Monday, April 24, 2006

Received the following from (Tom O'Malley) who was a Director with SW BELL in Mexico City.

You remember I spent five years working in Mexico.

I worked under a tourist Visa for three months and could legally renew it for three more months. After that you were working

illegally. I was technically illegal for three weeks waiting on the FM3 approval.

During that six months our Mexican and US Attorneys were working to secure a permanent work visa called a FM3. It was in addition

to my US passport that I had to show each time I entered and left the country. Barbara's was the same except hers did not permit

her to work.

To apply for the FM3 I needed to submit the following notarized originals (not copies) of my:

1. Birth certificate for Barbara and I. 2. Marriage certificate. 3. High school transcripts and proof of graduation. 4. College transcripts

for every college I attended and proof of graduation. 5. Two letters of recommendation from supervisors I had worked for at least

one year. 6. A letter from The St. Louis Chief of Police indicating I had no arrest record in the US and no outstanding warrants and

was "a citizen in good standing." 7. Finally; I had to write a letter about myself that clearly stated why there was no Mexican Citizen

with my skills and why my skills were important to Mexico. We called it our "I am the greatest person on Earth" letter. It was fun to

write.

All of the above were in English that had to be translated into Spanish and be certified as legal translations and our signatures

notarized. It produced a folder about 1.5 inches thick with English on the left side and Spanish on the right.

Once they were completed Barbara and I spent about five hours accompanied by a Mexican Attorney touring Mexican Government

office locations and being photographed and fingerprinted at least three times. At each location and we remember at least four

locations we were instructed on Mexican tax, labor, housing, and criminal law and that we were required to obey their laws or face

the consequences.

We could not protest any of the Governments actions or we would be committing a felony. We paid out four thousand dollars in fees

and bribes to complete the process. When this was done we could legally bring in our household goods that were held by US

customs in Laredo Texas. This meant we had rented furniture in Mexico while awaiting our goods. There were extensive fees

involved here that the company paid.

We could not buy a home and were required to rent at very high rates and under contract and compliance with Mexican law.

We were required to get a Mexican drivers license. This was an amazing process. The company arranged for the Licensing agency

to come to our Headquarters location with their photography and finger print equipment and the laminating machine. We showed our

US license, were photographed and fingerprinted again and issued the license instantly after paying out a six dollar fee. We did not

take a written or driving test and never received instructions on the rules of the road. Our only instruction was never give a

policeman your license if stopped and asked. We were instructed to hold it against the inside window away from his grasp. If he got

his hands on it you would have to pay ransom to get it back.

We then had to pay and file Mexican income tax annually using the number of our FM3 as our ID number. The company's Mexican

accountants did this for us and we just signed what they prepared. It was about twenty legal size pages annually.

The FM 3 was good for three years and renewable for two more after paying more fees.

Leaving the country meant turning in the FM# and certifying we were leaving no debts behind and no outstanding legal affairs

(warrants, tickets or liens) before our household goods were released to customs.

It was a real adventure and If any of our Senators or Congressman went through it once they would have a different attitude toward

Mexico.

The Mexican Government uses its vast military and police forces to keep its citizens intimidated and compliant. They never protest

at their White house or government offices but do protest daily in front of the United States Embassy. The US embassy looks like a

strongly reinforced fortress and during most protests the Mexican Military surround the block with their men standing shoulder to

shoulder in full riot gear to protect the Embassy.

These protests are never shown on US or Mexican TV. There is a large public park across the street where they do their protesting.

Anything can cause a protest such as proposed law changes in California or Texas.

Please feel free to share this with everyone who thinks we are being hard on illegal immigrants. 12.23.05 Smackerels Yes, Virginia,

There is a Santa Claus The People’s Almanac, pp. 1358–9. (Originally published in The New York Sun in 1897.)

We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that

its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:

Dear Editor—

I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the

truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O’Hanlon

Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they

see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or

children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless

world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound

and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as

dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence.

We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be

extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys

on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees

Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men

can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can

conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the

strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love,

romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this

world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he

will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

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About the Exchange Francis P. Church’s editorial, “Yes Virginia, There is a Santa Claus” was an immediate sensation, and went on to

became one of the most famous editorials ever written. It first appeared in the The New York Sun in 1897, almost a hundred years

ago, and was reprinted annually until 1949 when the paper went out of business.

