PRESS ONE FOR AMERICAN
It is 6:37 a.m. and 62 degrees and Patrick, Junior, and Boarder (Day 155) are all in place. Congratulations to Misty and Kerri for their beat down of the Chicoms, repeating as Gold Medalists in Chick's Pro Beach Volleyball... Can there be a more goofy Olympic Event than Men's Synchronized Diving? Or Basketball/Soccer/Handball? Oh, wait, yeah Water Polo!
FROM THE PATRIOT POST:
Look who’s talking: “I would not have nominated, uhhh, Clarence Thomas. Uh, I don’t think that he’s—uhhh... uhhh... I—I—I—I—I—I don’t think that he was an exper... uh, a strong enough jurist or legal thinker, uh, at the time, uh, for that elevation. Setting aside the fact that I profoundly disagree with his interpretations of a lot of the Constitution.” —Barack Obama when asked by Saddleback Church pastor Rick Warren which Supreme Court Justice he would NOT have nominated
I don't want a guy for President who won't wear a flag lapel pin, whose wife is not proud of America, who wants to continue the murder of the unborn, who was raised a
muslim, who has a Kenyan name, Who has little or no experience on the National Political Scene, Who doesn't support our troops, who is a member of a Black nationalist Extremist Church, who espouses Marxist Dogma and doesn't live with a Jack Russell Terrier. I don't care what the color of his skin. What? The constant Lying About His Record? Well, that goes with the territory.Sunday, August 21, 2005
WHO KILLED JFK?
It's 4:54, dark out, 67 degrees and Patrick got up with me and then crawled into bed with Junior.
The third president I saw and the second sitting President was John F. Kennedy, several days before he was assassinated. He was making his southern tour and scheduled to speak at one of the Ball Parks in Tampa. I was a junior in high school, and a member of an outlaw group who liked to operated slightly, just slightly, outside the parameters of the High School's rules--but that's another story. We happened to be politically aware, members of the Citizens Council, but again that's another story, and fellow travelers of the John Birch Society, another story yet. We went to the Office, about five us and an entourage of ten or so hangers on, and whined and debated about wanting the afternoon off to drive to Tampa to see the President for "educational" purposes. TPTB finally relented, (After all, we had beat them at their own game on several occasions) with the proviso that we call our parents and get permission from them. So we all used the Office phone, calling time and temp, and pretending to talk to our parents. Long Story short, we saw JFK arrive in a helicopter and listened to his speech. I was, at this time already a leader in our local Youth for Goldwater organization, a year before the election of '64. This was about four days before Kennedy would be shot by Oswald & Company in Dallas.
Nobody that lived thru those days can forget where they were when they learned JFK had been shot, just as they remember what they were doing when Armstrong touched his boot on the Moon, or when they first heard about 9-11. I was in the crowded Hall at school, in between classes going to my next class, when a girl I didn't know passed me saying to me "The president's been shot". I could tell by the look in her eyes she was serious. That moment was a turning point in my life as well as the life of our nation. The age of Innocence died with those bullets in Dallas that morning.
On the blackboard in homeroom was one of the "Bon Mots" as the teacher called them, one-liners that I wrote every morning. Still up there for everyone to see were the words "What this country needs is another good ex-president". Definitely not the way I meant it. Senator Barry Goldwater's campaign was doomed from that moment, even tho we were to fight the good fight. I remember what my thoughts were when that young girl told be Kennedy was shot and they were:" If Kennedy is dead, God help us if Lyndon Johnson is President now." He was, and it would mean I would be going to Viet Nam in a few years.... So it goes. -30-
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