SHAME ON THE GREY LADY

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It is 7:00a.m. and 22.5 degrees outside. Patrick got up and went back to bed with Junior.

STEMS AND PIECES:

IF you ever doubted it, now you know the New York Times is totally devoid of any character, ethics or integrity. John McCain will survive this, as it will backfire on this traitorous, filthy rag. Even Yellow Journalism had an idealistic agenda, but these pukes at the Times are just slime.

Hussein O'bama's speech giving style is exactly the same as many black televangelists--and he's good at it. The problem is, he's not sincere--he's a bloody BOLSHEVIK.

Patrick is a mean little dog, who loves dog cookies and sleeping under the covers. He has to know where I am and what I'm doing every minute he's awake-even when he's mad at me. I have no idea why.

The Marines in Belgrade should have machine-gunned those drunken commie serbs.

Screw the Russians.

We like Cindy McCain and like her, love America. We detest Michelle O'Bama, and unlike her, are PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN!!

Petroleum is not dead dinosaur juice. That's just silly!

Nice job, Navy, on shooting down the satellite!!!

"Global Warming" is not caused by Human Activity, Al.

CNN sucks

Chelsea Handler is hot.

Stupid assholes voted one of our girls off Idol.

FROM THE INBOX:

White Roses

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister."

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?"

"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!"

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose."

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him..

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

The quote of the month is by Jay Leno: "With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, "Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"

For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us.... go ahead and delete this. For the rest of us.. pass this on.

Ephesians 4:26 (KJV) Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath:

GO GATORS!

WE'RE PROUD OF AMERICA, MICHELLE!!!