Thirty-six years after her letter was printed, Virginia O’Hanlon recalled the events that prompted her letter:

“Quite naturally I believed in Santa Claus, for he had never disappointed me. But when less fortunate little boys and girls said there

wasn’t any Santa Claus, I was filled with doubts. I asked my father, and he was a little evasive on the subject.

“It was a habit in our family that whenever any doubts came up as to how to pronounce a word or some question of historical fact

was in doubt, we wrote to the Question and Answer column in The Sun. Father would always say, ‘If you see it in the The Sun, it’s so,’

and that settled the matter.

“ ‘Well, I’m just going to write The Sun and find out the real truth,’ I said to father.

“He said, ‘Go ahead, Virginia. I’m sure The Sun will give you the right answer, as it always does.’ ”

And so Virginia sat down and wrote her parents’ favorite newspaper.

Her letter found its way into the hands of a veteran editor, Francis P. Church. Son of a Baptist minister, Church had covered the Civil

War for The New York Times and had worked on the The New York Sun for 20 years, more recently as an anonymous editorial writer.

Church, a sardonic man, had for his personal motto, “Endeavour to clear your mind of cant.” When controversal subjects had to be

tackled on the editorial page, especially those dealing with theology, the assignments were usually given to Church.

Now, he had in his hands a little girl’s letter on a most controversial matter, and he was burdened with the responsibility of

answering it.

“Is there a Santa Claus?” the childish scrawl in the letter asked. At once, Church knew that there was no avoiding the question. He

must answer, and he must answer truthfully. And so he turned to his desk, and he began his reply which was to become one of the

most memorable editorials in newspaper history.

Church married shortly after the editorial appeared. He died in April, 1906, leaving no children.

Virginia O’Hanlon went on to graduate from Hunter College with a Bachelor of Arts degree at age 21. The following year she received

her Master’s from Columbia, and in 1912 she began teaching in the New York City school system, later becoming a principal. After 47

years, she retired as an educator. Throughout her life she received a steady stream of mail about her Santa Claus letter, and to each

reply she attached an attractive printed copy of the Church editorial. Virginia O’Hanlon Douglas died on May 13, 1971, at the age of

81, in a nursing home in Valatie, N.Y.

12.15.05

Marry Christmas: Christmas Story for people having a bad day....

When four of Santa's elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, Santa was beginning

to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.

Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were

out, heaven knows where.

More stress.

Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground spilling and scattering the toys.

So,frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered

that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it

broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor.

He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang and irritable Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big

Christmas tree. The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where

would you like me to stick it?"

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree. Marry Cristmas :)))

10.31.05 Subject: The Sand Pile

An Italian, a Scotsman and a Chinese fellow are hired at a construction site.

The foreman points out a huge pile of sand. He says to the Italian guy, "You're in charge of sweeping."

To the Scotsman he says, "You're in charge of shoveling."

And to the Chinese guy, "You're in charge of supplies." He then says, "Now, I have to leave for a little while. I expect you guys to make

a dent in that there pile of sand."

So when the foreman returns, after being away for a couple of hours, the pile of sand is untouched. He asks the Italian, "Why didn't

you sweep any of it?"

The Italian replies, "I hava no broom You saida to the Chinese-a-fella that he was in charge of supplies, but he has a disappeared and

I could finda him nowhere."

Then the foreman turns to the Scotsman and says, "And you, I thought I told you to shovel this pile." The Scotsman replies, "Aye, that

ye did laddie, boot ah couldnay get meself a shoovel! Ye left that Chinese gadgie in charge of supplies, boot ah couldnay fin' him

neither."

The foreman is really angry now. He storms off toward the pile of sand to look for the Chinese guy. Just then, the Chinese guy leaps

out from behind the pile of sand and yells ....

"SUPPLIES!!!!"

10.19.05 Idiotic Sheriff ordered to shoot dogs in San Bernard Parish Luisisana. Please call to stop this cruelty. I have seen the video...

it is horrid:

regarding THE OFFICER THAT MURDERED MORE THAN ONE DOG, BY RUNNING IT OVER AND SHOOTING THEM: GET HIM FIRED.....

HIS NAME IS SGT. MIKE MINTON OF ST BERNARDS SHERIFF'S PHONE# 504-271-2504

also, call the Gov. of LA: 1-866-310-7617 Call the Gov. of LA, leave name, number, express your concern:

tell them ANIMAL RESCUE GROUPS NEED RESOURCES FOR RESCUE, and that animals should be saved, not shot!

