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Red Shirt Fridays Oct. 19th, 2009 @ 10:22 am
I got an e-mail from my Aunt Mary, whose son Corey just recently joined the Marines. I felt that this would be a more effective way of sharing this than forwarding it through e-mail. Here is the text:

I found a website for this as well:
http://www.redshirtfridays.org/
Red Shirt

If the red shirt thing is new to you, read below how it went for a man.
Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine
sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two
together..
After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been
invited
to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading
home.
No, he responded.
Heading out I asked?
No.  I'm escorting a soldier home.
Going to pick him up?
No. He is with me right now.  He was killed in Iraq, I'm taking him home
to his family.

The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to
the
gut.  It was an honor for him.  He told me that, although he didn't know
the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier's
family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few
days.

I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you.  Thank you
for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do...

Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the
following announcement over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor
of
having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on
this
flight.  He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family.  I
ask
that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to
allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We
will
then turn off the seat belt sign."

Without a sound, all went as requested..  I noticed the sergeant saluting
the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me
realize
that I am proud to be an American.

So here's a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you
do
so we can live the way we do.

Red Fridays.

Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday.
The
reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the "silent
majority."  We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God,
country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized,
boisterous or overbearing.

Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to
recognize
that the vast majority of Americans support our troops.  Our idea of
showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect
starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the
troops
all come home, sending a deafening message that ... Every red-blooded
American who supports our men and women a far, will wear something red.

By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every
Friday a sea of red - much like a homecoming foot ball game in the
bleachers.  If every one of us who loves this country will share this
with
acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long
before
the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once
"silent" majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than
the
media lets on.

The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things
better for you?" is "We need your support and your prayers."  Let's get
the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear
something red every Friday

I found a website for this as well:




Thanks and peace out
bd
Current Location: Chicago
Current Mood: awake

Of Balloons, Banks and booze.... Oct. 17th, 2009 @ 06:34 pm
Really? The balloon boy was a hoax? No shit. OK..let's imagine.
You've lost, say, your keys. Car keys. You look EVERYWHERE. The freezer. Twice, because you actually left them there once (true story, but that is for later..).
You tear up the house for what seems like an unreasonable amount of time. Plead with whatever deity/spouse/pet around.
"Where are the damn keys!!!"
Then when you can't find them, maybe you call around. "Did I leave them at _____? No? O.K. Thanks."
Then there they are. Behind the bed stand, where you looked 3 times, but didn't really pull it out from the wall.
What is my freakin' point? Those are keys. They lost a child.
A 6 year old child is bigger than a damn set of keys. A hell of a lot larger. And noisier too.
He was in the damn attic, hiding. If I hid from my parents due to a ridiculous stunt like this, it had better be in a non-English speaking country. One that doesn't honor extradition.
And an attic is only so big. So let's review. They lost the kid. Called in NORAD. "He's in the balloon!"
I doubt they even checked the freezer.
I went to the bank yesterday, to pull from it's steely grip a little of MY money. My bank is a big bank. Their name is something that cops do to criminals when they run.
Dogs do it to mailmen.
You get the picture.
Any way, they had a sign..a promotional ad. It was a smiling woman drinking coffee. On the ad it said, in her voice, obviously, "I opened a new account and they gave me FREE COFFEE!"
Cool. I'm sure with their billions in profits, that cup of watered down swill set them back about...ummm....4 cents. Goodie.
How about giving out loans? How about giving back some of the money you took from the tax payers? No.
Wait until she gets the fees, and penalties. Maybe a deposit clears AFTER a check and they rape her for $40.00.
Next thing you know, they'll have a picture of her...sitting on a curb dressed in rags.
"They gave me soup when I put all my money in their black hole account!"
Time for another beverage. Peace.
bd
Current Location: Chicago
Current Mood: cold
Current Music: Richard Cheese - Apirtif for Destrucion

Thoughts and random observations on a chilly Chicago day. Oct. 16th, 2009 @ 11:40 am
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Current Location: Chicago, IL
Current Music: iPod shuffle

Hello friends..and Claire... Sep. 10th, 2009 @ 07:51 pm
I'm baaaaaaack!
bd
Current Location: United States, New Orleans
Current Music: Metallica - Blackened

Aww shoot. Mar. 5th, 2009 @ 07:36 am
I found nearly a dozen spent 9mm shells in the street in front of my house this morning. I guess the loud popping noises that woke us up at 3am weren't really loud fireworks.
Not digging it. Not at all...
Claire...did you finally decide to act out your rage?
heh.
bd
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Obama has always maintained a barely left of center position in his pursuit of the presidency, but in relation to his predecessor, he seemed way way left. To the Obamabots, he was the saviour from the far left to be reflective of all the hopes and dreams they can project upon him, with little regard to reality or temperance. Once the president begins making choices (like Warren, Holder, TARP, et al...) that do not jibe with their image of them, they will begin to turn. We've seen it before. The hesitant eyes of an abuse victim, always waiting to be hurt. I've seen it up close and personal for the last 3.5 years in New Orleans. Disappointment will not be taken lightly. Too many "wrong" decisions, and they could turn, and in turn, sabotage the actual (and most likely, painfully slow) path to change. In fighting and finger-pointing and soon the jackals and damaged dogs on the right see the weak spot and pounce.
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» Terrorists murdering terrorists. (Edit)
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Four more days until the chimp in charge is out and the world can breathe a collective sigh of relief. I think that the only people who will miss the Bush mis-Admin. will be pundits, comedians and a few die-hard, clueless Repubs who still think Bush protected us from terrorism with his big ole' Cowboy swagger and steadfast ways.
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The argument is that he kept us safe. No. He failed miserably. Right at the start.
Now..haters will blame this on Clinton. Clinton destroyed the military. Clinton is the go-to bugaboo for the reality deprived right.
Check facts. Clinton had a report prepared. Bush doesn't like long reading and pushed it aside.
Clinton bombed Al-Qaida camps and nearly killed Bin Laden. Bush had him cornered and let him go.
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OK people. Great heroism..freezing water...everyone is safe..
I get it already!! Why the constant coverage of every facet of this event? Every news outlet is as fascinated by this situation like an autistic kid with a shiny toy.
Meanwhile, the Israeli military continues to murder civilians and lie about why. Meanwhile, people are dying of starvation and disease all over the world and RIGHT here at HOME. Meanwhile, criminal elements who have controlled our federal government are going to walk away unpunished, having used the Constitution like toilet paper and destroying our standing abroad.
The MSM is a complete joke. I guess real journalism is too hard and doesn't make the advertisers comfy.
pfft.
bd

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