THE Conservative Thread: Country First!

[djm99]

Well, the media and Democrats have been trying to forget 9/11 for the last 7 years.......to their detriment.

Were only Republicans killed and/or hurt on 9/11? What a silly comment to write.

 

[Tink & Goofy]

Were only Republicans killed and/or hurt on 9/11? What a silly comment to write.

No offense meant, but that makes no sense. No one here said anything of the sort.

 

[Mr Man]

Were only Republicans killed and/or hurt on 9/11? What a silly comment to write.

No, not silly and my comment has absolutely nothing to do with 9/11 the day....... that one day, we were all Americans.

It is what happened AFTER 9/11 where the Democrats have lost ground.....and a large part of my respect for them......

Have a nice day,

 

[*disgal*]

Well, the media and Democrats have been trying to forget 9/11 for the last 7 years.......to their detriment.

Me and mine will never forget.

Our 9/11 remembrances here in Houston have been curtailed due to the impending arrival of Ike. But, this does not mean it is any less important to us.

Keep your thoughts and prayers centered on those in the storm surge area and those displaced by it. I think this storm is going to hit us hard in Houston Metro. We have been working the last 24hrs continuous with friends, neighbors & local first providers up here on the North side to make sure we know who is staying and who needs help. My 4-Wheeler is gassed up, chainsaw is ready, generator ready & beer will be going on ice at 6pm (cognac is contingency). We got all the Cub Scouts together last night and traded addresses and such.

We are ready for this storm.

While our power is out, could somebody please tell the National Media that Texans are not "fleeing" this storm. Texans don't "flee" anything. We are simply moving to more defensible ground. We will be back.

That's right! REMEMBER THE ALAMO!!

Mr. Man........to all of you, be careful and know you are in our prayers.

transparent.....that is so neat about your son...I'd be "busting my buttons" proud.

Thank you all for sharing your memories with me. You got me all choked up but I think it's good to remember every now and then, even though it's painful. It's dangerous when we forget.

Comments on recent happenings..........

the Dem. senator from S.C..........thanks for helping our side even more with that "her only qualification is that she didn't have an abortion" comment. I didn't think you all could do more, but bless your heart, you did. Much appreciated.

Dem's comparing Obama to Jesus and Palin to Pontius Pilate............wow, I guess he really is Obamessiah! Again, I didn't think you guys could unite conservatives even more, but you keep on going. You are truly working much too hard but if it's ok with you........we don't mind if you keep going.

On the radio today...................man called in. Said he's been a democrat for 22 years. He said he has had it with what they are doing to this poor woman. He can't believe his party is doing this. He will be voting for McCain.

Heard this on Rush today............some journalist in Canada writing about how Palin's decision to keep her Down's syndrome baby might have a detrimental effect on women in Canada who might not abort their DS baby who might not have the ability to care or have the support system for a DS child. (I'm paraphrasing, but it's close)

Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh...........what?? That's sick! I don't even know what to say to that, it's so offensive.

But despite the ridiculous news of the day, I am going to rise above it and say that I am proud to be an American!

God Bless America and those who defend Her!

 

[Zippa D Doodah]

I thought about making a separate thread for this, but then decided against it because I don't want to get stuck trying to debate the nutjobs today. Heck, y'all don't even have to read it, but I just had to write it. This is my thoughts about today...

Dear President Bush,

Thank you. Thank you for your leadership in keeping our nation safe from another hellish attack ever since 9/11/01. I will always value and treasure your leadership, if only for that one fact. I've disagreed with you on your stubborness about changing tactics in Iraq. Some of your economic decisions have puzzled me. But that's all small change today, President Bush, because now that this date has come on the calendar once again I am nothing but grateful for your bravery, vision, and leadership.

You see, I'll always remember 9/11/01. I remember having to drive to a colleagues office 45 minutes away from my own that morning. The radio broke away from the usual music, and the typically silly DJ became very serious as he spoke about a plane that had apaprently hit the WTC. I thought, "That's odd," and drove on. I stopped at a gas station and bought a Diet Mt Dew because I needed the caffeine. The clerk, four other assorted travelers, and I paused and stared at the image that was on the small snowy TV screen behind the counter of the smoky shop. I didn't know what to do. I watched for 10 minutes, got back in the car, and drove on.

When I arrived at my destination the only person there was the secretary. Everyone else had found somewhere else to be. She paused from her intense connection to the radio long enough to look up at me through her familiar eyes, now filled with tears, and say, "They think it's terrorists." I dropped off some paperwork, got back in the car and drove home.