\Thank You. Hans

"Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety" Benjamin

Franklin, 1755

11.01.05 The tribal wisdom of the Dakota Indians, passed on from generation to generation, says that, "When you discover that you

are riding a dead horse, the best strategy is to dismount." However, in government, education, and in corporate America, more

advanced strategies are often employed, such as:

1. Buying a stronger whip.

2. Changing riders.

3. Appointing a committee to study the horse.

4. Arranging to visit other countries to see how other cultures ride dead horses.

5. Lowering the standards so that dead horses can be included.

6. Reclassifying the dead horse as living-impaired.

7. Hiring outside contractors to ride the dead horse.

8. Harnessing several dead horses together to increase speed.

9. Providing additional funding and/or training to increase dead horse's performance.

10. Doing a productivity study to see if lighter riders would improve the dead horse's performance.

11. Declaring that as the dead horse does not have to be fed, it is less costly, carries lower overhead and therefore contributes

substantially more to the bottom line of the economy than do some other horses.

12. Rewriting the expected performance requirements for all horses.

And of course....

13. Promoting the dead horse to a supervisory position.

7.14.05 Things that make you think a little........

1. There were 39 combat related killings in

Iraq during the month of January.....

In the fair city of Detroit there were 35

murders in the month of January.

That's just one American city, about as

deadly as the entire war torn country

of Iraq.

2. When some claim President Bush shouldn't

have started this war, state the

following ...

FDR...led us into World War II. Germany

never attacked us: Japan did.

>From 1941-1945, 450,000 lives were lost,

an average of 112,500 per year.

Truman...finished that war and started one

in Korea, North Korea never attacked us.

>From 1950-1953, 55,000 lives were lost,

an average of 18,334 per year.

John F. Kennedy. .started the Vietnam

conflict in 1962. Vietnam never attacked us.

Johnson...turned Vietnam into a quagmire.

>From 1965-1975, 58,000 lives were lost, an

average of 5,800 per year.

Clinton...went to war in Bosnia without UN or

French consent, Bosnia never attacked us.

He was offered Osama bin Laden's head on a

platter three times by Sudan and did nothing.

Osama has attacked us on multiple

occasions.

3. In the two years since terrorists attacked

us:

President Bush has liberated two countries, crushed the Taliban, crippled al-Qaida, put nuclear inspectors in Libya, Iran and North

Korea without firing a shot, and captured a terrorist who slaughtered 300,000 of his own people.

The Democrats are complaining about how long the war is taking, but...It took less time to take Iraq than it took Janet Reno to take

the Branch Davidian compound. That was a 51-day operation.

We've been looking for evidence of chemical weapons in Iraq for less time than it took Hillary Clinton to find the Rose Law Firm billing

records.

It took less time for the 3rd Infantry Division and the Marines to destroy the Medina Republican Guard than it took Ted Kennedy to call

the police after his Oldsmobile sank at Chappaquiddick killing a woman.

Wait, there's more.......................

Some people still don't understand why military personnel do what they do for a living. This exchange between Senators John Glenn

and Senator Howard Metzenbaum is worth reading. Not only is it a pretty impressive impromptu speech, but it's also a good example

of one man's explanation of why men and women in the armed services do what they do for a living. This is a typical, though sad,

example of what some who have never served think of our military.

JOHN GLENN ON THE SENATE FLOOR

Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 11:13

Senator Howard Metzenbaum to Senator Glenn: "How can you run for Senate when you've never held a real job?"

Senator Glenn: "I served 23 years in the United States Marine Corps. I served through two wars. I flew 149 missions. My plane was

hit by anti-aircraft fire on 12 different occasions. I was in the space program.

It wasn't my checkbook, Howard; it was my life on the line. It was not a nine-to-five job, where I took time off to take the daily cash

receipts to the bank. I ask you to go with me ... as I went the other day... to a veteran's hospital and look those men - with their

mangled bodies - in the eye, and tell THEM they didn't hold a job!

You go with me to the Space Program at NASA and go, as I have gone, to the widows and orphans of Ed White, Gus Grissom and

Roger Chaffee... and you look those kids in the eye and tell them that their Dads didn't hold a job.

You go with me on Memorial Day and you stand in Arlington National Cemetery, where I have more friends buried than I'd like to

remember, and you watch those waving flags.

You stand there, and you think about this nation, and you tell ME that those people didn't have a job? I'll tell you, Howard

Metzenbaum; you should be on your knees every day of your life thanking God that there were some men - SOME MEN - who held

REAL jobs. And they required a dedication to a purpose - and a love of country and a dedication to duty - that was more important

than life itself. And their self-sacrifice is what made this country possible.

