Lord's Prayer

By a 15-year-old school kid who got an A+ for this entry
(TOTALLY AWESOME)!  
The Lord's Prayer is not allowed in most  
U.S. Public schools any more.  
A kid in MINNESOTA, wrote the following

NEW School Prayer:-
 
Now I sit me down in school 
Where praying is against the rule  
For this great nation under God  
Finds mention of Him very odd.  
 
If scripture now the class recites,  
It violates the Bill of Rights.  
And anytime my head I bow  
Becomes a Federal matter now.  

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,  
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene..  
The law is specific, the law is precise.  
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.  
 
For praying in a public hall  
Might offend someone with no faith at all..  
In silence alone we must meditate,  
God's name is prohibited by the State..

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks, 
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks...  
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.  
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
 
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,  
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.  
It's 'inappropriate' to teach right from wrong,  
We're taught that such 'judgments' do not belong..  

We can get our condoms and birth controls,  
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles...  
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,  
No word of God must reach this crowd.  

It's scary here I must confess,  
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.  
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:  
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
                                                   Amen

REGGIE THE BLACK LAB
 
They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie,
as I looked at him lying in his pen.
The shelter was clean, no-kill,
and the people really friendly.
 
I'd only been in the area for six months, but
everywhere I went in the small college town, people
were welcoming and open. Everyone waves
when you pass them on the street.
 
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle
in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt.
Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen
Reggie's advertisement on the local news. The shelter
said they had received numerous calls right after,
but they said the people who had come down
to see him just didn't look like "Lab people,"
whatever that meant. They must've thought I did.
 
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me
in giving me Reggie and his things, which consistedof a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were
brand new tennis balls, his dishes and
a sealed letter from his previous owner.
 
See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off when we got home.
We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter
told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.
 
I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten
about that. "Okay, Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see
if your previous owner has any advice."
 
To Whomever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this,
a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by
Reggie's new owner. I'm not even happy writing it.
He knew something was different.
 
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes
that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier.
Sometimes I think he's part squirrel, the way he hoards them.
He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't matter where you throw them, he'll bound after them, so be careful.  Don't do it by any roads.
 
Next, commands. Reggie knows the
obvious ones ---"sit," "stay," "come," "heel."
He knows hand signals, too: He knows "ball"
and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like
nobody's business.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular
store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He's up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet.
Good luck getting him in the car. I don't know how he
knows when it's time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. It's only been Reggie and
me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere with me,
so please include him on your daily car rides if you can.
He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn't bark
or complain. He just loves to be around people,
and me most especially.
 
And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you...His name's not Reggie. He's a smart dog, he'll get used to it and will
respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn't bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this ...well it means that his new owner should know his real name.
 
His real name is "Tank." Because, that is what I drive.
I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander.
You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could've left Tank with ... and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter ...in the "event" ... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption.
Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he'd do it personally. And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word.  Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me.
If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that's enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and
give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.
Thank you,
Paul Mallory
_____________________
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies.  Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
 
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
"Hey, Tank," I said quietly.
The dog's head whipped up, his ears
cocked and his eyes bright.
 "C'mere boy."
 
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor.  He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months. "Tank," I whispered.  His tail swished.
 
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.
 
"It's me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me."
Tank reached up and licked my cheek.
 
"So whatdaya say we play some ball?"
His ears perked again.
 
"Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?"
 
Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room.  And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
 
If you can read this without getting a lump in your
throat or a tear in your eye, you just ain't right.
 
BILLY TYLER

A very interesting read, a Marine's View of what is really going on.  This young man is articulate and has a flare for colorful language, and descriptive prose,  Scorpions, Chiggers and Sand Fleas.  A must read for every American citizen, and those elsewhere also.
 
From a Recon Marine in Afghanistan: From the Sand Pit
 
It's freezing here.  I'm sitting on hard cold dirt between rocks and shrubs at the base of the Hindu Kush Mountains, along the Dar'yoi Pamir River, watching a hole that leads to a tunnel that leads to a cave.  Stake out, my friend, and no pizza delivery for thousands of miles.
 
