The 'M' Word

I borrowed this list from Ann Coulter's column yesterday. I wanted to piggy-back a little from Wight Wing Wadical's blog about a Muslim t-shirt that received so much attention. Just in case the left has forgot why we are fighting the war on terror; and who 'those' people are........

*November 1979: Muslim extremists (Iranian variety) seized the U.S. embassy in Iran and held 52 American hostages for 444 days, following Democrat Jimmy Carter's masterful foreign policy granting Islamic fanaticism its first real foothold in the Middle East.

*1982: Muslim extremists (mostly Hezbollah) began a nearly decade-long habit of taking Americans and Europeans hostage in Lebanon, killing William Buckley and holding Terry Anderson for 6 1/2 years.

*April 1983: Muslim extremists (Islamic Jihad or possibly Hezbollah) bombed the U.S. Embassy in Beirut, killing 16 Americans.

*October 1983: Muslim extremists (Hezbollah) blew up the U.S. Marine barracks at the Beirut airport, killing 241 Marines.

*December 1983: Muslim extremists (al-Dawa) blew up the U.S. Embassy in Kuwait, killing five and injuring 80.

*September 1984: Muslim extremists (Hezbollah) exploded a truck bomb at the U.S. Embassy annex in Beirut, killing 24 people, including two U.S. servicemen.

*December 1984: Muslim extremists (probably Hezbollah) hijacked a Kuwait Airways airplane, landed in Iran and demanded the release of the 17 members of al-Dawa who had been arrested for the bombing of the U.S. Embassy in Kuwait, killing two Americans before the siege was over.

*June 14, 1985: Muslim extremists (Hezbollah) hijacked TWA Flight 847 out of Athens, diverting it to Beirut, taking the passengers hostage in return for the release of the Kuwait 17 as well as another 700 prisoners held by Israel. When their demands were not met, the Muslims shot U.S. Navy diver Robert Dean Stethem and dumped his body on the tarmac.

*October 1985: Muslim extremists (Palestine Liberation Front backed by Libya) seized an Italian cruise ship, the Achille Lauro, killing 69-year-old American Leon Klinghoffer by shooting him and then tossing his body overboard.

*December 1985: Muslim extremists (backed by Libya) bombed airports in Rome and Vienna, killing 20 people, including five Americans.

*April 1986: Muslim extremists (backed by Libya) bombed a discotheque frequented by U.S. servicemen in West Berlin, injuring hundreds and killing two, including a U.S. soldier.

*December 1988: Muslim extremists (backed by Libya) bombed Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland, killing all 259 on board and 11 on the ground.

(Then came an amazing, historic pause in Muslim extremists' relentless war on America after Ronald Reagan won the Cold War by doing the opposite of everything recommended by Democrats, depriving Islamic terrorists of their Soviet sponsors. This confuses liberals because they don't understand the concept of terror sponsors, whether it's the Soviet Union or Iraq.)

*February 1993: Muslim extremists (al-Gama'a al-Islamiyya, possibly with involvement of friendly rival al-Qaida) set off a bomb in the basement of the World Trade Center, killing six and wounding more than 1,000.

*Spring 1993: Muslim extremists (al-Gama'a al-Islamiyya, the Sudanese Islamic Front and at least one member of Hamas) plot to blow up the Lincoln and Holland tunnels, the U.N. complex, and the FBI's lower Manhattan headquarters.

*November 1995: Muslim extremists (possibly Iranian "Party of God") explode a car bomb at U.S. military headquarters in Saudi Arabia, killing five U.S. military servicemen.

*June 1996: Muslim extremists (13 Saudis and a Lebanese member of Hezbollah, probably with involvement of al-Qaida) explode a truck bomb outside the Khobar Towers military complex, killing 19 American servicemen and injuring hundreds.

*August 1998: Muslim extremists (al-Qaida) explode truck bombs at U.S. embassies in Kenya and Tanzania, killing 224 and injuring thousands.

*October 2000: Muslim extremists (al-Qaida) blow up the U.S. Navy destroyer USS Cole, killing 17 U.S. sailors.

*Sept. 11, 2001: Muslim extremists (al-Qaida) hijack commercial aircraft and fly planes into the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania, killing nearly 3,000 Americans.

Thanks Ann for keeping the spotlight where it belongs.

The dress was too heavy

Only 40 minutes into her reign as Miss Universe, Miss Puerto Rico Zuleyka Rivera Mendoza collapsed on stage while giving her post-pageant press conference.

Official reason(s) for her collapse?.....”She got dizzy. It’s very hot up here. Her dress is tight. Her dress was beaded and heavy”

I can go along with her being dizzy. It may have been hot up on the stage with all the lighting beaming down on her (Isn’t it hot in Puerto Rico?). She may even have been dizzy due to the fact her dress was too tight. But a heavy dress?