I HAVE held a job, Howard! What about you?"

For those who don't remember - During W.W.II, Howard Metzenbaum was an attorney representing the Communist Party in the USA

If ! you can read this, thank a teacher.... If you are reading it in English thank a Veteran.

Please keep this circulating.

7.12.05 US Marine Corp Rules for Gunfighting 1. Be courteous to everyone, friendly to no one. 2. Decide to be aggressive ENOUGH,

quickly ENOUGH. 3. Have a plan. 4. Have a back-up plan, because the first one probably won't work. 5. Be polite. Be professional. But,

have a plan to kill everyone you meet. 6. Do not attend a gunfight with a handgun whose caliber does not start with a "4." 7. Anything

worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Ammo is cheap. Life is expensive. 8. Move away from your attacker. Distance is your friend.

(Lateral & diagonal preferred.) 9. Use cover or concealment as much as possible. 10. Flank your adversary when possible. Protect

yours. 11. Always cheat; always win. The only unfair fight is the one you lose. 12. In ten years nobody will remember the details of

caliber, stance, or tactics. They will only remember who lived. 13. If you are not shooting, you should be communicating your

intention to shoot.

5.15.05

No man can be condemned for owning a dog. As long as he has a dog he has a friend, And poorer he gets, the better friend he has.

Will Rogers

The great plesure of a dog is that You may make a fool of Yourself with him and not only will not scold You, but he will make a fool of

himself too.

Samuel Butler

Recollect that the Almighty who gave the dog to be companion of our plesure and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and

icapable of decit.

Sir Walter Scott

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 2.16.05

Yep... It's a conundrum wrapped in an enigma and smeared all over with grape jelly. No matter how you look at it, it's a confusing and

sticky situation. - "Amish Bill" on the web (THR)

Ashcroft is better than Reno. Which doesn't say much, because a monomaniacal dyslexic bipolar chimpanzee with a nasty case of

the mange would have been better than Janet Reno. – "LawDog" on THR

'The Wages of Sin' .... never knew I could get paid for sinning! - P95

Two-bit, four-flushing, scum-sucking, twinkle-toed, dirty, rotten, foul-mouthed, dirt-stupid, mono-synaptic, inbred dacoits with

delusions of adequacy. – LawDog on THR

If you're only "free" to do safe, innocuous, innoffensive, lowest common denominator things, you're not free. You're decieved. –

geekwitha.45 on THR

PD officers said when they got there, they had to work their way through a crowd of pissed-off neighbor gentlemen, all of whom

were carrying some kind of firearm. When they actually got into the apartment, the girlfriend was in the middle of a great big

comforting crowd of apartment complex women - and all of them were armed to the teeth, too. God, but I love Texas. -- LawDog

This is my life. If you don't like it, stay out of it. - Mike Irwin

This is my life. If you don't like it, go get one of your own. - me

It's a bad idea to bite the hand that holds your leash. - Justin on THR

The biggest problem with a bleeding heart is that it never seems to be fatal. -- Justin on THR

You know what the difference between me and you really is? You look out there and see a horde of evil, brain eating zombies. I look

out there and see a target rich environment. -- Buzz Knox on TFL

I have always believed that a true gentleman provides covering fire while a lady is reloading. - Tamara on TFL

"Don't fight an old man - he's got nothing to lose, and has learned all the dirty tricks you still don't know!" (Preacherman)

MEMORIAL DAY 2004

Hello friends! This old "Blood and Guts" Patton's before D-DAY speech should make people understand what I mean if I call them

pussies. General Patton was not a pussy and the man fighting Germans were no pussies either remember that! ....what is happening

to America today!? The real man, it seams, are dying breed here anymore... I hope that You will also get goose bumps like I did, when

you read it. Send it around so people can see what USA ones was and hopefully still is....if we do not let it be destroyed by the bunch

of son-of-bitches-purple-pissing-pussies (Curtesy of George Patton)! This is my contribution to "Memorial Day". Hans

The Speech Given somewhere in England on June 5th, 1944

"Be seated."

Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bullshit.

Americans love to fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. You are here today for three reasons. First,

because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones. Second, you are here for your own self-respect, because you

would not want to be anywhere else. Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight. When you, here,

every one of you, were kids, you all admired the champion marble player, the fastest runner, the toughest boxer, the big league ball

players, and the All-American football players.

Americans love a winner. Americans will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win all of the time. I

wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war; for the

very idea of losing is hateful to an American.

