Now, this is ridiculous. They should have received medals; the illegal drug-smuggling scum should have been shot. Accidently, of course.

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8/9/06

Two U.S. Border Patrol Agents have been found guilty, and now face prison terms of upwards of 20 years for doing their jobs–apprehending an illegal alien at our border!

Even more outrageous, this illegal alien is suing the U.S. for $5 million for violating his civil rights!

I have just signed a petition calling for the President to pardon these two Border Agents and I’m asking you to join with me by clicking here for the full story and the petition:

Border Agents

Thanks!

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The people at Grassfire will ask for your name and address – if that spooks you out, don’t worry – they already know where you live. What they probably don’t know is how well armed you are…

The administration is trying it’s level best to screw everything up at once – hobbles on the military, insisting on fighting a “limited” engagement; hobbles on the Border Patrol – can’t arrest drug smuggling illegals; and trying to promote peace in the middle east when hizb’ollah, al-queda, and islamofacists still exist.

It’s time to take the gloves off – tell Israel that we have her back, tell the in-theatre commander that he has full discretion to solve the problem short of nuclear solutions, and kick Mexico’s butt. Yes, I said Mexico. The National Guard could probably have a five mile DMZ arranged in about a week – that is, the first five miles south of the border. If anyone is seen in the area, they will be shot. We need to start protecting our sovereign borders. If Mexico doesn’t like it, tell them it’s time to get their act together and quit encouraging their citizens to funnel north. Any one coming into this country (through legal channels, of course) is held in quarantine (just like the good old days) until their background check comes back. Clean? Welcome to America. Not clean? Line ’em up and execute them for spies. I’ll bet that would slow the flow real quick. No, it’s not constitutional – but then, they arent’ under the protection the rest of us legal citizens are, now are they?

(OK, the rest of you can read it too…)

I had been working on an essay-length answer for many of your questions, Forneus. I even tried to work on it this weekend, but alas, life once again rears it’s head and I have to live it while it is here. No sense delaying that project.

Then, I ran across this at Snopes. It pretty much sums up what I was trying to say, but it says it from the vantage point of someone who lived through it.

I hope this clarifies why I believe the way I do about the mess in the Middle East, where the aggression is coming from, and what it will take for a lasting cease fire to be accomplished.

God bless you all, and I hope this helps you, Forneus.

I’m a slacker. I was writing an essay in response to some questions that
Forneus had posed, and then the weekend hit.

So, instead of writing an essay, I painted a baby room. And assembled a crib. And moved a desk. And re-set a computer for TMBWitW. And watched the Brickyard 400 (Congratulations to Jimmie Johnson in the Lowe’s 48 car). And also managed to do praise and worship rehearsal, run the shuttle, and attend church.

Enough about me. Go here and order your Red Shirt for Fridays. Tell Sues I sent you. It may get you a discount, it may get your price jacked up, or you may get the regular price. Why don’t you go over there, order a shirt, and find out?

God bless you all, and Gunz, I’ve been praying for you. But then, you probably already figured that out.

It’s Red-Shirt Friday. One of my blog buddies, a dyed-in-the-wool Trekkie, has expressed concern about wearing a red shirt. Cube, I want to reassure you, since you are not on the first landing team you should be OK.

I am working on a bit of a response for some questions that Forneous asked. I might have that up Monday.

In the meantime, our adopted Momma sent this out:

WHY PARENTS DRINK…

A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had phoned in sick one day.

Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he dialed the employee’s home phone number and was greeted with a child’s whisper.

“Hello?”

“Is your daddy home?” he asked.

“Yes,” whispered the small voice.

“May I talk with him?”

The child whispered, “No.”

Surprised and wanting to talk to an adult, the boss asked, “Is your Mommy there?”

“Yes.”

“May I talk with her?”

Again the small voice whispered, “No.”

Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, “Is there anybody else there?”

“Yes, ” whispered the child, “a policeman.”

Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee’s home, the boss asked, “May I speak with the policeman?”

“No, he’s busy”, whispered the child.

“Busy doing what?”

“Talking to Mommy and Daddy and the Fireman,” came the whispered answer.

Growing more worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, “What is that noise?”

“A hello-copper” answered the whispering voice.

“What is going on there?” demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.

Again, whispering, the child answered, “The search team just landed the hello-copper.”

Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, “What are they searching for?”

Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled Giggle:

“ME.”

’nuff said.