I also glance at the area around my ass every ten to fifteen seconds to avoid another scorpion sting.  I've actually given up battling the chiggers and sand fleas, but the scorpions give a jolt like a cattle prod.  Hurts like a bastard.  The antidote tastes like transmission fluid, but God bless the Marine Corps for the five vials of it in my pack.  The one truth the Taliban cannot escape is that, believe it or not, they are human beings, which means they have to eat food and drink water.  That requires couriers and that's where an old bounty hunter like me comes in handy.
 
I track the couriers, locate the tunnel entrances and storage facilities, type the info into the hand held, and shoot the coordinates up to the satellite link that tells the air commanders where to drop the hardware.  We bash some heads for a while, and then I track and record the new movement.  It's all about intelligence.  We haven't even brought in the snipers yet.  These scurrying rats have no idea what they're in for.  We are but days away from cutting off supply lines and allowing the eradication to begin.  But you know me; I'm a romantic.  I've said it before and I'll say it again: This country blows, man.  It's not even a country.  There are no roads, there's no infrastructure, there's no government.
 
This is an inhospitable, rock-pit shit-hole ruled by eleventh century warring tribes.  There are no jobs here like we know jobs.  Afghanistan offers only two ways for a man to support his family, join the opium trade or join the army.  That's it.  Those are your options.  Oh, I forgot, you can also live in a refugee camp and eat plum-sweetened, crushed beetle paste and squirt mud like a goose with stomach flu, if that's your idea of a party.  But the smell alone of those 'tent cities of the walking dead' is enough to hurl you into the poppy fields to cheerfully scrape bulbs for eighteen hours a day.
 
I've been living with these Tajiks and Uzbeks, and Turkmen and even a couple of Pashtu's, for over a month-and-a-half now, and this much I can say for sure: These guys, are Huns, actual, living Huns.  They LIVE to fight.  It's what they do.  It's ALL they do.  They have no respect for anything; not for themselves, their families, or for each other.  They claw at one another as a way of life.  They play polo with dead calves and force their five-year-old sons into human cockfights to defend the family honor.  Just Huns, roaming packs of savage, heartless beasts who feed on each other's barbarism.  Cavemen with AK-47's.  Then again, maybe I'm just a cranky young bastard.
 
I'm freezing my ass off on this stupid hill because my lap warmer is running out of juice, and I can't recharge it until the sun comes up in a few hours.  Oh yeah!  You like to write letters, right?  Do me a favor, Bizarre.  Write a letter to CNN and tell Wolf and Anderson and that awful, sneering, pompous Aaron Brown to stop calling the Taliban "smart".  They are not smart.  I suggest CNN invest in a dictionary because the word they are looking for is "cunning".  The Taliban are cunning, like jackals, hyenas, and wolverines.  They are sneaky and ruthless, and when confronted, they are cowardly.  They are hateful, malevolent parasites who create nothing and destroy everything else.
 
Smart?  Bullshit!  Yeah, they're real smart,  Most can’t read, but they've spent their entire lives listening to Imams telling them about only one book (and not a very good one, as books go).  They consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be products of the devil.  They're still trying to figuring out how to work a Bic lighter.  Talking to a Taliban warrior about improving his quality of life is like trying to teach an ape how to hold a pen.   Eventually he just gets frustrated and sticks you in the eye with it.
 
K, enough.  Snuffle will be up soon, so I have to get back to my hole.  Covering my tracks in the snow takes a lot of practice, but I'm good at it.
 
Please, I tell you and my fellow Americans to turn off the TV sets and move on with your lives.  The story line you are getting from CNN and other news agencies is utter bullshit and designed not to deliver truth but rather to keep you glued to the screen so you will watch the next commercial.  We've got this one under control.  The worst thing you guys can do right now is sit around analyzing what we're doing over here.  You have no idea what we're doing, and you really don't want to know.  We are your military, and we are only doing what you sent us here to do.
 