You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you right here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Death, in

time, comes to all men. Yes, every man is scared in his first battle. If he says he's not, he's a liar. Some men are cowards but they

fight the same as the brave men or they get the hell slammed out of them watching men fight who are just as scared as they are.

The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it

takes an hour. For some, it takes days. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his

country, and his innate manhood.

Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is

base.

Americans pride themselves on being "He Men" and they ARE "He Men." Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are,

and probably more so. Because they are not supermen!

All through your Army careers, you men have bitched about what you call "chicken shit drilling." That, like everything else in this

Army, has a definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into every soldier. I don't give a fuck for a man

who's not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready for what's to come. A man must be alert

at all times if he expects to stay alive. If you're not alert, sometime, a German son-of-an-asshole-bitch is going to sneak up behind

you and beat you to death with a sockful of shit! There are four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily, all because one

man went to sleep on the job. But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did!

An Army is a team. It lives, sleeps, eats, and fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is pure horseshit. The bilious bastards who

write that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting under fire than they know about

fucking! We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity

those poor sons-of-bitches we're going up against. By God, I do!

My men don't surrender, and I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if

you are hit, you can still fight back. That's not just bullshit either. The kind of man that I want in my command is just like the lieutenant

in Libya, who, with a Nazi Kraut poking a Luger against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand, and

busted the hell out of the Kraut with his helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German before they

knew what the hell was coming off. And, all of that time, this man had a bullet through a lung. There was a real man!

All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every single man in this Army plays a vital role. Don't ever let up.

Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain.

What if every truck driver suddenly decided that he didn't like the whine of those shells overhead, turned yellow, and jumped

headlong into a ditch? The cowardly bastard could say, 'Hell, they won't miss me, just one man in thousands.' But, what if every man

thought that way? Where in the hell would we be now? What would our country, our loved ones, our homes, even the world, be like?

No, Goddamnit, Americans don't think like that. Every man does his job. Every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is

important in the vast scheme of this war. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns and machinery of war to keep us rolling.

The Quartermaster is needed to bring up food and clothes because where we are going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last

man on K.P. has a job to do, even the one who heats our water to keep us from getting the 'G.I. Shits.'

Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this Army. They

should be killed off like rats! If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave

men. Kill off the Goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave men.

One of the bravest men that I ever saw was a fellow on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of a furious firefight in Tunisia. I stopped

and asked what the hell he was doing up there at a time like that. He answered, 'Fixing the wire, Sir.' I asked, 'Isn't that a little

unhealthy right about now?' He answered, 'Yes Sir, but the Goddamned wire has to be fixed.' I asked, 'Don't those planes strafing the

road bother you?' And he answered, 'No, Sir, but you sure as hell do!' Now, there was a real man. A real soldier. There was a man

who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time, no matter how great the

odds.

And you should have seen those trucks on the rode to Tunisia. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over

those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting all around them all of the time.

We got through on good old American guts!

Many of those men drove for over forty consecutive hours. These men weren't combat men, but they were soldiers with a job to do.

They did it, and in one hell of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been

lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable.

Don't forget, you men don't know that I'm here. No mention of that fact is to be made in any letters. The world is not supposed to

know what the hell happened to me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be here in England. Let

the first bastards to find out be the Goddamned Germans! Someday I want to see them raise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and

howl, 'Jesus Christ, it's the Goddamned Third Army again and that son-of-a-fucking-bitch Patton.' We want to get the hell over there.

The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple pissing Japs and clean out

their nest, too. Before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit!

Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it!

The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. And when we get to

Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I'd shoot a snake!

When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a German will get to him eventually. The hell with that idea. The hell

with just sitting back and taking it! My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving.

And don't give the enemy time to dig one either. We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that

we've got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We're not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we're going to rip out their

living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the

bushel-fucking-basket!

War is a bloody, killing business. You've got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours! Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts.

When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it's the blood and guts of

what once was your best friend beside you, you'll know what to do!

I don't want to get any messages saying, 'I am holding my position." We are not holding a Goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that!

We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy's balls! We are going to twist his

balls and kick the living shit out of him all of the time. Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless

of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; like shit

through a tin horn!

From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our people too hard. I don't give a good Goddamn about such

complaints. I believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder WE push, the more

Germans we will kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed.

Pushing means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that.

There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again. You may be thankful

that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in

the great World War II, you WON'T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, 'Well, your Granddaddy shoveled shit in

Louisiana.'