President Bush, can you imagine how surreal that ride home became? The reporters on the AM news station hardly knew how to say what they were hearing. The scares came one after the other -"the second tower has been hit", "more planes may be involved", "the Pentagon...there are reports of a plane crashing into the Pentagon outside of Washington, DC". I wished that it were some sick radio play, like Welles' "War of the Worlds". If only...

I thought about my wife at home, along with my son who was not quite two years old. Were they safe? I had no cell phone and I dared not waste precious moments by stopping to call. I thought about my daughter, four years old and full of innocence and wonder. Was she OK at the half-day preschool she attended? Should I go ther first and get her? I was taking in the horror creeping out of my speakers, and making one snap decision right after the other. I can't imagine the decisions you were facing right about then, President Bush.

I got home, and was relieved to know that my wife had gone to get our daughter from preschool. The kids played with Elmo, Scooby, and Blue while my wife and I watched the horror of the day unfold. After a few hours I couldn't take it any more. We sent word around town through our phonetree system that our church would be open for prayer that evening at 6:00.

When the hour for prayer came, there were hundreds gathered in that country church -looking for some port in a storm. I remember being thankful for Jesus that day, and that through my relationship with him was the only way I could hope to find peace. I stood as a leader in front of those gathered hundreds during the time of prayer. President Bush, words failed me. It's the only time I ever remember crying in front of a large crowd of others. I stood, read a passage from Psalms, and just got down on my knees at the altar rail. In the blink of an eye everyone was there. No music, no scene to be set, just desperate people who's world had been turned upside down trying to be close to God when they needed him most.

I remember tears, moans, and sobs coming from that mass of people huddled around the rail of the church. We prayed for our country. We prayed for the sould of the villains who had done this to us. And we prayed for you, President Bush. Those of us in that church held each other close. Sweat mingled with the tears. Hugs lasted longer than they ever did before. Those things that had seemed so important when we got up in the morning meant nothing now.

Ever since then it's like we Americans have tried to pretend that day never happened. All across this country we realized that we needed each other that day. It's like we came too close to each other for our own comfort that day, and now we're stuck trying to underscore differences. Yes sir, I'm guilty of it myself. Seven years after that fateful 9/11 I have a pretty short fuse when it comes to dealing with those from the other political party who see things differently from me. I don't treat them with the love and understanding that I wish I could. I find so much in their platform and their style to be contemptible, yet I can't get beyond that.

I want that America back... the one we all lived in during the autumn of 2001. I don't want the pain ever again, but I want the decency that we all used to have, the implicit understanding that we all needed each other.

Well President Bush, I know you are a busy man, and I have rambled on long enough. Again, thank you for keeping us safe these last 7 years.

Grace, peace, and forgiveness,
Zippa D Doodah

 

[Zippa D Doodah]

No, not silly and my comment has absolutely nothing to do with 9/11 the day....... that one day, we were all Americans.

It is what happened AFTER 9/11 where the Democrats have lost ground.....and a large part of my respect for them......

Have a nice day,

Batten down the hatches and be safe, my friend! You are in my prayers.

 

[Tigger Woods]

Rare footage of John McCain's release in Hanoi -


http://news.aol.com/article/film-shows-mccains-release-as-pow/170240?icid=100214839x1209408462x1200554246

 

[Mahnahmahnah]

Well, the media and Democrats have been trying to forget 9/11 for the last 7 years.......to their detriment.

Me and mine will never forget.

Our 9/11 remembrances here in Houston have been curtailed due to the impending arrival of Ike. But, this does not mean it is any less important to us.

Keep your thoughts and prayers centered on those in the storm surge area and those displaced by it. I think this storm is going to hit us hard in Houston Metro. We have been working the last 24hrs continuous with friends, neighbors & local first providers up here on the North side to make sure we know who is staying and who needs help. My 4-Wheeler is gassed up, chainsaw is ready, generator ready & beer will be going on ice at 6pm (cognac is contingency). We got all the Cub Scouts together last night and traded addresses and such.

We are ready for this storm.

While our power is out, could somebody please tell the National Media that Texans are not "fleeing" this storm. Texans don't "flee" anything. We are simply moving to more defensible ground. We will be back.

Good luck!

I thought about making a separate thread for this, but then decided against it because I don't want to get stuck trying to debate the nutjobs today. Heck, y'all don't even have to read it, but I just had to write it. This is my thoughts about today...