From a Jack Recon Marine in Afghanistan, Semper Fi.
 
"Freedom is not free, but the U.S. Marine Corps is paying most of your share".
 
Send this to YOUR FRIENDS so that people there will really know what is going on over here.
 
God Bless America.

Melania Trump (.pdf)

NYT: Clinton Admitted She 'Stepped In It' With 'Deplorables' Remark - NewsMax.Com

Harry Reid rips Donald Trump for unleashing ‘tide of hate’ - Yahoo! News

Trump Should Act on His Agenda on Day One - NewMax.Com

WikiLeaks Released This Shocking Statement About The U.S. Election - AmericanPatriotDaily.Com

Without Electoral College, we'd live in real-life 'Hunger Games' - ChicagoTribune.Com

Everything is about to change.
Daniel Greenfield

This wasn’t an election. It was a revolution.

It’s midnight in America. The day before fifty million Americans got up and stood in front of the great iron wheel that had been grinding them down. They stood there even though the media told them it was useless. They took their stand even while all the chattering classes laughed and taunted them.

They were fathers who couldn’t feed their families anymore. They were mothers who couldn’t afford health care. They were workers whose jobs had been sold off to foreign countries. They were sons who didn’t see a future for themselves. They were daughters afraid of being murdered by the “unaccompanied minors” flooding into their towns. They took a deep breath and they stood.

They held up their hands and the great iron wheel stopped.

The Great Blue Wall crumbled. The impossible states fell one by one. Ohio. Wisconsin. Pennsylvania. Iowa. The white working class that had been overlooked and trampled on for so long got to its feet. It rose up against its oppressors and the rest of the nation, from coast to coast, rose up with it.

They fought back against their jobs being shipped overseas while their towns filled with migrants that got everything while they got nothing. They fought back against a system in which they could go to jail for a trifle while the elites could violate the law and still stroll through a presidential election. They fought back against being told that they had to watch what they say. They fought back against being held in contempt because they wanted to work for a living and take care of their families.

They fought and they won.

This wasn’t a vote. It was an uprising. Like the ordinary men chipping away at the Berlin Wall, they tore down an unnatural thing that had towered over them. And as they watched it fall, they marveled at how weak and fragile it had always been. And how much stronger they were than they had ever known.

Who were these people? They were leftovers and flyover country. They didn’t have bachelor degrees and had never set foot in a Starbucks. They were the white working class. They didn’t talk right or think right. They had the wrong ideas, the wrong clothes and the ridiculous idea that they still mattered.

They were wrong about everything. Illegal immigration? Everyone knew it was here to stay. Black Lives Matter? The new civil rights movement. Manufacturing? As dead as the dodo. Banning Muslims? What kind of bigot even thinks that way? Love wins. Marriage loses. The future belongs to the urban metrosexual and his dot com, not the guy who used to have a good job before it went to China or Mexico.

They couldn’t change anything. A thousand politicians and pundits had talked of getting them to adapt to the inevitable future. Instead they got in their pickup trucks and drove out to vote.

And they changed everything.

Barack Hussein Obama boasted that he had changed America. A billion regulations, a million immigrants, a hundred thousand lies and it was no longer your America. It was his.

He was JFK and FDR rolled into one. He told us that his version of history was right and inevitable.

And they voted and left him in the dust. They walked past him and they didn’t listen. He had come to campaign to where they still cling to their guns and their bibles. He came to plead for his legacy.

And America said, “No.”

Fifty millions Americans repudiated him. They repudiated the Obamas and the Clintons. They ignored the celebrities. They paid no attention to the media. They voted because they believed in the impossible. And their dedication made the impossible happen.

Americans were told that walls couldn’t be built and factories couldn’t be opened. That treaties couldn’t be unsigned and wars couldn’t be won. It was impossible to ban Muslim terrorists from coming to America or to deport the illegal aliens turning towns and cities into gangland territories.

It was all impossible. And fifty million Americans did the impossible. They turned the world upside down.