I don’t think so……not that dress

A more likely explanation would be that she probably had not eaten all day so she could fit into the tight dress in the first place. With the added hot lights and trying to balance on the high heels it was more than even a Miss Universe could be put through.

The world was assured that she was alright after The Donald soundly declared, ‘Yes, she’s fine.’

When carrots are outlawed......

.....only outlaws will have carrots?

A 46 year old man has assaulted his wife with a carrot and causing her to lose sight in one eye. The accused, Roderick Vecsey, told the judge that the incident was a terrible accident. Vecsey said that he and his wife were arguing and he ‘tossed’ the carrot at her.

Now I don’t know how hard Mr. Vecsey tosses, but when I toss something, like the remote control to my wife, it’s generally a gentle toss as I don’t want to first, hurt my wife and secondly and almost as importantly, damage the remote.



I can almost imagine the two in the kitchen together preparing that nights supper together. A conversation was taking place about each others day while Mr. Vecsey was preparing the steaks for the grill and Mrs. Vecsey was preparing the salad. Then suddenly without warning, Mr. Vecsey noticed angrily how Mrs. Vecsey was cutting the carrots for the salad he enjoyed almost as much as the steaks. Mr. Vecsey has long been a fan of the short diced carrot in his salad. But this night, without any reasoning at all, Mrs. Vecsey was paring long strips of the carrot for a little change-up in the otherwise standard and boring garden salad that she had prepared every single night for the last 25 years.

It had been a long day at the factory for Mr. Vecsey who was a supervisor at the local plant. Nothing had gone his way and shipments were behind for the 3rd day in a row. His employees were slackers but they were about the best the little ole town had to offer. His employees were always making jokes about him and playing little tricks on him when his back was turned. Upper management had been riding his tail demanding that he get his employees on the stick and increase production to get those shipments out on time or he would be looking for a new job at Wendy’s. The long strips of carrots were too much for Mr. Vecsey. He was going to have his carrots sliced and diced and no one was going to tell him otherwise.

In what Mr. Vecsey described to the judge as a simple tossing of the carrot was actually a very accurate precision throw that would impress even the Bowie knife throwers of old.


How long before liberals start calling for the elimination of carrots from the masses or at best the rounding of the ends to keep peoples eyes intact? How long before we have to register and wait three days to buy pointy and possibly dangerous vegetables? Will supermarkets be forced to pre-shred all carrots?

Oh the humanity……..

Russia’s big and so is China

The more I hear President Bush speak off camera and picked up on live mic’s, I can’t help but understand why all the comedians and liberals make fun of his intelligence.

In the latest ‘live mic’ incident, Bush is overheard talking to Tony Blair about flight time home from the summit.

Bush: Got something to do tonight?

Blair: Go to the airport. Get on a plane and go home.

Bush: Where you going, home? This is your neighborhood. Won't take you long to get home.
You get home in eight hours? Me too! Russia's a big country and you're a big country.
Yeah. No, not Coke, Diet Coke.
It takes him eight hours to fly home, eight hours. Russia's big and so's China.
Yeah, Blair, what are you doing? You leaving?

Blair: No, no, not yet. On this trade thing ... (inaudible) Bush: Yeah, I told that to the man ...

How goofy does it sound when our President, a world leader, is spouting off this kind of kindergarten conversation? My six year old has more articulate conversation than Bush seems to.

Russia’s big and so is China?

You have to be wondering what Blair is thinking. Blair obviously wants to steer the retarded sounding conversation away from the amazing geographical size of Russia and China and focus on the real issue of trade.

Don’t get me wrong, I voted for Bush. Twice. I can’t imagine Al Gore or john Kerry running the country while we are fighting the terrorism war worldwide. But I’m starting to get the feeling that others are really running the country while Bush goes bumbling around the world in a Rainman sort of way.

China, China big. Russia big. 8 Hours yeah, 8 hours to fly home, home. Big, really big. (Dustin Hoffman voice doing Rainman).

The persecuted church

To help bring a little light on the persecuted church, I wanted to link a post from a blog I recently came across.

sCrAmBleD thoughts of one more patriot gives us a smack in the face wake-up call to illustrate how the persecuted church lives and worships in the face of harm and even death for calling on the Name of Christ.

A lesson in prayer

An interesting thing happened to me on the way home from work a few years ago that I would like to share. I have many times shared this story around Christian friends, Bible studies and personal testimonies, but I have never shared it outside the ‘Christian circle’.


It was a cold and rainy winter day in January 1996 as I left the office and headed the short distance home. I had just turned onto the main highway and started up the hill when I noticed a hitchhiker, thumb out, going in my direction. This hitchhiker looked liked the proverbial San Francisco hippie who was MIA from 1967 and had been transplanted on this highway as a result of some freaky wormhole incident. As I mentioned, it was cold and rainy this day. This hippy was wrapped in a bundle of what should have been warm flannel shirts and a couple jackets. He had on a red bandana holding back his wet, matted long black hair which had almost the same exact appearance of his beard. I don’t know how long this guy had been trying to hitch a ride, but judging from his completely soaked clothes, he had been out there awhile. Did I mention it was cold? The temperature was probably somewhere in the mid to high 30’s. There had been talk of some sleet accumulating later in the evening, but for the moment it was just a very, very cold rain.