Zippa D Doodah

I don't blame you! That was beautifully written.

 

[Michelle67]

Great letter, Zip. Thanks for sharing it.

 

[breezy1077]

I thought about making a separate thread for this, but then decided against it because I don't want to get stuck trying to debate the nutjobs today. Heck, y'all don't even have to read it, but I just had to write it. This is my thoughts about today...

Dear President Bush,

Thank you. Thank you for your leadership in keeping our nation safe from another hellish attack ever since 9/11/01. I will always value and treasure your leadership, if only for that one fact. I've disagreed with you on your stubborness about changing tactics in Iraq. Some of your economic decisions have puzzled me. But that's all small change today, President Bush, because now that this date has come on the calendar once again I am nothing but grateful for your bravery, vision, and leadership.

You see, I'll always remember 9/11/01. I remember having to drive to a colleagues office 45 minutes away from my own that morning. The radio broke away from the usual music, and the typically silly DJ became very serious as he spoke about a plane that had apaprently hit the WTC. I thought, "That's odd," and drove on. I stopped at a gas station and bought a Diet Mt Dew because I needed the caffeine. The clerk, four other assorted travelers, and I paused and stared at the image that was on the small snowy TV screen behind the counter of the smoky shop. I didn't know what to do. I watched for 10 minutes, got back in the car, and drove on.

When I arrived at my destination the only person there was the secretary. Everyone else had found somewhere else to be. She paused from her intense connection to the radio long enough to look up at me through her familiar eyes, now filled with tears, and say, "They think it's terrorists." I dropped off some paperwork, got back in the car and drove home.

President Bush, can you imagine how surreal that ride home became? The reporters on the AM news station hardly knew how to say what they were hearing. The scares came one after the other -"the second tower has been hit", "more planes may be involved", "the Pentagon...there are reports of a plane crashing into the Pentagon outside of Washington, DC". I wished that it were some sick radio play, like Welles' "War of the Worlds". If only...

I thought about my wife at home, along with my son who was not quite two years old. Were they safe? I had no cell phone and I dared not waste precious moments by stopping to call. I thought about my daughter, four years old and full of innocence and wonder. Was she OK at the half-day preschool she attended? Should I go ther first and get her? I was taking in the horror creeping out of my speakers, and making one snap decision right after the other. I can't imagine the decisions you were facing right about then, President Bush.

I got home, and was relieved to know that my wife had gone to get our daughter from preschool. The kids played with Elmo, Scooby, and Blue while my wife and I watched the horror of the day unfold. After a few hours I couldn't take it any more. We sent word around town through our phonetree system that our church would be open for prayer that evening at 6:00.

When the hour for prayer came, there were hundreds gathered in that country church -looking for some port in a storm. I remember being thankful for Jesus that day, and that through my relationship with him was the only way I could hope to find peace. I stood as a leader in front of those gathered hundreds during the time of prayer. President Bush, words failed me. It's the only time I ever remember crying in front of a large crowd of others. I stood, read a passage from Psalms, and just got down on my knees at the altar rail. In the blink of an eye everyone was there. No music, no scene to be set, just desperate people who's world had been turned upside down trying to be close to God when they needed him most.

I remember tears, moans, and sobs coming from that mass of people huddled around the rail of the church. We prayed for our country. We prayed for the sould of the villains who had done this to us. And we prayed for you, President Bush. Those of us in that church held each other close. Sweat mingled with the tears. Hugs lasted longer than they ever did before. Those things that had seemed so important when we got up in the morning meant nothing now.

Ever since then it's like we Americans have tried to pretend that day never happened. All across this country we realized that we needed each other that day. It's like we came too close to each other for our own comfort that day, and now we're stuck trying to underscore differences. Yes sir, I'm guilty of it myself. Seven years after that fateful 9/11 I have a pretty short fuse when it comes to dealing with those from the other political party who see things differently from me. I don't treat them with the love and understanding that I wish I could. I find so much in their platform and their style to be contemptible, yet I can't get beyond that.

I want that America back... the one we all lived in during the autumn of 2001. I don't want the pain ever again, but I want the decency that we all used to have, the implicit understanding that we all needed each other.

Well President Bush, I know you are a busy man, and I have rambled on long enough. Again, thank you for keeping us safe these last 7 years.

Grace, peace, and forgiveness,
Zippa D Doodah

Well Zip....I'm quoting the letter in full because of its brilliance. It's a rare post that brings me to tears and I find myself tugging at the tissue box AGAIN today.

Brilliant! I'm not gonna push, but I think it deserves it's own thread. You don't have to defend it - there's nothing to defend.

Beautiful letter. And I agree, thank you Mr. President for keeping us safe.

 

[SwedishMeatball]

Thanks for sharing those heartfelt feelings with us, Zip.

I agree with Mr Man about it being a life changing event. My first graders were working on an assignment, and I was near the door of the classroom. A teacher went running by and I stepped out in the hall and asked what was wrong. She was already at the exit and paused long enough to say that terrorists had flown planes into the World Trade buildings, and they thought more were headed for Washington. Then she was gone. I looked back at my students working at their desks, and thought they were all about to lose a very special innocence.

 

[Tink & Goofy]

I thought about making a separate thread for this, but then decided against it because I don't want to get stuck trying to debate the nutjobs today. Heck, y'all don't even have to read it, but I just had to write it. This is my thoughts about today...

Dear President Bush,

Thank you. Thank you for your leadership in keeping our nation safe from another hellish attack ever since 9/11/01. I will always value and treasure your leadership, if only for that one fact. I've disagreed with you on your stubborness about changing tactics in Iraq. Some of your economic decisions have puzzled me. But that's all small change today, President Bush, because now that this date has come on the calendar once again I am nothing but grateful for your bravery, vision, and leadership.

You see, I'll always remember 9/11/01. I remember having to drive to a colleagues office 45 minutes away from my own that morning. The radio broke away from the usual music, and the typically silly DJ became very serious as he spoke about a plane that had apaprently hit the WTC. I thought, "That's odd," and drove on. I stopped at a gas station and bought a Diet Mt Dew because I needed the caffeine. The clerk, four other assorted travelers, and I paused and stared at the image that was on the small snowy TV screen behind the counter of the smoky shop. I didn't know what to do. I watched for 10 minutes, got back in the car, and drove on.

When I arrived at my destination the only person there was the secretary. Everyone else had found somewhere else to be. She paused from her intense connection to the radio long enough to look up at me through her familiar eyes, now filled with tears, and say, "They think it's terrorists." I dropped off some paperwork, got back in the car and drove home.

President Bush, can you imagine how surreal that ride home became? The reporters on the AM news station hardly knew how to say what they were hearing. The scares came one after the other -"the second tower has been hit", "more planes may be involved", "the Pentagon...there are reports of a plane crashing into the Pentagon outside of Washington, DC". I wished that it were some sick radio play, like Welles' "War of the Worlds". If only...

I thought about my wife at home, along with my son who was not quite two years old. Were they safe? I had no cell phone and I dared not waste precious moments by stopping to call. I thought about my daughter, four years old and full of innocence and wonder. Was she OK at the half-day preschool she attended? Should I go ther first and get her? I was taking in the horror creeping out of my speakers, and making one snap decision right after the other. I can't imagine the decisions you were facing right about then, President Bush.

I got home, and was relieved to know that my wife had gone to get our daughter from preschool. The kids played with Elmo, Scooby, and Blue while my wife and I watched the horror of the day unfold. After a few hours I couldn't take it any more. We sent word around town through our phonetree system that our church would be open for prayer that evening at 6:00.

When the hour for prayer came, there were hundreds gathered in that country church -looking for some port in a storm. I remember being thankful for Jesus that day, and that through my relationship with him was the only way I could hope to find peace. I stood as a leader in front of those gathered hundreds during the time of prayer. President Bush, words failed me. It's the only time I ever remember crying in front of a large crowd of others. I stood, read a passage from Psalms, and just got down on my knees at the altar rail. In the blink of an eye everyone was there. No music, no scene to be set, just desperate people who's world had been turned upside down trying to be close to God when they needed him most.

I remember tears, moans, and sobs coming from that mass of people huddled around the rail of the church. We prayed for our country. We prayed for the sould of the villains who had done this to us. And we prayed for you, President Bush. Those of us in that church held each other close. Sweat mingled with the tears. Hugs lasted longer than they ever did before. Those things that had seemed so important when we got up in the morning meant nothing now.

Ever since then it's like we Americans have tried to pretend that day never happened. All across this country we realized that we needed each other that day. It's like we came too close to each other for our own comfort that day, and now we're stuck trying to underscore differences. Yes sir, I'm guilty of it myself. Seven years after that fateful 9/11 I have a pretty short fuse when it comes to dealing with those from the other political party who see things differently from me. I don't treat them with the love and understanding that I wish I could. I find so much in their platform and their style to be contemptible, yet I can't get beyond that.