It’s midnight in America. CNN is weeping. MSNBC is wailing. ABC calls it a tantrum. NBC damns it. It wasn’t supposed to happen. The same machine that crushed the American people for two straight terms, the mass of government, corporations and non-profits that ran the country, was set to win.

Instead the people stood in front of the machine. They blocked it with their bodies. They went to vote even though the polls told them it was useless. They mailed in their absentee ballots even while Hillary Clinton was planning her fireworks victory celebration. They looked at the empty factories and barren farms. They drove through the early cold. They waited in line. They came home to their children to tell them that they had done their best for their future. They bet on America. And they won.

They won improbably. And they won amazingly.

They were tired of ObamaCare. They were tired of unemployment. They were tired of being lied to. They were tired of watching their sons come back in coffins to protect some Muslim country. They were tired of being called racists and homophobes. They were tired of seeing their America disappear.

And they stood up and fought back. This was their last hope. Their last chance to be heard.

Watch this video. See ten ways John Oliver destroyed Donald Trump. Here’s three ways Samantha Bee broke the internet by taunting Trump supporters. These three minutes of Stephen Colbert talking about how stupid Trump is owns the internet. Watch Madonna curse out Trump supporters. Watch Katy Perry. Watch Miley Cyrus. Watch Robert Downey Jr. Watch Beyonce campaign with Hillary. Watch. Click.

Watch fifty million Americans take back their country.

The media had the election wrong all along. This wasn’t about personalities. It was about the impersonal. It was about fifty million people whose names no one except a server will ever know fighting back. It was about the homeless woman guarding Trump’s star. It was about the lost Democrats searching for someone to represent them in Ohio and Pennsylvania. It was about the union men who nodded along when the organizers told them how to vote, but who refused to sell out their futures.

No one will ever interview all those men and women. We will never see all their faces. But they are us and we are them. They came to the aid of a nation in peril. They did what real Americans have always done. They did the impossible.

America is a nation of impossibilities. We exist because our forefathers did not take no for an answer. Not from kings or tyrants. Not from the elites who told them that it couldn’t be done.

The day when we stop being able to pull of the impossible is the day that America will cease to exist.

Today is not that day. Today fifty million Americans did the impossible.

Midnight has passed. A new day has come. And everything is about to change.

Social Media Helped Americans Elect President Trump - American Center for Democracy

Why the Establishment Was Wrong - GingrichProductions.Com

1/2 boy 1/2 man

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father ' s, but he has never collected unemployment either.

He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
 
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
 
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
 
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
 
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
 
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
 
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
 
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
 
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
 
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.

He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.
 
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.
 
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to' square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.
 
Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except
Our friendship and understanding.
 
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
 
And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . ...
 
A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.
 
Prayer wheel for our military.... Please don't break it Please send this on after a short prayer.
 
Prayer Wheel
 
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.
 
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.'
 
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan , sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq , Afghanistan and all foreign countries.
 
There is nothing attached....
 
This can be very powerful..
 
Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
 
-- What you are will show in what you do.-- Thomas A. Edison

A Catholic priest put an aborted fetus on the altar in an appeal for Donald Trump - WashingtonPost.Com

Franklin Graham: Clean Out The Swamp, Fix The Nation, Continue To Pray - WesternJournalism.Com

New Social Security Checks!

THIS IS WORTH THE FEW MINUTES IT TAKES TO READ AND DIGEST!

F.Y.I.  By changing the name of SSC contributions it gives them a means to refute this program in the future.  Its free money for the government to spend under this guise.  It is really sad to think that most people will just roll over and accept this as if there is nothing that can be done, but maybe there is if we make a little noise about our displeasure with what they have done to today’s retirees.

Subject: New SS Checks

The Social Security check is now (or soon will be) referred to as a *Federal Benefit Payment*? I'll be part of the one percent to forward this. I am forwarding it because it touches a nerve in me, and I hope it will in you.

