"Miss Trailer Park U.S.A."
(We heard X42 tried to date her last time he was in town, but she turned him down.)
However, we also heard he did date the First Runner Up.
Sweetliberty, should I post her picture?
Posted on 12/13/2002 12:26:55 PM PST by Mudboy Slim
"RightWinger Uprise!!"
(To be sung to the Eagles' "Tequila Sunrise!!")
RATS're Fearin' OUR Righteous Uprise...
'Cuz Slick Willie is gonna FRY...
Clinton's MINE!!
MUD is just a hired hand,
Working on the FReeps he plans to try...
McAuliffe's MINE!!
Folks, WE're Right when WE FReep RATS' clowns...
Justice Shall Be OURS Once Slick Goes Down...
He'll Be SQUEEEEEEALIN' LOUD!!
Slick wasn't just a-nother Lib'ral,
And MUD hadta FReep RATS' Lyin' SCUM!!
Slick, say "So long!!"
Folks, it's such a wondrous feelin'...
When we get Slick Re-Impeached!!
Truth can't be spin'd!!
Take another shot of courage,
Wonder why the RightWing never sung?!
Just know that The Righteous Shall Triumph!!
Slick's Chi-Com SCUM!!
It's another RightWinger Uprise,
This whole world won't be the same...
DemonRAT Shame!!
Ooo-ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo-ooo
FReegards...MUD
LOL...MUD
(We heard X42 tried to date her last time he was in town, but she turned him down.)
However, we also heard he did date the First Runner Up.
Sweetliberty, should I post her picture?
Now please try to contain yourself, Mud!
Washington Post
> November 26, 2002
> Pg. 29
"My Heart On The Line"
> By Frank Schaeffer
"Before my son became a Marine, I never thought much about who was defending me. Now when I read of the war on terrorism or the coming conflict in Iraq, it cuts to my heart. When I see a picture of a member of our military who has been killed, I read his or her name very carefully. Sometimes I cry.
"In 1999, when the barrel-chested Marine recruiter showed up in dress blues and bedazzled my son John, I did not stand in the way. John was headstrong, and he seemed to understand these stern, clean men with straight backs and flawless uniforms. I did not. I live on the Volvo-driving, higher education-worshiping North Shore of Boston. I write novels for a living. I have never served in the military. It had been hard enough sending my two older children off to Georgetown and New York University. John's enlisting was unexpected, so deeply unsettling. I did not relish the prospect of answering the question "So where is John going to college?" from the parents who were itching to tell me all about how their son or daughter was going to Harvard. At the private high school John attended, no other students were going into the military.
"But aren't the Marines terribly Southern?" asked one perplexed mother while standing next to me at the brunch following graduation. "What a waste, he was such a good student," said another parent. One parent (a professor at a nearby and rather famous university) spoke up at a school meeting and suggested that the school should "carefully evaluate what went wrong."
"When John graduated from three months of boot camp on Parris Island, 3,000 parents and friends were on the parade deck stands. We parents and our Marines not only were of many races but also were representative of many economic classes. Many were poor. Some arrived crammed in the backs of pickups, others by bus. John told me that a lot of parents could not afford the trip. We in the audience were white and Native American. We were Hispanic, Arab and African American and Asian. We were former Marines wearing the scars of battle, or at least baseball caps emblazoned with battles' names. We were Southern whites from Nashville and skinheads from New Jersey, black kids from Cleveland wearing ghetto rags and white ex-cons with ham-hock forearms defaced by jailhouse tattoos. We would not have been mistaken for the educated and well-heeled parents gathered on the lawns of John's private school a half-year before.
"After graduation one new Marine told John, "Before I was a Marine, if I had ever seen you on my block I would've probably killed you just because you were standing there." This was a serious statement from one of John's good friends, an African American ex-gang member from Detroit who, as John said, "would die for me now, just like I'd die for him."
"My son has connected me to my country in a way that I was too selfish and insular to experience before. I feel closer to the waitress at our local diner than to some of my oldest friends. She has two sons in the Corps. They are facing the same dangers as my boy. When the guy who fixes my car asks me how John is doing, I know he means it. His younger brother is in the Navy.