As I was passing by this incredible sight, this throwback to another time and place, our eyes met. In that moment, time seemed to slow down as we stared into each others gazes. His eyes seemed to say to me, ‘how can you pass me by….how can you not help me out?’ His countenance went from hopeful to a head hanging sadness that I will never forget. At that moment I said out loud and from my heart, ‘Lord, I would rather do anything than pick up this hitcher, anything.’ I repeated this over and over as I tried to rid my mind of that last image I had of his sad, rejected face.

I was a new Christian. It had been only a little over a year since I had been saved by the grace of God when I passed that hitcher. I was still learning in leaps and bounds all I could about my new faith in Christ and I was about to be schooled by the Lord Himself on the power of a heartfelt prayer.

I’m not in the habit, even to this day, of picking up hitchers. I will, and have many times, stopped and helped people change a tire, push a car off the road, take someone to get gas, help someone in an accident, but I don’t pick up hitchers.

I continued to pray, out loud, my prayer of doing anything for the Lord except picking up the hitcher.

As I rounded a turn on the highway a couple miles up the road, there off on the side of the road, was a very elderly woman trying to look under the back end of her car. This car was a very bad looking, faded green, 70’s something Ford Maverick. As I approached the car it was obvious that this was my answered prayer in opposition to picking up the hitcher.

I pulled in behind the Maverick, got out and asked the woman what was wrong with her car. She said she didn’t know. She said that she was on her way home when all of a sudden, about two minutes ago, there was a bad niose coming from the back of her car. Two minutes ago I thought. Hmmm. Coincidently about the time I started praying for something other than picking up the hitcher.

I told her to get back in the car and get out of the rain and I will have a look under her car. Well I bent down as far as I could to look under her car to see what that matter was, but couldn’t quite see without crawling under the vehicle. I went back to my car to get an umbrella and maybe find something to lie on so I could crawl under the car in my office apparel. I found neither. So I made an executive decision to just go ahead and get under the car and figure out what was wrong and get this lady on her way. The part of the road where she pulled over had been freshly graded off for a road to the woods. This same road later became the entrance to the sub-division where I live now. Hmmm. Needless to say with all the rain, the road was very muddy and it had been partially filled with loose gravel to make crawling under cars the perfect mixture of mess and pain.

When I finally got under the rear of the car I found the problem. The rusted pipe that led to the rusty muffler had finally broken off and the only thing holding the rusty muffler to the car was this leathery looking strap. So I crawled back from under her car and went rummaging through my car for anything that might cut loose the strap that held the muffler. I found no such instrument of destruction in my car. I walked back to the woman in the Maverick and tapped on her window. By now I’m soaked, wet, muddy and very, very cold. My light jacket that was meant for a walk from the office to the car was not holding up well to the conditions I was putting it under. The elderly lady slowly rolled down her window and, after telling her what was wrong; I ask her if she might happen to have a knife of some kind in her car. She finds a butter knife (of course) in her glove compartment and I gladly take it and crawl back under the car. After about ten minutes of trying to cut through a half frozen wet leathery strap with wet frozen fingers I finally manage to free the beast that was dragging under her car. I put the muffler in her car and told her she would be able to drive home but to get it fixed right away.

She asked me how much she owed me for helping her out and I told her that I couldn’t accept any money for doing what I asked to do. She said thank you and drove on in the same direction I was going. When I got my frozen wet muddy self back in my car I understood at that moment that I had just been schooled on the power of prayer. As I pulled my car back onto the road and headed home I realized that the Maverick was no where to be seen. Only a few seconds had passed since she pulled out and there was no way she could have sped off that fast. I hustled my car up around the next turn and she was no where in sight. There is a road that turns off in the little town of Nelson but she would have had to really hustle it to beat me to that road. Was she an angel sent specifically to answer my prayer and test me to see if I would indeed do anything but pick up that hitcher? To this day I believe she was. Heck, the hippy could have been angel that was there to see what I would do for all I know.

Here’s what I learned from that incident.

* The power of a heartfelt prayer is something to behold.

* Be careful of what you pray for.

*You just never know when you might be interacting with an angel.

Happy 230th Birthday America

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.



New Hampshire: Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton

Massachusetts: John Hancock, Samuel Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry

Rhode Island: Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery

Connecticut: Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott

New York: William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris

New Jersey: Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark

Pennsylvania: Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross

Delaware: Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean

Maryland: Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton

Virginia: George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton

North Carolina: William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn

South Carolina: Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton

Georgia: Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton