THIS ONE PACKS A FIRM PUNCH

Here is a woman who should run for Prime Minister!
Written by a housewife in New Brunswick, to her
local newspaper. This is one ticked off lady.

'Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't
we? Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who
brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001 and have
continually threatened to do so since?

Were people from all over the world, not brutally
murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan , across the
Potomac from the nation's capitol and in a field in
Pennsylvania ?

Did nearly three thousand men, women and children
die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or
didn't they?

And I'm supposed to care that a few Taliban
were claiming to be tortured by a justice system of the
nation they come from and are fighting against in a brutal
insurgency.

I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns
himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent
people on 9/11.

I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in
the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere
belief of which is a crime punishable by beheading in
Afghanistan .

I'll care when these thugs tell the world they
are sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg
screamed through his gurgling slashed throat.

I'll care when the cowardly so-called
'insurgents' in Afghanistan come out and fight like
men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in
mosques and behind women and children.

I'll care when the mindless zealots who blows
themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent
children within range of their suicide bombs.

I'll care when the Canadian media stops
pretending that their freedom of speech on stories is more
important than the lives of the soldiers on the ground or
their families waiting at home to hear about them when
something happens.

In the meantime, when I hear a story about a
CANADIAN soldier roughing up an Insurgent terrorist to
obtain information, know this:

I don't care.

When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head
when he is told not to move because he might be
booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank:

I don't care.

When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a
Koran and a prayer mat, and 'fed special' food that
is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy
book is being 'mishandled,' you can absolutely
believe in your heart of hearts:

I don't care.

And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes
it's spelled 'Koran' and other times
'Quran.' Well, Jimmy Crack Corn you guessed it,

I don't care!!

'Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering
if they made a difference in the world. But, the Soldiers
don't have that problem.'

I have another quote that I would like to add,
AND.......I hope you forward all this.

One last thought for the day:

Only five defining forces have ever offered to die
for you:

1. Jesus Christ

2. The Canadian Soldier.

3. The British Soldier.

4. The US Soldier, and

5. The Australian Soldier

One died for your soul, the other 4 for your
freedom.

A Silent Tear

A time to remember all those who have given the ultimate sacrifice should not just be on the 11th, but every day. Their sacrifice is well worth remembering every day. At the same time, we should also remember those who have returned, as they too have made sacrifices.

VVV

Another year Bits the dust

Wowser, another year older. Where'd did that year go to. Zip ..... gone.

The best thing about this birthday is the fact that I have spent over half my life with the little lady. Yes, the best thing to have happen to me, was her sweeping me off my feet and making me want to spend the rest of my life with her.

Looking towards another exciting, adventurous, mind boggling, love filled year with her.

Gotta Love perfection, and she is all mine.

She is the Best thing that has come into my life. I sure did strike it rich when I met her. She has been my best friend, companion, lover and mate, for over 27 years. The most important quality about her is, she has always been there for me, always.

LoveYou Dov's

Anger and Hate

I have such a termenous amount of anger and for the 1st time in my life the feeling of hate. The worst part is I don't know where to direct these feelings. I know in my heart, to what group of professionals I could/should direct these feeling towards but no one individual.

Someone is responsibile for a loss which was and still is estremely close to my heart.

It hurts like hell and I want to strike out, but don't know in which direction I should. Every fibre of my being knows this is wrong.

I thought if I could have gotten Bow Tie, I could focus on him, direct my energy on his well being and these feeling of anger and hate, would deminish. People have said this would be wrong; for time is a healer, you have to respect the departed, give time to remember, you can't replace the departed and it isn't fair to those that remain behind. They are right in each instant, I was only thinkng of myself.

I just have to find the right means of dealing with those feelings and I believe, by expressing my views, is a step in the right direction.

Now where is my fishing pole. That has to be a positive step.

Those where the Days

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN...?

All the girls had ugly gym uniforms?

It took five minutes for the TV warm up?

Nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids got home from school?

Nobody owned a purebred dog?

When a quarter was a decent allowance?

You'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?

Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?

All your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done every day and wore high heels?

You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time? And you didn't pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot?

Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box?

It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents?

They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed. . . and they did?

When a 57 Chevy was everyone's dream car...to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady?

No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked?

Lying on your back in the grass with your friends and saying things like, 'That cloud looks like a... '?

Playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?

Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?

And with all our progress, don't you just wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace? Share it with the children of today.

When being sent to the principal's office was nothingcompared to the fate that awaited the student at home?

Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.

Remember Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Laurel and Hardy, Howdy Dowdy and the Peanut Gallery, the Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows,Nellie Bell , Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk.
... as well as summers filled with bike rides, baseball games, Hula Hoops, bowling and visits to the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.

Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, 'Yeah, I remember that'?

To remember what a double dog dare is, and remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.

How many of these do you remember?

Candy cigarettes

Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside.

Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles.

Coffee shops with table side jukeboxes.

Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum.

Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers.

Newsreels before the movie.

P. F. Fliers.

Telephone numbers with a word prefix...(Raymond 4-601). Party lines.

Peashooters.

Howdy Dowdy.

Hi-Fi's & 45 RPM records.

78 RPM records!

Green Stamps.

Mimeograph paper.

The Fort Apache Play Set.

Do you remember a time when...

Decisions were made by going 'eeny-meeny-miney-moe'?

Mistake s were corrected by simply exclaiming, 'Do Over!'?

'Race issue' meant arguing about who ran the fastest?

Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening?

It wasn't odd to have two or three 'Best Friends'?

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was 'cooties'?

Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot?

Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute commercials for action figures?

'Oly-oly-oxen-free' made perfect sense?

Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team?

War was a card game?

Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?

Taking drugs meant orange - flavored chewable aspirin?

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived!!!!!!!

Dreams

Dreams, not those that happen while one sleeps but the type you think of during the day.

Maybe Dreams, isn't the write word.

Dreams, as in thinking of the future. What you would envision yourself doing.

Trying to set goals, aspirations.

Is it just a waste of time? I mean, how much of our lives, do we actually control. Do we set goals, or aspirations or Dreams that are really out of our reach. Or is it, we just don't have any control of our destiny.

Doesn't reality bit. I mean, how many times have you been at the point in life when you think your finally a step ahead. Wham, right out of the blue, something happens and your two steps behind.