I reckon I agree with GuyK and you can just call me a BAD AMERICAN!

I Am Your Worst Nightmare. I am a BAD American.

I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some mid level governmental functionary, be it Democratic or Republican!

I believe that owning a gun doesnÂ’t make you a killer, I believe it makes you a smart American. ( Unless you own a gun and are afraid to use it.)

I believe that being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to anything.

I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, do it in English.

I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to.

My heroes are John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and whoever canceled Jerry Springer.

I donÂ’t hate the rich. I donÂ’t pity the poor.

I know wrestling is fake and I donÂ’t waste my time watching or arguing about it.

IÂ’ve never owned a slave, or was a slave, and I WILL NOT pay reparations for something that I didnÂ’t do.

I havenÂ’t burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you! So, shut up already.

This is AMERICA, I believe if you donÂ’t like the way things are here, go back to where you came from and change your own country!

I want to know which church it is exactly, where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches, where he gets his money, and why he is always part of the problem and not the solution. Can I get an AMEN on that one?

I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry ass if youÂ’re running from them, because if youÂ’re not guilty, WHY are you running?

I also think the cops have the right to pull you over if youÂ’re breaking the law, regardless of what color you are, thatÂ’s the job weÂ’re paying them to do.

And, no, I donÂ’t mind having my face shown on my drivers license. I think itÂ’s good, it lets you know itÂ’s really me.

IÂ’m proud that the word Â’GodÂ’ is written on my money.

I believe that if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I donÂ’t want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation in the world for the next four years.

I dislike those people standing in the intersections trying to sell me stuff or trying to guilt me into making ‘donations’ to their cause.

I believe that it doesnÂ’t take a village to raise a child, it takes two parents.

I believe ‘illegal’ is illegal no matter what the law makers think.

I believe the American flag should be the only one allowed to fly over American soil! If you want to fly the flag of YOUR nation at the top of a flag pole, by all means, do so, IN YOUR OWN NATION! And if the American flag is NOT your flag, then this is NOT your nation

If this makes me a BAD American or causes you to classify me as a racist, then yes, IÂ’m a BAD American and a racist.

If youÂ’re a BAD American, if you share the same feelings and beliefs that I do, please, copy and post this on your web site for everyone to see.

We want our country back! GOD BLESS AMERICA!

AMEN.

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I've always been attracted to Celtic music, and Heather Alexander is one of the best in both the traditional songs, and in writing her own original songs such as this one, The March of Cambreadth:

Axes flash, broadswords swing
Shining armorsÂ’ piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield
Fight those bastards ‘til they yield
Midnight mare, blood red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die?
Follow orders as youÂ’re told
Make their yellow blood run cold
Fight until you die or drop
A force like ours is hard to stop
Close your mind to stress and pain
Fight ‘til you’re no longer sane
Let not one damn cur pass by
How many of them can we make die?
Guard your women and children well
Send these bastards back to Hell
WeÂ’ll teach them the ways of war
And they wonÂ’t come here anymore
Use your shield and use your head
Fight ‘til everyone is dead
Raise the flag up to the sky
How many of them can we make die?
Dawn has broke, the time has come
Move your feet to the marching drum
WeÂ’ll win the war and pay the toll
Fight as one in heart and soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die?
Axes flash, broadswords swing
Shining armorsÂ’ piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield
Fight those bastards ‘til they yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die?
How many of them can we make die?
How many of them can we make die?

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I want to post every day, I really do, but it seems that the mother board of the computer has contracted altzheimers and just can't keep up with the program.

Nothing more frustrating to be waiting for a page to come up...and wait ....and wait...... and then have "cannot find server" pop up like a smart ass in your face remark.

I would comment on some news of the day, but I can't reach any, so I'm reduced to this inane bitching. I watched part of the Republican debate the other night and was highly impressed with Fred's performance; especially when he slammed Huckabee...Huckabee just showed what an ignoramus he truly is;and the rest of the field just went through the same old same old BS we've come o expect from Politicos. I truly fear that the time to lock and load is drawing ever closer, and more inevitable than ever.

On a personal note, I found out yesterday that even the group that touts itself as buying houses in any condition wouldn't touch my hovel on any basis except an extremly low short sale, so it seems that I'm going to have to take the hit on my credit and try to go that route; it's marginally better than an outright foreclosure, but I have no choice. I simply can't afford to keep bleeding half my limited resources every month on a house that is uninhabitable. I would try to rehab the joint, but I think it would only be putting good money in a sink hole, and Beth still wouldn't want to live there anyway, even IF it was totally redone...women are funny that way. It would always be MamaMontez's house, no matter what was done to it. Oh well, shit happens, and I've rolled with the punches before, just gotta do so again, and I'm lucky just to have someone that truly cares for me like Beth does. It's a rare thing and I don't care about the rest as long as she's there to help me face whatever comes next.

To my shame, I took love like that for granted before; I won't make that same mistake again. Same with any of you that read here with any frequency; I truly am grateful for each and every one of you. I thank you from the bottom of my little black heart.

I'll be back the next time the computer behaves as it should, hopefully less maudelin and more on topic with whats going on in the bigger world.

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Too Bad that old "Blood and Guts" ISN'T involved in the military today....this is probably pretty close to what he would say if he was alive today....

Here is a clear reiteration of the "Patton Doctrine"...too bad we don't have the guts in modern America to enact it....

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