Thanks, Mr President!

Some interesting thoughts here .......proof that there is always a "silver lining", if you just look hard enough!! There isalways sometime to be thankful for, maybe even the "Big O".



WHY????

He destroyed the Clinton Political Machine “ Driving a stake thru the heart of Hillary's Presidential aspirations“ something no Republican was ever able to do. Remember when a Hillary Presidency scared the daylights out of you!



He killed off the Kennedy Dynasty“ No more Kennedys trolling Washington looking for booze and women wanting rides home. American women and Freedom are safer tonight!

He is destroying the Democratic Party before our eyes!

Dennis Moore had never lost a race-quit

Evan Bayh had never lost a race-quit

Byron Dorgan had never lost a race- quit

Harry Reed - GONE



These are just a handful of the Democrats that whose political careers Obama has destroyed! By the end of 2010 dozens more will be!



In December of 2008 the Democrats were on the rise. In the last two election cycles they had picked up 14 senate seats and 52 house seats. The press was touting the death of the Conservative Movement and the Republican Party.

In one year Obama put a stop to all of this and will probably give the house, if not the senate back to the Republicans.

He has completely exposed liberals and progressives for what they are. Every Generation seems to need to relearn the lesson on why they should never actually put liberals in charge. He is bringing home the lesson very well!



Liberals tax, borrow and spend- check

Liberals won't bring themselves to protect America- check

Liberals want to take over the economy - check

Liberals think they know what is best for everyone- check

Liberals aren't happy till they are running YOUR life - check



He has brought more Americans back to conservatism than anyone since
Reagan.

In One year he rejuvenated the Conservative movement and brought out to
the streets millions of Freedom Loving Americans.

Name me one other time in your life that you saw your friends and
neighbors this interested in taking back America!



In all honesty, one year ago I was more afraid than I had ever been in my life. Not of the economy, but of the direction our country was going. I thought Americans had forgotten what this country was all about. My neighbors, friends, strangers proved to me that my lack of confidence of the Greatness and Wisdom of the American people was flat out wrong.

When the American People wake up, no smooth talking teleprompter reader can fool them!

Barak Obama woke up these Great Americans



Again, I want say Thank you Barak Obama!

Ugly

Everyone in my apartment complex knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: Fighting, eating garbage and making love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye. He was also missing an ear, his left foot had been broken and healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

His tail had been lost leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray striped tabby except for sores covering his head and shoulders. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction “That is one ugly cat.”

Children were warned not to touch him, adults squirted him when he tried to come in their homes. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him he would stand getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him he would curl his lanky body around his feet in forgiveness.

When he spied children he would come running meowing and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If someone picked him up he would begin sucking on their shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with a neighbor’s huskies. They did not respond kindly and Ugly was badly mauled. I heard his screams and tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got there Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted out of shape, a tear in the white strip of fur down his front. As I picked him up to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping and feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging sucking sensation on my ear.

Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head. Then he turned his one eye towards me and I heard the sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain that ugly battle scarred cat was asking only for a little affection. Perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch, get away or struggle. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit. To love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures or talk show specials ever could and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside but I was scarred on the inside and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.

It was time to give my all to those I cared for. Many want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful. But for me I will try to always be like Ugly.

Author Unknown

5 Lessons

1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.

During my second month of college, our professor


Gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student

---

And had breezed through the questions until I read


The last one:


"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the

Cleaning woman several times. She was tall,

Dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?




I handed in my paper, leaving the last question

Blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if

The last question would count toward our quiz grade.



"Absolutely, " said the professor. "In your careers,


You will meet many people. All are significant.. They

Deserve your attention and care, even if all you do

Is smile and say "hello."



I've never forgotten that lesson.. I also learned her


Name was Dorothy .


2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain



One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American


Woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway

Trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had

Broken down and she desperately needed a ride.

Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.


A young white man stopped to help her, generally

Unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man

Took her to safety, helped her get assistance and

Put her into a taxicab.



She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his


Address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a

Knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a

Giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A

Special note was attached.




It read:

"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway

The other night. The rain drenched not only my

Clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.

Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying


Husband's' bedside just before he passed away... God

Bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving

Others."



Sincerely,

Mrs. Nat King Cole.



3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those


Who serve.


In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,


A 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and

Sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in

Front of him.



"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.




The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and

Studied the coins in it.



"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.



By now more people were waiting for a table and the


Waitress was growing impatient.



"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.



The little boy again counted his coins.



"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.




The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on

The table and walked away The boy finished the ice

Cream, paid the cashier and left.. When the waitress

Came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the


Table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,

Were two nickels and five pennies..



You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had

To have enough left to leave her a tip.



4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.



In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a


Roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if

Anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the

King's' wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by

And simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the


King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did

Anything about getting the stone out of the way.



Then a peasant came along carrying a load of

Vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the


peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the

stone to the side of the road. After much pushing

and straining, he finally succeeded. After the

peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed


a purse lying in the road where the boulder had

been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note

from the King indicating that the gold was for the

person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The


peasant learned what many of us never understand!



Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve

our condition.



5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...



Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a


hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who

was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only

chance of recovery appeared to be a blood

transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had


miraculously survived the same disease and had

developed the antibodies needed to combat the

illness. The doctor explained the situation to her

little brother, and asked the little boy if he would


be willing to give his blood to his sister.



I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a

deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save

her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed


next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing

the color returning to her cheek. Then his face

grew pale and his smile faded.



He looked up at the doctor and asked with a

trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".




Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the

doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his

sister all of his blood in order to save her.

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1940’s, 50’s, 60‚ and 70’s!!

No matter what our kids and the new generation think about us,
WE ARE AWESOME!!!! OUR LIFE IS LIVING PROOF!!!!

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1940’s, 50’s, 60‚ and 70’s!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints.
We had no need for childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars without car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.
Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.
We could drive bikes without helmets.
We ate cupcakes made with Lard, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank FLAV-OR- AID made with real white sugar. And, we weren’t overweight. WHY?
Because we were always outside playing….that’s why!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on..
No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were OKAY.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem
We did not have Play stations, Nintendo’s and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms.
We would play in the streets, with balls, ropes; we crayon painted games on the road way and cars would slow down
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping pong paddles, or just a bare hand and no one would call child services to report abuse.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors in history.
The past 40 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. What can kids today do besides push buttons?
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
The guys respected girls and walked them home.
We had vinyl records with music and beautifully designed sleeves that were pieces of art.

If YOU are one of us, CONGRATULATIONS!
and you might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before Wall Street and the government took all of our money and regulated so much of our lives for “our own good”.
And while you are at it, have your kids read it, so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.

NIGHTMARE!!!

The Nightmare!

In the nightmare I found myself nude in bed, and I was looking at a mirror on the ceiling, and I discovered that I am a Negro and I'm circumcised!

Quickly I sat up, found my pants and looked in the pockets to find my driver's license photo and it was that same color. Black.

I felt myself being very depressed, downcast, sitting in a chair. But it's a wheelchair!! That means, of course, besides being black and Jewish, I'm also disabled!!!

I said to myself, aloud 'This is impossible.

It's impossible that I should be black and Jewish and disabled.'

'It's the pure and holy truth', whispers someone from behind me.

I turn around, and it's my boyfriend. Just what I needed!!!

I am a homosexual, and on top of that with a Mexican boyfriend..

Oh, my God..... black, Jewish, disabled, gay, with a Mexican boyfriend, drug addict, and HIV-positive!!!

Desperate, I begin to shout, cry, pull my hair, and Oh, noooooo...I'm bald!!!

The telephone rings. It's my brother.

He is saying, 'Since mom and dad died the only thing you do is hang out, take drugs, and laze around all day doing nothing. Get a job you worthless piece of crap... Any job.'

Mom?... Dad?... Nooooooooo... Now I'm also an unemployed orphan!

I try to explain to my brother how hard it is to find a job when you are black, Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend, are a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, and an orphan.

But he doesn't get it. Frustrated, I hang up. It's then I realize I only have one hand!!!

With tears in my eyes I go to the window to look out. I see I live in a shanty-town full of cardboard and tin houses! There is trash everywhere.

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain near my pacemaker.... Pacemaker?

Besides being black, Jewish, disabled, a fairy with a Mexican boyfriend, a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed, an invalid with one hand, and having a bad heart, I live in a crappy neighborhood.

At that very moment my boyfriend approaches and says to me, 'Sweetie pie, my love, my little black heart throb, have you decided what you are going to wear to Washington to see Obama?

Say it isn't so!!!

I can handle being a black,

disabled,

one armed,

drug addicted,

Jewish homosexual on a pacemaker who is HIV positive,

bald,

orphaned,

unemployed,

lives in a slum,

and has a Mexican boyfriend,

but please,

oh dear God,

please don't tell me

I'm a Democrat!

Washington Post's Mensa Invitational

Here is the Washington Post's Mensa Invitational which once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting or changing one letter and supply a new
definition:

And the winners are ..........

1. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.

2. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.

3. Intaxicaton: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

4. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

5. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stop bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

6. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

7. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

8. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

9. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

11. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

13. Glibido: All talk and no action.

14. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

15. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

17. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.

The Washington Post has also published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words:

And the winners are......

1. Coffee (n.): The person upon whom one coughs.

2. Flabbergasted (adj.): Appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained.

3. Abdicate (v.): To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

4. Esplanade (v.): To attempt an explanation while drunk.

5. Willy-nilly (adj.): Impotent.

6. Negligent (adj.): Absentmindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.

7. Lymph (v.): To walk with a lisp...

8. Gargoyle (n.): Olive-flavored mouthwash.

9. Flatulence (n.): Emergency vehicle that picks up someone who has been run over by a steamroller.

10. Balderdash (n.): A rapidly receding hairline.

11. Testicle (n.): A humorous question on an exam.

12. Rectitude (n.): The formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.

13. Pokemon (n.): A Rastafarian proctologist.

14. Oyster (n.): A person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.

15. Frisbeetarianism (n.): The belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.

16. Circumvent (n.): An opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.

Scott Brown's potential impact in the House

God and Dog