The government is now referring to our Social Security checks as a "Federal Benefit Payment."  This isn't a benefit.  It is our money paid out of our earned income!  Not only did we all contribute to Social Security but our employers did too.  It totaled 15% of our income before taxes.

If you averaged $30K per year over your working life, that's close to $180,000 invested in Social Security.

If you calculate the future value of your monthly investment in social security ($375/month, including both you and your employers contributions) at a meager 1% interest rate compounded monthly, after 40 years of working you'd have more than $1.3+ million dollars saved!

This is your personal investment. Upon retirement, if you took out only 3% per year, you'd receive $39,318 per year, or $3,277 per month.

That's almost three times more than today's average Social Security benefit of $1,230 per month, according to the Social Security Administration. (Google it it’s a fact).

And your retirement fund would last more than 33 years (until you're 98 if you retire at age 65)! I can only imagine how much better most average-income people could live in retirement if our government had just invested our money in low-risk interest-earning accounts.  Instead, the folks in Washington pulled off a bigger *Ponzi scheme* than Bernie Madoff ever did.

They took our money and used it elsewhere. They forgot (oh yes, they knew) that it was OUR money they were taking.  They didn't have a referendum to ask us if we wanted to lend the money to them.  And they didn't pay interest on the debt they assumed. And recently they've told us that the money won't support us for very much longer.  (Isn't it funny that they NEVER say this about welfare payments?)

But is it our fault they misused our investments?  And now, to add insult to injury, they're calling it a *benefit*, as if we never worked to earn every penny of it.

Just because they borrowed the money, doesn't mean that our investments were a charity!

Let's take a stand. We have earned our right to Social Security and Medicare. Demand that our legislators bring some sense into our government.

Find a way to keep Social Security and Medicare going for the sake of that 92% of our population who need it.

Then call it what it is:  Our Earned Retirement Income.

----

Snopes says it's mostly false, and that it first appeared in 2013.  Truthorfiction says it's investigating.

My personal opinion is that it's true--the payroll tax, consisting of 15.3% of employee and self-employed income, is a legal ponzi scheme.  It uses present contributions of tax on income up to $118,000.00 (presently, and NOT full income paid), to pay for folks who have reached retirement age, Medicare, and the disabled.  **These payments FAR exceed any payments to foreign governments--which, by the way, buy influence for the US around the globe--because the federal budget calls for about 30% spending on social security, Medicare, and the disabled, if not more.  Payments to foreign governments are about 1% of the budget, I think.

Yes, Congress failed to put these funds into a true "trust fund", but the reason Social Security is nearly insolvent is pure demographics--there are more baby boomers that there are workers paying into the fund.  That will change, though, when the millennials are all fully employed, because that group is even larger than the baby boomers, who will have died off by then.  Social Security will be completely solvent at that time--of course, all the "sky-is-falling" types fail to realize this fact.

If enough voters want to privatize Social Security, Congress will do it.  That issue has been around for decades, though, and Social Security is still here.

Historical information that the Lame Stream Media is trying to hide to this day.

The King called on the royal weather forecaster and inquired as to the weather forecast for the next few hours.

The weatherman assured him that there was no chance of rain in the coming days. So the king went fishing with his wife, the queen. On the way he met a farmer on his donkey.  Upon seeing the king the farmer said, "Your Majesty, you should return to the palace! In just a short time I expect a huge amount of rain to fall in this area".

The king was polite and considerate, so he replied:

"I hold the palace meteorologist in high regard. He is an extensively educated and experienced professional.  And besides, I pay him very high wages. He gave me a very different forecast. I trust him."  And the king continued on his way.

However, a short time later a torrential rain fell from the sky. The King and Queen were totally soaked and their entourage chuckled upon seeing them in such a shameful condition.

Furious, the King returned to the palace and gave the order to fire the professional.  Then he summoned the farmer and offered him the prestigious and high paying role of royal forecaster.

The farmer said, "Your Majesty, I do not know anything about forecasting. I obtain my information from my donkey. If I see my donkey's ears drooping, it means with certainty that it will rain."