"Why were I and the other parents at my son's private school so surprised by his choice? During World War II, the sons and daughters of the most powerful and educated families did their bit. If the immorality of the Vietnam War was the only reason those lucky enough to go to college dodged the draft, why did we not encourage our children to volunteer for military service once that war was done? Have we wealthy and educated Americans all become pacifists? Is the world a safe place? Or have we just gotten used to having somebody else defend us?
"What is the future of our democracy when the sons and daughters of the janitors at our elite universities are far more likely to be put in harm's way than are any of the students whose dorms their parents clean? I feel shame because it took my son's joining the Marine Corps to make me take notice of who is defending me!!!
"I feel hope because perhaps my son is part of a future "greatest generation." As the storm clouds of war gather, at least I know that I can look the men and women in uniform in the eye. My son is one of them. He is the best I have to offer. He is my heart."
Frank Schaeffer is a writer. His latest book, co-written with his son, Marine Cpl. John Schaeffer, is "Keeping Faith: A Father-Son Story About Love and the United States Marine Corps."
LOL and FReegards...MUD
Zito's the real deal, as is the A's entire rotation...just gotta git a few more bats, IMHO...MUD
BTW...I like the Diamond FReeperNight concept...please count me in and I'll bring the gizzards and tequila!!
Dude, that don't count 'cuz I only wanna hear it from the Lib'rals and you ain't no Lib'ral...MUD
MUD
Now Mud, you know this is Arkumsaw!
FReegards!
Yoiu sayin' that fer all we know that could be Slick Willie's mumma?!
Would explain a lotta things, IMHO...MUD
Out in the shiny night the rain was softly falling
Tracks that ran down the boulevard had all been washed away
Out of the silver night, the past came softly calling
And I remember the times we spent, outside the Sad Café
Oh it seemed like a holy place protected by amazing grace
We would sing right out loud those things we could not say
Thought we could change this world with words like love and freedom
And we were part of the lonely crowd outside the Sad Café
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...expecting to fly
We would meet on that beautiful shore in the sweet by and by
(acoustic solo)
Some of our dreams came true and some just passed away
And some just stayed behind inside the Sad Café
The clouds roll in
Hid that shore
Now that glory train
It don't stop here no more
Now I look at the years gone by and wonder at the powers that be
I don't know why fortune smiles on some and lets the rest go free
And baby now that time has drawn the faces I recall
But things in this life change very slowly if they ever change at all
There's no use in asking why, it just turned out that way
So meet me at midnight baby inside the Sad Café
Why don't you meet me at midnight baby inside the Sad Café
Pre...MUD
We're from the RighteousRight...RATS' Reign's finally stallin'...
Facts are not FRiends of Socialists...RATS' Lies are steeped in HATE!!
Out of the TrueBlueRight, Left's past came softly calling...
And MUD remembers the times Left spent, decidin' DemLib'rals' Fate!!
Ohhhh, it seemed like a holy place protected by RATS' HATE of Race...
Slim would sing Right out loud those things we could not say!!
MUD knows we can change this World...with words like "Love" and "FReedom!!"
And we were part of that heroic crowd who sealed the RATScum's FATE!!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...we do what is Right!!
We would meet on that beautiful shore in the sweet by and by
(acoustic solo)
Some of our dreams came true and some just passed away
And some just stayed behind inside the Sad Café
The clouds roll in
Hid that shore
Now that glory train
It don't stop here no more
Now I look at the years gone by and wonder at the powers that be
I don't know why fortune smiles on some and lets the rest go free
And baby now that time has drawn the faces I recall
But things in this life change very slowly if they ever change at all
There's no use in asking why, it just turned out that way
So meet me at midnight baby inside the Sad Café
Why don't you meet me at midnight baby inside the Sad Café
Mid...MUD
While down in Florida I was given a cassette of Rainbow Stew-Live At Anaheim Stadium.
Probably the best thing ever put out by Mr. Haggard.
FReegards...MUD
BTW...Happy Birthday, MamaMUD!!
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