No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, 'Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-

Goddamned-Bitch named Georgie Patton!'

"That is all."

5.21.04 WHAT CAN WE LEARN FROM A DOG.

If a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.

When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.

Let others know when they've invaded your territory.

Take naps.

Stretch before rising.

Run, romp, and play daily.

Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout...run right back and make friends.

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.

Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.

5.13.04 COWBOY WISDOM:

Three strangers awaiting their flights strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana. One is an

American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show. And the third is a

fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East who is headed to a training conference

in Detroit.

Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim who

supports Osama Bin Laden's Jihad, so the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.

The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face.

The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still . . no plane comes.

Finally, ! the American Indian clears his throat and softly, he speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are

few."

The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do

you suppose that is?"

The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl,

"That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, . . . but I do believe it's a-comin'."

4.14.04 ON SURVIVAL Do not tempt them with weakness! J.F.K.

I am wounded, but not slain, I lay me down to bleed a while, Then I'll get up and fight again. Scottish song

4.3.04 ON WORK: Work is of two kinds: first, altering the position of a matter at or near the earth's surface relative to other matter;

second, telling other people to do so. Bertrand Russwell (1872-1970)

It is impossible to enjoy idling unless there is a plenty work to do. Jerome K. Jerome (1859-1927)

Trouble with the rat race is that even if you win you're still a rat. Lily Tomlin

Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance? Edgar Bergen (1903-1978)

FUNNY ONE: Suing tabaco company for lung cancer is like suing "Hustler" for metacarpal tunel syndrom... Now that's funny!!!

2.23.04 Old age mean realizing you will never own all the dogs you wanted to. Joe Gores

When I was young the Dead Sea was still alive. George Burns

When in doubt, duck. Malcolm Forbes

Only dead fish swim with the stream. Unknown

I never engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed person. Unknown

Chinese Start Another Mass Dog Slaughter

By CHRISTOPHER BODEEN (Associated Press Writer)

From Associated Press

August 04, 2006 5:33 AM EDT

SHANGHAI, China - A second Chinese city plans a mass

dog slaughter to control a rabies outbreak, state

media said Friday, days after a similar cull in which

dogs were beaten to death prompted a torrent of

criticism.

Officials in the eastern city of Jining said Thursday

they would kill all dogs within three miles of areas

where rabies had been found, the official Xinhua News

Agency said.

The measure came in response to the deaths of 16

people from rabies in Jining in the last eight months,

Xinhua said. It didn't say when the cull would begin

or how the animals would be killed. It said the city

had about 500,000 dogs.

Rabies cases are on the rise in China, with more than

2,000 people dying from the disease each year. Only 3

percent of the country's dogs are vaccinated against

rabies.

Last week, a county in southwestern Yunnan province

killed 50,000 dogs after three people died of rabies.

The massacre provoked unusually pointed criticism in

state media, while the activist group People For the

Ethical Treatment of Animals called for a boycott of

Chinese products.

Other slaughters have been reported elsewhere in China

this year, although the government says it has no

standard policy of destroying dogs.

"I think this is completely insane," Zhang Luping,

founder of the Beijing Human and Animal Environmental

Education Center, said Friday in response to Jining's

announcement.

"What's more, this really damages our national image

and sets a really bad example to show how lazy and

inconsiderate those local government officials are,"

Zhang said.

Zhang said there were no laws under which citizens

could stop the killings, but said she and other animal

protection activists were reaching out through the

media to try to change policy.

"I think this brutal and cold-blooded campaign should

stop as soon as possible," Zhang said.

People answering phones at Jining's city government

and epidemic control center refused to comment or said

they weren't authorized to release information to

media.

The World Health Organization has not directly

criticized the slaughters, but WHO experts have said

they underscore a lack of coordination and other

problems with China's health care system.

The killings have prompted widespread commentary in

state media and online forums, with opinions strong

divided.

Rabies attacks the nervous system. In humans, it

normally results in death within a week after symptoms

develop.

"Dogs Welcome"

A man wrote a letter to a small hotel in a Midwest

town he planned to visit on his vacation.

He wrote:"I would very much like to bring my dog with

me.

He is well-groomed and very well behaved. Would you be

willing to permit me to keep him in my room with me at

night?"

An immediate reply came from the hotel owner, who

wrote:

"I've been operating this hotel for many years. In all

that time, I've never had a dog steal towels,

bedclothes, silverware or pictures off the walls. I've

never had to evict a dog in the middle of the night

for being drunk and disorderly. And I've never had a

dog run out on a hotel bill. Yes, indeed, your dog is

welcome at my hotel.