So the king instead hired the donkey. And thus began the practice of hiring dumb asses to work in the government and occupy its highest and most influential positions.

The practice is unbroken to this date, and the symbol of the Democrat Party was born!

Unless you are willing to be as unreasonable and as brutal, as your enemy, do not engage him in a conflict -- because he will win.  This old leatherneck says it better.
 
Quote from a WWII veteran overhearing someone say that "You can't bomb an ideology.":

"The hell you can't, because we did it. These Muslims are no different than the [Imperial] Japanese.
 
The Japs had their suicide bombers too. And we stopped them. What it takes is the resolve and will to use a level of brutality and violence that your generations can't stomach.
 
And until you can, this shit won't stop. It took us on the beaches with bullets, clearing out caves with flame throwers, and men like LeMay burning down their cities, killing people by the tens of thousands. And then it took 2 atom bombs on top of it.  Plus we had to bomb the shit out of German cities to get them to quit fighting.
 
But, if that was what it took to win, we were willing to do it. Until you are willing to do the same...well I hope you enjoy this shit, because it ain't going to stop!"
 
Back then, we had leadership, resolve, resources and determination.
 
Today we're afraid to hurt people's feelings....and worry about which bathroom to pee in!!!

Obama’s ‘hope and change’ has given us ‘fear and loathing’ - NYPost.Com

A Woman's Answer

Someone asked a woman how she could vote for Trump, a “misogynist, a racist and a bigot”.

SHE ANSWERED!!

Because I used my head to research and find out what candidates are
really like, not what the media wants me to think of them.

Because Donald Trump has more women in executive and managerial
positions than any comparable company, which tells me he is not a
misogynist.

Because he pays these women the same or more than their male
counterparts, which tells me he looks for capacity and skills in
people, not color, gender or race.

Because he fought the West Palm Beach City Council to be able to open
his newly purchased club, so he could include blacks and Jews as
members, who had been banned until then. This tells me he is not a
racist.
Because he has raised wonderful children who have turned out to be
outstanding, hard working and compassionate adults. He must be doing
something right.

Because his economic plans makes sense, are conservative in nature,
and I vote based on what is best for my family, my friends and my
country.

Because everybody, the left and the right are afraid of him, the media
is trying to destroy his image, and even foreign governments are
voicing their opinions, so he must be doing something right. Clean
house maybe?

Because I want a Supreme Court that will uphold the Constitution, not
behave as minions of the administration.  I have had enough with
judges who are more like political activists than law enforcers.
Because I fear for my family’s safety if the current trend of not
confronting blatant terrorism continues – which is a threat to our way
of life.

Because I am fed up with the rampant corruption of this
administration.  Accountability in government is paramount, and as
this administration has demonstrated, it is a foreign concept to them.
Because I am fed up with the political correctness gone wild, and
because Trump is not afraid to say what everybody thinks but does not
dare to say. A thug is a thug, regardless of color, and that's it.
Because it is about time someone puts America's interests ahead of
other countries.

Because I know he recognizes and embraces America's exceptionalism,
and will not tour the World apologizing for who we are. That tells me
he is a patriot.

Because, unlike HRC, he has actually held a job, worked hard and
achieved success and employees tens of thousands of people.
And last, but not least, Because I am way more offended by what Hillary has done...

...than by what Trump says!!!

Clinton's charity confirms Qatar's $1 million gift while she was at State Dept - Yahoo! News

Boston ‘shadow donor’ scandal casts shadows on Democrats nationwide - NYPost.Com

Bigger than Hillary Clinton: The Establishment Cesspool of Dishonesty and Corruption - GingrichProductions.Com

Believe it: Cubs win first World Series since 1908 in epic Game 7 - Yahoo! Sports

Report: FBI says no direct ties between Russia, Donald Trump's campaign - CBSNews.Com

Drought-buster: Theo Epstein leads Cubs, Red Sox to titles - TheDay.Com

Pope says he believes ban on female priests is forever - Yahoo! News

Full Translation: Pope’s In-Flight Press Conference on Return From Sweden - Zenit.Org

Points to Ponder

I expect we have all seen this previously but I enjoyed it a second time and hope you do too.