I want that America back... the one we all lived in during the autumn of 2001. I don't want the pain ever again, but I want the decency that we all used to have, the implicit understanding that we all needed each other.

Well President Bush, I know you are a busy man, and I have rambled on long enough. Again, thank you for keeping us safe these last 7 years.

Grace, peace, and forgiveness,
Zippa D Doodah

Amen.
Awesomely written, Zip.

 

[agentpleakley]

Well Zip....I'm quoting the letter in full because of its brilliance. It's a rare post that brings me to tears and I find myself tugging at the tissue box AGAIN today.

Brilliant! I'm not gonna push, but I think it deserves it's own thread. You don't have to defend it - there's nothing to defend.

Beautiful letter. And I agree, thank you Mr. President for keeping us safe.

I'm sharing the tissues with you breezy!

First, transparant's son, then Got Disney's son's artwork, now ZIP -- what a wonderful letter- - other than the location - I could have written it myself. It's odd - I was in my car, driving to court, passing the National Guard Armory when I heard the news come over the radio -- honestly - in that first moment, I thought the morning DJ's were joking. Then the second plane hit. When I arrived at the courthouse, the judges did not know whether to postpone court. There was an emptiness inside. When Flight 93 went down in Pennsylvania, I totally lost it. Pennsylvania was my home - I later learned that my cousin, a firefighter, was a first responder to the scene.

The following day, our community came together -- more so than after the devastating tornados. I volunteered to put red, white and blue ribbons on cars -- we quickly ran out of ribbon - every one was stopping. Our minor league ballpark held a remembrance -- it was packed.

Zip - you are right - in the days following 9/11 -- it seems everyone flew a flag, had a flag on their car, people were nicer to each other -- in alot of ways - that has faded.

Thank you President Bush- -- not one time have I doubted your heart in protecting us. God Bless you and God Bless the USA!

 

[DVC Sadie]

Batten down the hatches and be safe, my friend! You are in my prayers.

I concur! Mr. Man, please know that my thoughts will be with you and yours.

 

[Zippa D Doodah]

Thanks for all the kinds words. I did go ahead and post it on another thread.

 

[Rebelmom67]

I thought about making a separate thread for this, but then decided against it because I don't want to get stuck trying to debate the nutjobs today. Heck, y'all don't even have to read it, but I just had to write it. This is my thoughts about today...

Dear President Bush,

Thank you. Thank you for your leadership in keeping our nation safe from another hellish attack ever since 9/11/01. I will always value and treasure your leadership, if only for that one fact. I've disagreed with you on your stubborness about changing tactics in Iraq. Some of your economic decisions have puzzled me. But that's all small change today, President Bush, because now that this date has come on the calendar once again I am nothing but grateful for your bravery, vision, and leadership.

You see, I'll always remember 9/11/01. I remember having to drive to a colleagues office 45 minutes away from my own that morning. The radio broke away from the usual music, and the typically silly DJ became very serious as he spoke about a plane that had apaprently hit the WTC. I thought, "That's odd," and drove on. I stopped at a gas station and bought a Diet Mt Dew because I needed the caffeine. The clerk, four other assorted travelers, and I paused and stared at the image that was on the small snowy TV screen behind the counter of the smoky shop. I didn't know what to do. I watched for 10 minutes, got back in the car, and drove on.

When I arrived at my destination the only person there was the secretary. Everyone else had found somewhere else to be. She paused from her intense connection to the radio long enough to look up at me through her familiar eyes, now filled with tears, and say, "They think it's terrorists." I dropped off some paperwork, got back in the car and drove home.

President Bush, can you imagine how surreal that ride home became? The reporters on the AM news station hardly knew how to say what they were hearing. The scares came one after the other -"the second tower has been hit", "more planes may be involved", "the Pentagon...there are reports of a plane crashing into the Pentagon outside of Washington, DC". I wished that it were some sick radio play, like Welles' "War of the Worlds". If only...

I thought about my wife at home, along with my son who was not quite two years old. Were they safe? I had no cell phone and I dared not waste precious moments by stopping to call. I thought about my daughter, four years old and full of innocence and wonder. Was she OK at the half-day preschool she attended? Should I go ther first and get her? I was taking in the horror creeping out of my speakers, and making one snap decision right after the other. I can't imagine the decisions you were facing right about then, President Bush.

