MOVING DAY!

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I can and will say it...

I told you so! For the left leaning folks of the world let yesterday's events sink in a little bit. For those of you who said the Iraqis don't want a democracy and that we are forcing freedom on them, I say to you "NUTS". Yesterday the polling stations were held open an extra hour because the turn out was so great. I am so excited to see these folks taking a stand for their country more and more. The courage these folks had to go out and vote during a war in their country is awesome. Not only that they had to walk to the polling stations. How many of us would walk to the polling station. The great people of Ohio complained for having to stand for a couple of hours. I will leave you with this quote...

"This is the day to get our revenge on Saddam," said Kurdish voter Chiman Saleh, a Kirkuk housewife who said two of her brothers were killed by the ousted regime.

Freedom...

This whole week will be dedicated to the folks in Iraq who have and still are fighting for freedom.

Enlighten the people, generally, and tyranny and oppressions of body and mind will vanish like spirits at the dawn of day.
Thomas Jefferson
3rd president of US (1743 - 1826)

Give Them The Finger...A Purple Finger That Is!

Next week from the 12th to the 15th I want to encourage everybody to dip your right index finger in purple ink. This is going to be a statement to the Iraqis and the rest of the world that we stand behind nations as they strive for democracy. Here is the link to find out more on it. Tell your friends and don't forget to take pictures and give them to this website...

Purple Finger For Freedom

Some News Items You Might Have Missed...

"The idea that the United States is going to win the war in Iraq is just plain wrong"
-Howard Dean

" ... And there is no reason, Bob, that young American soldiers need to be going into the homes of Iraqis in the dead of night, terrorizing kids and children, you know, women, breaking sort of the customs of the - of - the historical customs, religious customs."
-John Kerry

"They're going to have these elections but that's sort of being imposed on them."
-Chuck Shumer

POLL
Would the World Be Better With Saddam still in Power?
41% of Democrats say YES!
78% of Republicans say NO!

Hillary Clinton wasted 9-11 cash on "PORK" projects! Some on the list of to do items had nothing to do with 9-11 and were actually underfunded projects that were started before 9-11. Surprised? I didn't think so.

The famous JOE WILSON, husband of the covert CIA agent has spoken, AGAIN! Yet all the media attention he had about his voyage to Niger and his report back why didn't the liberal media report this quote more. ""There was a lot of reason to be concerned about weapons of mass destruction in the hands of Saddam Hussein," he told WABC Radio's Mark Simone. "I always thought that he probably had chemical and biological weapons and biological precursors as well". Interesting that he is being and has tried to be the beacon behind the "Bush Lied" democrats.

Just a couple of stories I thought ya'll would enjoy. As always keep it right and don't forget, Jesus is the reason for the season...no matter what the ACLU says!

Think Tank

I have something for conservatives and liberals alike. I read a story that there is some talk about someone to succeed Secretary Defense Rumsfeld. I was a bit suprised and would like to hear your comments on this as well. Senator Joseph Lieberman? I am going to be doing some digging on this man but as of late he has stood in stark contrast to his party and their anti-American rhetoric. I am going to leave this one up to ya'll and let me know what you think. As always keep it right and remember one week until elections!

My "Buddy"!

I have been wanting a dog for so long and he is finally here. His name is Buddy and he is only 2.5 months old. I wanted to share a poem by Jimmy Stewart that captures the heart of caring for a dog. Now I know it is sad but the very heart of it is really cool on how he cares for the dog named "BO".

My Dog, Named Bo.
He came to me when I would call, unless I had a tennis ball -or he felt like it.
But mostly--he didn't come at all.
When he was young, he never learned, to heel, or sit or stay, he did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag, but when you were with him, things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rose bush just to spite me, and when I'd grab 'im he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day, the deliv'ry boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter, he said we owned a real man-eater.
He set he house on fire, but the story's long to tell. Suffice to say that he survived, and, the house survived as well.
And on evening walks (and Gloria took him), he was always first out the door. The old one and I, brought up the rear because our bones were sore.
And he'd charge up the street with Mom hangin' on, what a beautiful pair they were.
And if it was still light, and the tourists were out, they created a bit of a stir!
But every once in awhile he'd stop in his tracks and with a frown on his face, look around.
It was just t'make sure, that the old one was there, to follow him where he was bound.
We're early-to-bedders in our house I guess I'm the first to retire, and as I'd leave the room, he'd look at me and get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were, upstairs and I'd give 'im one for awhile and he'd push it under the bed with his nose and I'd dig it out with a smile.
But before very long, he'd tire of the ball and he'd be asleep in his corner in no time at all, and there where nights when I'd feel him climb up on our bed and lie between us, and I'd pat his head;
and there were nights when I'd feel this stare, and I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there and I'd reach out to stroke his hair;
and sometimes I'd feel him sigh, and I think I know the reason why.
He'd wake up at night, and he would have his fear of the dark, of life, of lot's of things, and he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him climb up on our bed, and lie between us, and I pat his head;
and there are nights when I think I feel that stare, and I reach out my hand to stroke his hair, and he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so, I'll always love a dog named Bo.