have to talk to a bunch of people-you've-never-met about it incessantly?!...and DAMMIT, MUD, WHEN YOU EAT CYBER-FOOD, THAT IS NOT A GOOD EXCUSE NOT TO SIT DOWN AT THE TABLE FER A BALANCED MEAL!!!
So I says, "But honey, you've never met these fine people...I have."
And her response was, "Well, if they're hangin' out with you, I know there's somethin' wrong with them!!"
ROFLMAO...well, of course, I had no valid comeback for that, so I slithered off to the MudCave and contemplated my retort. We must FReep my wife and then she'll love you guys!! I just know she will.
Ain't gonna happen, my FRiends, the Missuz pulled rank on me. However, if you bump me to a photo thread, I'll let a few folks in on it!!
Until next time...MUD
BTW...my wife doesn't like all you FReepers. End of story. She just thinks y'all are weird to care this much about this Country..."yeah, we all care, but do you have to talk to a bunch of people-you've-never-met about it incessantly?!...and DAMMIT, MUD, WHEN YOU EAT CYBER-FOOD, THAT IS NOT A GOOD EXCUSE NOT TO SIT DOWN AT THE TABLE FER A BALANCED MEAL!!!
So I says, "But honey, you've never met these fine people...I have."
And her response was, "Well, if they're hangin' out with you, I know there's somethin' wrong with them!!"
ROFLMAO...well, of course, I had no valid comeback for that, so I slithered off to the MudCave and contemplated my retort. We must FReep my wife and then she'll love you guys!! I just know she will.
Here's the third poem on the Book of Revelation which begins at chapter 8:
The Seven Trumpets
After the seals were broken
Angels heard these words spoken
seven trumpets are to sound
continuing terror to the earthbound
But, before this was to be
fire is cast upon land and see
voices that are frightening
along with thunder and lightning
followed by an earthquake
one third of the world will shake
When the trumpets sound their fury
there will be no escape, no jury
to offer a reprieve
too late to believe
The First Trumpet
Then did the first trumpet sound
fire and hail mingled with blood
a third part of earth was bound
in devastation, worse than the flood
The Second Trumpet
A mountain burning with fire
was cast into a third of the sea
creatures were caught in the mire
from which they could not flee
trapped and destroyed
even ships which were deployed
The Third Trumpet
A great star fell from heaven
onto another third part of the sea
bringing a bitter menace
causing men to decease
Wormwood was its name
no man knew from whence it came
The Fourth Trumpet
The fourth Angel blew his sound
crying, woe to the earthbound
a third of the stars, moon and sun
will have inhabitants on the run
for the Power is not yet unleashed
beginning with locusts at their feast
thus it is written
the earth will be smitten
there will be no night or day
The Fifth Trumpet
Another star fell to the ground
as the fifth Angel made his sound
and loosed the great river
continuing the wrath of the Law Giver
The Sixth Trumpet
But, those who did not die
pursued their deceitful lies
repenting not their evil ways
were yet to see more terrible days
The Seventh Trumpet
Great voices in Heaven cried out
the evil one are driven out!
earth's kingdoms are ruled by Yahweh
and His Son
the twenty four bow in worship
of the Holy One
Copyright(c)1999 By John J. Lindsay. All Rights Reserved
February 19,1997
Ev'ryone considered Slick the Coward of the Country.
He'd never stood one single time to prove them FReepers wrong.
His mama named him Billie, most folks just called Slick "Yella!!"
But something always told me they were reading Billie wrong.
Slick was only ten years old when his daddy whupped his mama.
Bill looked on laughin' 'cause he hated all women.
I still recall the final words Slick's mama said to Mudboy:
"MUD, my life is over, but yers shall smite my son!!"
Promise me, MUD, not to do the things I've done.
Fend away all trouble, if you can.
It won't mean you're meek if you turn the other cheek.
I hope you're old enough to understand:
Slim, Slick YOU'll have to fight to be The Man."
This Country's for ev'ryone...and Mudboy loves this Country.
When we're armed, we shouldn't have to prove who's more the man.
One day while MUD was workin'...that Clinton boy KILLED CHILDREN!!
Slick took turns at ladies....There was Scores of THEM!!!
Mudboy opened up his eyes and saw his Country reelin'.
The spunked dress, the Clinton spooks were more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace and took down grand-daddy's picture.
As his tears fell on grandpappy's face, MUD heard these words again:
"Promise me, MUD, not to do the things I've done.
Counteract Left's trouble when you can.
Folks don't pay fer "MEEK"...Make DemLeftists Turn Their Cheeks!!
I hope you're old enough to be a man...
MUD, you best learn to fight if yer a man."
The SlickButtBoys just laughed at MUD when he walked into the barroom.
Whorealdo got up and met Slim halfway 'cross the floor.
When Mudboy turned around they said, "Hey look! Ol' Mudboy's FReepin'."
But you coulda heard a pin drop when Mudboy stopped and whupped DemWhores!!!
Forty years of Stalin was bottled up inside'em.
We wasn't holdin' nothin' back; we had ourselves a ball.
When Mudboy left the barroom not a Clinton 'Ho was standin'.
MUD said, "This one's fer [Linda/Chandra/Waco/Allah/Mena/Foster/Ron Brown/Chelsea/Algore/JimRob/Limbaugh/Ronnie]," as he watched each Lib'ral fall.
And I heard him say,
"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek,
Good Papa, I sure hope you understand:
Hell, Yeah!! I'm gonna fight 'cuz I'm a man!!"
Ev'ryone considered Slick the Coward of the Country.
FReegards...MUD
BTW...all humility aside, I'm just showin' off now!!
Seriously, man, the same $#!+ happened to me when I brought the Lord into my life as the Central Figure and Guiding Light...that is sooooooo weird!!
FReegards...MUD
That reminds me, I must now FReep "The Twelve Days of Christmas" into "The Twelve Days of Justice"...will you assist me?! It shan't take long, and I shall do all the legwork.
This could be fun...MUD
...Even when the Enemy is now Within...
...And always has been.
On the first day of Justice...
My true love gave to me:
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Justice...
My true love gave to me:
Two turtle doves...etc.
On the third day of Justice...
My true love gave to me:
Three french hens...etc.
On the forth day of Justice...
My true love gave to me:
Four calling birds...etc.
On the fifth day of Justice...
Good Dubyuh gave to me:
Five golden rings...etc.
On the sixth day of Justice...
My true love gave to me:
Six geese a-laying...etc.
On the seventh day of Justice...
My true love gave to me:
Seven swans a-swimming...etc.
On the eight day of Justice...
My true love gave to me:
Eight maids a-milking...etc.
On the ninth day of Justice...
My true love gave to me:
Nine ladies dancing...etc.
On the tenth day of Justice...
John Ashcroft gave to me:
Ten lords a-leaping...etc.
On the eleventh day of Justice...
My true love gave to me:
'Leven pipers piping...etc.
On the Twelfth day of Justice...
My true love gave to me:
Twelve drummers drumming...etc.
Alright now, folks, don't be shy...give me yer suggestions and I'll input the good ones and pretend I like the rest, but by noon tomorrow, I want a new song!!!!
FReegards...MUD
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