I got home, and was relieved to know that my wife had gone to get our daughter from preschool. The kids played with Elmo, Scooby, and Blue while my wife and I watched the horror of the day unfold. After a few hours I couldn't take it any more. We sent word around town through our phonetree system that our church would be open for prayer that evening at 6:00.

When the hour for prayer came, there were hundreds gathered in that country church -looking for some port in a storm. I remember being thankful for Jesus that day, and that through my relationship with him was the only way I could hope to find peace. I stood as a leader in front of those gathered hundreds during the time of prayer. President Bush, words failed me. It's the only time I ever remember crying in front of a large crowd of others. I stood, read a passage from Psalms, and just got down on my knees at the altar rail. In the blink of an eye everyone was there. No music, no scene to be set, just desperate people who's world had been turned upside down trying to be close to God when they needed him most.

I remember tears, moans, and sobs coming from that mass of people huddled around the rail of the church. We prayed for our country. We prayed for the sould of the villains who had done this to us. And we prayed for you, President Bush. Those of us in that church held each other close. Sweat mingled with the tears. Hugs lasted longer than they ever did before. Those things that had seemed so important when we got up in the morning meant nothing now.

Ever since then it's like we Americans have tried to pretend that day never happened. All across this country we realized that we needed each other that day. It's like we came too close to each other for our own comfort that day, and now we're stuck trying to underscore differences. Yes sir, I'm guilty of it myself. Seven years after that fateful 9/11 I have a pretty short fuse when it comes to dealing with those from the other political party who see things differently from me. I don't treat them with the love and understanding that I wish I could. I find so much in their platform and their style to be contemptible, yet I can't get beyond that.

I want that America back... the one we all lived in during the autumn of 2001. I don't want the pain ever again, but I want the decency that we all used to have, the implicit understanding that we all needed each other.

Well President Bush, I know you are a busy man, and I have rambled on long enough. Again, thank you for keeping us safe these last 7 years.

Grace, peace, and forgiveness,
Zippa D Doodah

That was just beautiful and left me in tears. Anybody that would come to this thread to fight with us, on this day, shows how weak and lacking their character is.

Rebelmom,- proud American and conservative. God Bless the USA!

 

[studentmom]

You know, I was going to start a thread on this but I'd probably be better off just talking about it here. Speaking of tolerance, Michael MedVed was on the radio and raised a question "Anyone who puts conservative bumperstickers on their car or signs on their lawn, did you ever have them vandalized?" There was a HUGE amount of callers. It seems the 'party of tolerance' is only tolerant if you agree with them. Many people called in and said they were afraid to put McCain stickers on their car for fear of their car being keyed.

Myself, I had a sticker ripped off of my car. I work in a city of what I call 'the San Francisco of the Mid-west', I had a bumper sticker that said "annoy a liberal, work hard and be happy" Someone peeled most of it off my car, so much for freedom of speech in the liberal city. Mind you, I only had that one sticker on my car and I park next to cars that have 10-15 stickers on them. You've all seen the wackos that have an opinion on everything, none of those stickers seemed to be touched, I wonder who took my sticker off. My guess is some nutjob wearing a Che shirt with dreadlocks and birkenstocks.

I'm glad you brought this up. I asked my dh awhile back, why you don't see many Mc Cain and/or Republican bumber stickers, and he said the same thing- it was because you would risk your car getting vandalized. I have a Yes on Prop 8 sticker that I wanted to put on my car, and now I'm wondering if I should risk it.

 

[pooh4evr]

I was just sent an email of a youtube video- it amybe old news but it was a really moving message to Obama from a Iraq vet telling him that the war is not a mistake and why he is supporting McCain- it is called Dr Mr. Obama- it recommend you watch it - it should be a McCain ad!

 

[Michelle67]

Wow. Just, wow. Which part makes him a nutjob? Being a minister, or bringing his congregation together to share their pain and to pray?

 

[SwedishMeatball]

I'm glad you brought this up. I asked my dh awhile back, why you don't see many Mc Cain and/or Republican bumber stickers, and he said the same thing- it was because you would risk your car getting vandalized. I have a Yes on Prop 8 sticker that I wanted to put on my car, and now I'm wondering if I should risk it.

My daughter left for college a few weeks ago and wanted to put a bumper sticker on her new car. I advised her against it because it would be putting a huge target on her vehicle for vandalism.