Too bad most politicians can’t remember Churchill’s and Shaw’s words

Intelligent proverbs from men of history

In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a
shame, two is a law firm and
three or more is a government.
 John Adams

If you don't read the newspaper you are uninformed, if you do read the
newspaper you are misinformed.
(how true is that!!!)
  Mark Twain

Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of
government.  But then I repeat myself.
  Mark Twain

I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is
like a man standing in a bucket
and trying to lift himself up by the handle.
   Winston Churchill

A government which robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the
support of Paul.
  George Bernard Shaw

Foreign aid might be defined as a transfer of money from poor people
in rich countries to rich people in poor countries.
  Douglas Casey, Classmate of Bill Clinton at Georgetown University

Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car
keys to teenage boys.
    P.J. O'Rourke, Civil Libertarian

Government is the great fiction, through which everybody endeavors to
live at the expense of everybody else.
     Frederic Bastiat, French economist (1801-1850)

I don't make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts.
     Will Rogers

If you think health care is expensive now, wait until you see what it
costs when it's free!
      P.J. O'Rourke

In general, the art of government consists of taking as much money as
possible from one party of the citizens to give to the other.
     Voltaire (1764)

Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn't mean
politics won't take an interest in you!
     Pericles (430 B.C.)

No man's life, liberty, or property is safe while the legislature is in session.
     Mark Twain (1866)

Talk is cheap...except when government does it.
     Anonymous

The government is like a baby's alimentary canal, with a happy
appetite at one end and no responsibility at the other.
     Ronald Reagan

The only difference between a tax man and a taxidermist is that the
taxidermist leaves the skin.
     Mark Twain

What this country needs are more unemployed politicians.
     Edward Langley, Artist (1928-1995)

A government big enough to give you everything you want, is strong
enough to take everything you have.
     Thomas Jefferson

We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office.
      Aesop

Trump Does The Unthinkable

Liz Crokin is an award-winning author, a seasoned journalist and an
advocate for sex crime  victims.  Be sure to read below
what she wrote......
Trump Does The Unthinkable – written by Liz Crokin
 
As an entertainment journalist, I’ve had the opportunity to cover Trump for over a decade, and in  all my years covering him I’ve never heard anything negative about the man  until he announced he was running for president.

Keep> in mind, I got paid a lot of money to dig up dirt on celebrities like Trump for a living so a  scandalous story on the famous billionaire could’ve potentially sold a lot of   magazines and would’ve been a “Huge” feather in my  cap.

Instead, I found that he  doesn’t drink alcohol or do drugs, he’s a hardworking businessman and totally devoted to his beloved wife and children. On top of that, he’s one of the most  generous celebrities in the world with a heart filled with more gold than his   $100 million New York penthouse.

In 2004, the first season of “The Apprentice” aired and at that time I worked as an entertainment  columnist for the “RedEye Edition of the Chicago Tribune” and as a freelancer for “Us Weekly”.

I had a gut feeling that Chicago contestant, Bill Rancic, was going to win the reality show. So I   contacted him and covered the hit show the entire season.

I managed to score  an invite to New York for the show’s grand finale and after-party.  This is where I first met Trump and got to ask him a few questions. That year, Rancic did win “The  Apprentice”. I attended “The Apprentice” finale the next two years in a  row.

Between that and the frequent visits Trump and his family  made to Chicago during the construction of their Trump International Hotel  & Tower,..... I got a chance to meet most of his family too and I’ve had   nothing but positive experiences with them.

Since the media   has failed so miserably at reporting the truth about Trump, I decided to put   together some of the acts of kindness he’s committed over three decades which   has gone virtually unnoticed or fallen on deaf ears.

