FREEDOM is not a Gift.
FREEDOM is a Process of Education,
Action,and at times Standing your ground.
I will try to keep you Informed
I may even Call you to Action
But only you know if Your
FREEDOM is worth the Fight!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
DON"T WORRY !!
A pastor had been on a long flight between church conferences.
The first warning of the approaching problems came when
the sign on the airplane flashed on:
Fasten Your Seat Belts.
Then, after a while, a calm voice said,
"We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are
expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."
As the pastor looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that
many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive.
Later, the voice on the intercom said,
"We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time.
The turbulence is still ahead of us."
And then the storm broke.
The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above
the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies,
and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed
around on a celestial ocean.
One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air;
the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.
The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear
of those around him. He said,
"As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the
passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying.
The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they
would make it through the storm.
Then, I suddenly saw a little girl.
Apparently the storm meant nothing to her.
She had tucked her feet beneath her as she
sat on her seat; she was reading a book and
everything within her small world was calm
and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes,
then she would read again; then she would
straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world.
When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it
lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity,
when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child
was completely composed and unafraid."
The minister could hardly believe his eyes.
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached
its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark,
our pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for
such a long time.
Having commented about the storm and the behavior of the plane,
he asked why she had not been afraid. The child replied,
"Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."
There are many kinds of storms that buffet us.
Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many
other storms can easily and quickly darken our
skies and throw our plane into apparently
uncontrollable movement.
We have all known such times, and let us be honest
and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our
feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed
about a darkened sky.
Let us remember:
Our Father is the Pilot.
Don’t worry…..
He is in control and taking us home.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
HUNDREDS STOP FLAG BURNING AT LSU
HUNDREDS of protesters stopped a far left student from
torching the US flag today at LSU.
Here, one guy shows his love of the flag in many forms.
The counter protesters were not too happy with the young leftist.
A shot of Haas when he showed up at the parade grounds…
Patriots chucked water balloons at a far left student
today at LSU before he could torch the US flag.
This is a report on the event from WAFB:
Several hundred people gathered on the LSU campus today
and effectively stopped an LSU grad student from burning an
American flag on campus.
The student announced Tuesday that he intended to burn
the flag. The announcement set off a wave of angry protests
on Facebook and talk radio stations.
As the student approached the Parade Grounds at LSU
Wednesday, students chanted “USA! USA!”. One man yelled
“My brothers died for you!”.
Several people tossed water balloons and water bottles
at the man. The graduate student was then escorted away by
LSU Police. The flag burning did not occur.
Here Is Some Video:
( WARNING!! Some student language not politically correct )
Monday, May 9, 2011
Mother’s Day Karma For Vanessa Redgrave
May 8, 2011
By Debbie Schlussel
Yes, it’s Mother’s Day, and on this Mother’s Day, it’s auspicious
that some interesting “news” about one of the West’s most evil mothers,
Vanessa Redgrave, has emerged. Redgrave, as you’ll recall, danced with
the P.L.O. in Lebanon, called Jews, “Zionist Hoodlums,” in her Academy
Awards speech, and paid hundreds of thousands of dollars in bond to
get an Al-Qaeda terrorist (whose relative founded the Muslim Brotherhood)
out of jail (after calling Guantanamo Bay a “concentration camp”). In a video,
she said she supports HAMAS and homicide bomber Marwan Barghouti.
Well, G-d works in mysterious ways. It turns out that Vanessa Redgrave
walked in on her own husband having sex with her own father, both
of whom were apparently gay.
When the couple married on April 28, 1962, not everyone was convinced that Vanessa would live happily ever after. For all their mutual passion, there was one rather worrying problem: Tony Richardson was bisexual. Until that point, in fact, many of his friends had assumed he was gay. Indeed, the joke in Hollywood, where his sexual proclivities were well known, was that he’d married the Amazonian Vanessa only because he could fit into her clothes. . . .
Brian Desmond Hurst, who directed Vanessa in Behind The Mask, told friends that she’d come home unexpectedly one afternoon with a migraine to find Richardson in bed with her father.Hilarious.
Far from cringing with shame, Michael was reported to have sat up and said: “Darling, you love him. I love him. What’s the problem?”
No wonder she likes Islamic terrorists. This is the kind of thing they do.
Wish someone had captured the look on Redgrave’s face.
Yup, karma is a bitch. But that ain’t enough karma for this evil woman,
and she’ll get hers when her life is over and she enters the gates of hell.
An Israeli cousin of mine, Manny, a documentarian and former Israeli TV
investigative journalist, secretly took footage of Redgrave dancing around
with P.L.O. terrorists in Lebanon in the late ’70s and early ’80s and showed
it to Coca-Cola, which dropped its sponsorship of one of her movies.
I wonder if the same would happen today. I doubt it.
Corporations are pandering to Muslims–and the Islamic terrorist groups
they support–like there’s not tomorrow.
Cousin Manny reminds me that Redgrave also lost her daughter,
Natasha Richardson. And, as I noted at that time, I feel sorry for
Ms. Richardson for having lost her life, but not a tear for Vanessa Redgrave,
as she had her daughter for several decades more than many Israelis who
lost their kids to the Palestinian Muslim terrorists Redgrave cheered.
They lost their children to deliberate acts of violence by Redgrave’s heroes,
not a freak skiing accident. Anyway, I laugh that Ms. Redgrave caught her
own father in bed with her husband.
So sad, too bad.
Crocodile tears for the obliging, aging hag and mistress of Islamic
terrorist mass murderers.
No Mother’s Day wishes for her, either.
Decent mothers don’t cheer on Islamic murderers.
The rest are just womb and egg donors, including Redgrave,
and they oughtta be spayed.