And, if your dog will vouch for you, you're welcome to

stay here, too."

2.23.2007

It's been a while when I was here on "Fun &

Thoughts",

http://alpinekk99.com/FunThoughts.html

but this really got me going so I have to get it off

my chest.

Here is what I wanted  to say about Pitt Bulls. But

Doug Gilles did great job already, thus I copied it

bellow. This is what's going on about this imbecile

Michael Vick. It will endanger not only great breed

like Pitt Bulls, but also all other protection dogs

like German Shepherd, Dobermans..., thousands of

years

old breed like Rottweilers and Mastiffs, and their

protection training. We can see it already when we

ship dogs where airlines are asking if your dog is a

Pit Bull...is German Shepherd next... and this

threatens to bring on frenzy against certain breeds

and their training like I have seen in Europe. There

they call them "Fighting breeds" and German

shepherd

is one of them. I can't wait:(( to deal with this

image of GSD in USA.

Hans

Pit Bulls and Stupid Fools

By Doug Giles

Saturday, July 21, 2007

from :

http://www.townhall.com

It’s sad that one of the greatest dog breeds ever to

grace the planet, the American Pit Bull Terrier, has

fallen into the hands of animal abusing idiots. Guys

like Michael Vick, our nation’s scurrilous hip hop

hoodlums and other waste-of-sperm-and-eggs are

not

even worthy to carry this canine’s excrement

much less

superintend their subsistence. The Pit Bulls should

be

walking these boys on the leash, teaching them to

fetch, heel and sit and not the other way around.

I think I speak for all Pit Bull lovers by saying,

“thanks morons for sullying a substantial animal’s

rep

via dog fighting.” Why don’t you Darwinian

holdovers

get another hobby, huh ladies? I’ve got something

you

could do. Since you like doing radical stuff … how

about bungee jumping without the bungee? Or

base

jumping without a ‘chute? Or trying to catch bullets

with your teeth? Yeah … that’s it.

Atlanta Falcons' Michael Vick throws a pass

against

the Dallas Cowboys during the first half of an NFL

football game in this Dec. 16, 2006 file photo in

Atlanta. A federal grand jury in Virginia indicted

Vick on Tuesday, July 17, 2007, in its investigation

of illegal dog fighting. (AP Photo/Rob Carr, File)

Related Media:

VIDEO: Amid Scandal, Nike Suspends New Vick

Line 

VIDEO: PETA Protesters Pick on Vick 

Of the many things that suck about Vick’s and his

vapid gang’s Pit Bull fighting, one particular thing

(aside from the obvious abuse) that ticks me off is

this noble breed gets officially branded, once again,

as Satan’s Cerberus.

The truth of the matter is that the Pit Bull is one of

the sweetest dogs that has ever schlepped this

pebble

and anyone who’s spent any time around a well

bred

bully knows that I speak the truth. Can I get a

witness my brethren?

When I lived in Texas, I was privileged to have

owned

several of these fine animals. My children were

raised

with them from the day they came home from the

hospital ‘til the time we moved to Dade County,

Florida which unfortunately disallows these dogs.

My Pit Bulls guarded my girls with their life. They

were my daughter’s favorite playmates. Our dogs

would

pull their little wagons, let my girls ride them like

a pony, let them dress them up in goofy outfits, all

the while my dogs sat there patiently taking it with

a

big Pit Bull grin on their faces.

At night my bullies would lay at my little ladies’

feet, protecting them as they simultaneously

rested

and recharged their batteries so they could wake

up

the next day and conquer the earth all over again.

Pit Bulls vicious? I don’t think so. Not mine. Not

unless you really pushed them or threatened our

family. If you were dumb enough to do that, then

you

got the message real quick from our pups that you

were

about to meet Jesus if you did not cease and

desist.

Our dogs were more like comedians than

commandos. They

showed zero unwarranted aggression towards

people and

pooches. They had amazing discernment, insane

athletic

ability and undaunted courage. This breed

impacted me

so much I wrote a book about their magnificent

spirit

(go to amazon.com The Bulldog Attitude).

As far as I’m concerned, the Pit Bull is one of the

most awesome animals on the planet. And before

hype

hit the fan, and the local news needed fresh chum

for

the gullible ones and the pimps and thugs became

the

owners of this noble animal, The United States of

America thought so as well.