In 1986, Trump prevented the foreclosure of Annabell Hill’s family farm after her husband committed suicide. Trump personally phoned down to the auction to stop  the sale of her home and offered the widow money. Trump decided to take action after he saw Hill’s pleas for help in news reports.

In 1988, a  commercial airline refused to fly Andrew Ten, a sick Orthodox Jewish child with a rare illness, across the country to get medical care because he had to travel with an elaborate life-support system. His grief stricken parents contacted Trump for help and he didn’t hesitate to send his own plane to take the child from Los Angeles to New York so he could get his treatment.

In 1991, 200 Marines who served in Operation Desert Storm spent time at Camp Lejeune in North Carolina before they were scheduled to return home to their families. However, the Marines were told that a mistake had been made and an aircraft would not be able to take them home on their scheduled departure date. When Trump got wind of this, he sent his plane to make two trips from North Carolina to Miami to safely return the Gulf War Marines to their loved ones.

In 1995, a motorist stopped to help Trump after the limo he was traveling in got a flat tire. Trump asked the Good Samaritan how he could repay him for his help. All the man asked for was a bouquet of flowers for his wife. A few weeks later Trump sent the flowers  with a note that read: “We’ve paid off your mortgage.”

In 1996, Trump filed a lawsuit against the city of PalmBeach, Florida accusing the town of discriminating against his Mar-a-Lago resort club because it allowed Jews and blacks. Abraham Foxman, who was the Anti-Defamation League Director at the time, said Trump “put the light on Palm Beach – not on the   beauty and the glitter, but on its seamier side of discrimination.”

Foxman also noted that Trump’s charge had a trickle-down effect because other clubs followed his lead and began admitting Jews and blacks

In 2000, Maury Povich featured a little girl  named Megan who struggled with Brittle Bone Disease on his show and Trump happened to be watching.  Trump said the little girl’s story and positive attitude touched his heart.  So he contacted Maury and gifted the little girl and her family with a very generous check.

In 2008, after Jennifer Hudson’s family members were tragically murdered in Chicago, Trump put the Oscar-winning actress and her family up at his Windy City hotel for free. In addition to that, Trump’s security took extra measures to ensure Hudson and her family members were safe during such a difficult time.

In 2013, New York bus driver Darnell Barton spotted a woman close to the edge of a bridge staring at traffic below as he drove by. He stopped the bus, got out and put his arm around the woman and saved her life by convincing her to not jump. When Trump heard about this story, he sent the hero bus driver a check simply because he believed his good deed deserved to be rewarded.

In 2014, Trump  gave $25,000 to Sgt. Andrew Tamoressi after he spent seven months in a Mexican jail for accidentally crossing the US-Mexico border. President  Barack Obama couldn’t even be bothered to make one phone call to assist with  the United States Marine’s release; however, Trump opened his pocketbook to  help this serviceman get back on his feet.

In 2016, Melissa  Consin Young attended a Trump rally and tearfully thanked Trump for changing her life. She said she proudly stood on stage with Trump as Miss Wisconsin USA  in 2005. However, years later she found herself struggling with an incurable  illness and during her darkest days she explained that she received a   handwritten letter from Trump telling her she’s the “bravest woman, I know.” She said the opportunities that she got from Trump and his organizations ultimately provided her Mexican-American son with a full-ride to  college.

Lynne Patton, a black female executive for the Trump  Organization, released a statement in 2016 defending her boss against accusations that he’s a racist and a bigot. She tearfully revealed how she’s struggled with substance abuse and addiction for years.  Instead of kicking her to the curb, she said the Trump Organization and his entire family loyally  stood by her through “immensely difficult times.”

Trump’s  kindness knows no bounds and his generosity has and continues to touch the   lives of people from every sex, race and religion. When Trump sees someone in  need, he wants to help.

Two decades ago, Oprah asked Trump in a TV interview if he’d run for president. He said: “If it got so bad, I would   never want to rule it out totally, because I really am tired of seeing what’s  happening with this country.”

That day has come. Trump sees that America is in need and he wants to help – how unthinkable!