Thursday, August 28, 2008
Don't Cry for me America
Folks, I honestly got Sick to my Stomach, listeniing the Democrats new sybolic Jackass, run
our country down, our President ddown and yes John McCain also. Yes, I too looked into
the eyes and saw thousand upon thousands that set their with trears in their eyes all the while
very leaders, were being denigrated by a man of no reconizable abilities other than shooting
his Mouth Off. Yes can talk most BS artist are smooth talkers -- seldom though, they have
never walked the walk.
Folks I am not hero, but I served myh country for 21 years and I don't need a know nothing
do nothing cheap shoot artists tearing this country down. This generation of People and those
of the recent past, have lived in the Greatest Country in the World, but still they do not have
the brains or the personnel self worth to realize it.
His famlies life story, is pitifl not for what he has lived through but for what he is attemp;ting
to makek much of for political gain--he does not know what it isw li9ke to be poor, yet
you would think that he is lucky just to be alive. Yes he was fathered by a Father without
guts and/or loyalty to his family. To be abandond by ones father and at an early age
is nothing that should be talked about, unless you have a devious motive. Your say American
has been a beacon of hope for the down trodden throught the world--but you want to change
it.
You say you love this country and everythig it stands for--but you want to change it.
You attack our president for standing up against a man who, gassed tjhusands of his
own peoples. But the first man to step up to the plate to stop this, you call it a needless
war. You claim you are for the hungry and the depressed, but you call this a neeless war.
you say we should have a strong military, but not use it, you say you want a strong
military but do not want to give it financial support. Sonney--you don't know what the
hell you want. I don't give a damn what you want--but I will not stand by and listen to
you verbally attack it--the very same country that you claim you love. I am almost
embrassed to speak of my life style, but I just got to give you a little idea about what
is poor and what is words of a Whiner.
Yes you and the likes of you in the Socialist Democratic Party are nothing but dam self
annotined cry babies who have been given the privilage to live a life almost unparraled
in the History of Nations. Still you cry for more and more freebies. Folks I am glad
to be, today, a Republican. You see I was a Democrat when Ddemocrats were men, men
of strength courage and self-reliance not Whiners. Phil Graham spoke the truth--the
trouble is you can't stand the truth. Your a miserable class of people--even John Kenndy
asked not to depend on your country to do for you, but do it according to your needs
and ability. Hell even Karl Marx could understand that. Now your rich beyond belief,
compared to other nation throughout the world still you cry for more and blame a good
man for not giveing you every little parcel of freebies you can get your feeble hands,
soft from not using them to wrok with.
Let me tell you just a little about my family and our life living in the years of the greath
depression: I was born one of eleven children to a mother who was diagnosed as
an epileptic, who lived to long having to bear an unbelieve life, a life of pain few could
with stand. Our family was split up when in 1936, she was hospi8talized. 1937, we
got out of the orphans hojme when my father, while visiting the hospital, found her
scrubbing the floors. So Much for government control Heatlh care. Speakin that, my
moother delivered all 11 of her children by a doctor, and at home.
In l941, on First, mercifully died at age 35. One again our family was to be broken
up never to become a family again. Yes we were a family that was but never was!
At the time of her death, we were a family of 11 children, this time, the 5 youngest
was sent to the Orpens, the 4 oldest were allowed to stay with our famiiluy. It
was shortly after this that we could not return to school, unless my father paid
the tuitions and by the books for us. Ssince my fathers check was being garnished
to pay 15 dollars for each of the 5 children in the home, he could not come up
with the money. He did not even have money to pay the rent, buy food or the other
necesesities life. As such my oldest sister wen to live with mhy aunt.
Our father and the us 3 older boys, had to move into aq small store with a cold water
sink two lights and a place for a small coal stove. Our furniture consisted of two beds.
After my oldest brother reached age l5 he forged his birth certificate and joined the
Navy-- back than if you were willing to serve, they would let you.
In the year l943, my father while working had an accident an broke several of his rips.
Me and my older brother, as a result became to sole sjupport for what was left of
our family. We did this by working in a bowling alley sitting pins. To makek more
we both jumped two allies apice making a total of 6 dollars a night.
This lasted for 2 0 3 months when we were sent to a Trainning school for boys 40
or so miles out of town. I ran away the first dayh,. got caught. Ran away a week
latter to live with my dad. One day shortly after that, I awoke to find my father with
a dirty wet towel rapped around his head. When I asked him what was wrong, he
told me to stay under the cover, because we were being gassed. Yes finallly my father
boke, but he never quite. Stood it as long as he could, but there is a braking point for
every one. As result, my borhter, who came home just before this incident, were to
live in Foster homes, I 6, he 4. In l947 he, my brother lnlisted in the Navy. I at l6
years of age quite school and in the end in the year l948, while working in a mill
with father, I felt that their must be a better life and so I Joined the Air Force at age
17. Folks I feel bad burdeninng you reading thi Psor Me crap, but after all the Democrats
crying Por Me, while having lived the life or Reilly, I just couldn't let it go--I had to Respond>
Sorry! The messenger
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