Atlanta Falcons' Michael Vick throws a pass

against

the Dallas Cowboys during the first half of an NFL

football game in this Dec. 16, 2006 file photo in

Atlanta. A federal grand jury in Virginia indicted

Vick on Tuesday, July 17, 2007, in its investigation

of illegal dog fighting. (AP Photo/Rob Carr, File)

Related Media:

VIDEO: Amid Scandal, Nike Suspends New Vick

Line 

VIDEO: PETA Protesters Pick on Vick 

Yes, the U.S. believed that the Pit Bull was great

enough to be our mascot in World War One. During

WWI,

Life magazine frequently had Pit Bulls on their

covers

and in their cartoons, using them as a symbol of

America’s stalwart spirit.

In Jacqueline O’Neil’s book, the American Pit Bull

Terrier, Jackie brings out the fact that a Pit Bull

named Stubby was the war’s outstanding canine

soldier.

He earned the rank of Sergeant, was mentioned in

official dispatches and earned two medals – one

for

warning of a gas attack and the other for holding a

German spy at bay at Chemin des Dames until the

American troops arrived.

In addition, the Pit Bull was also one of our nation’s

beloved canine movie stars. Remember, the Our

Gang and

Little Rascals comedy series with Spanky, Alfalfa,

Darla and Buck Wheat? Do you remember their

dog, Pete?

He was a Pit Bull (actually, they used ten different

Pit Bulls for the show). Did Pete eat any of the cast

of the show? No. Was he cool, tolerant, funny and

well

behaved as the Little Rascals used him to pull their

wagons, do their tricks and run their errands? Yes.

Historically speaking, it was not the pimps and

thugs

or the foolishly over paid depraved athletes and

empty

entertainers that owned these dogs. Matters of

fact,

some of our most famous folks were fanciers of

the Pit

Bull, namely; Thomas Edison, Helen Keller,

President

Theodore Roosevelt, Jack Dempsey and Fred

Astaire.

As you can tell my affection and esteem for this

animal is sky high. My dogs were amazing. It

sickens

me to think that because of some goof’s desire to

make

some cash off a dog fight, or his desire to posture

himself as some tough guy, or his wet dream of

being

just like the guy he saw on MTV that this brilliant

breed walks away with a black eye. I say lets give

the

black eye to the bad guy who abuses a bulldog and

leave the dog alone.

Once they were Soldiers....

Ed Freeman

You're an 18 or 19 year old kid. You're

critically wounded, and dying in the

jungle in the Ia Drang Valley, 11-14-1965. LZ Xray , Vietnam . Your Infantry

Unit is outnumbered 8 - 1, and the enemy fire is so  intense, from 100 or 200

yards away, that your own Infantry Commander has

ordered the MediVac

helicopters to stop coming in.

You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns, and you know you're

not getting out. Your family is 1/2 way around the world, 12,000 miles away,

and you'll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you

know this is the day.

Then, over the machine gun noise, you faintly hear that sound of a

helicopter, and you look up to see a Huey, but it doesn't seem real, because no Medi-Vac markings are on it.

Ed Freeman is coming for you. He's not Medi-Vac, so it's not his job, but

he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun

fire, after the Medi-Vacs

were ordered not to come.

He's coming anyway.  And he drops it in, and sits there in the machine gun

fire, as they load 2

or 3 of you on board. Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire, to

the Doctors and Nurses.

And, he kept coming back...... 13 more times..... and took about 30 of you

and your buddies out, who would never have gotten out.

Medal of Honor Recipient Ed Freeman died last

Wednesday at the age of 80, in

Boise , ID ......May God rest his soul.....

10.29.2010

"Those who hammer their guns into plows will plow for those who do not."

Thomas Jefferson

"We the willing, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, with so little, for so long, we are now qualified to do anything, with nothing."

11-9-10

The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.

Thomas Jefferson

It is incumbent on every generation to pay its own debts as it goes.

A principle which if acted on would save one-half the wars of the world.

Thomas Jefferson

I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them.

Thomas Jefferson 

My reading of history convinces me that most bad government results from too much government.

Thomas Jefferson

No free man shall ever be debarred the use of arms.

Thomas Jefferson

The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves

against tyranny in government.

Thomas Jefferson

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

Thomas Jefferson

To compel a man to subsidize with his taxes the propagation of ideas which he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical.

Thomas Jefferson

Thomas  Jefferson said in 1802:

“I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies..

If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by

deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around the banks will deprive the people of all property - until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered.”

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