The President and First Lady surprise returning troops!

President and Mrs. Bush surprised about 150 returning troops at DFW as they returned home from combat tours of Afghanistan and Iraq...wait...what? You didn't expect it was the current president did you?

Could you in your most fevered imaginings ever imagine Barack and Michelle Obama standing at an airport greeting returning troops...war weary Americans, many of them probably on their 3rd or 4th tour? Yeah, I can't either. Anyway, click the link for great pictures. I treasure the looks of surprise on the faces of the soldiers.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present a real American President and his classy First Lady.
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Hope for the End

June 6, 1944

Growing up in the 60s and 70s I was a typical farm kid. I fed cows, carried firewood, hauled hay, picked blackberries, weeded the huge vegetable garden, fished and swam when I could sneak away. I never remember being particularly in awe of my father back then, he just seemed like "Dad" He was one of those dads right out of the 40s and 50s tv shows--because he believed in those values and still does.

Dad and I frequently fought about everything back then, he just seemed like a dinosaur from the "dark ages" and I was an up and coming women's libber of the first degree! He just didn't get things like equality for women and freedom. He couldn't possibly understand the concept of freedom. What would an old "dino" like him know about the struggle of women in the 1970's to be free from the male dominated society...

I am ashamed to admit it now, but back then it never occurred to me that I was living with a man who had the courage to drive an LST onto the beaches of Normandy during the D-Day invasion. He never mentioned it to me in all my eighteen years of living at home. I think I was in my late 20's before I ever found out and it wasn't until just a few years ago I actually got him to sit down and talk to me about those years of WWII. I suppose, for a man like my father, there are just some things a father doesn't tell his daughter and I respect that about him.

I have some of his stories from those years on video and I will share them with my sons and their sons. They must know of the bravery and courage of these men! I shudder to imagine what our world would look like if not for their courage and determination to stand brave and true against the Nazi machine.

Today, I am proud to admit that my father was among those who took that stand. By the time 1944 rolled around, my father was already a combat hardened veteran of 21. He was in it for the "duration". My father is one of those men for whom the words duty, honor, and country are not a curse, but a privilege.

So, even though this is a day late, I honor and salute those veterans who did the unimaginable that day...and created for us a world of freedom from tyranny. It is up to us now to hold on to that freedom or lose it. But, the heroes of my father's age have done more than their fair share.
THANK YOU DAD!

Never Forget

Memorial Day 2010

By Oliver North (Archive) · Friday, May 28, 2010

ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY, Va. -- This is the place that receives the most attention on Memorial Day, though it is but one of 141 national cemeteries in the United States and 24 others located on foreign soil. Many of our countrymen will observe this "last Monday in May" holiday with travel, shopping and picnics. But those who take the time to visit one of these hallowed grounds will have an unforgettable experience.

These are the final resting places for more than 3 million Americans who served in our armed forces -- as soldiers, sailors, airmen, Guardsmen and Marines -- including the nearly 5,500 who have perished in Afghanistan and Iraq.

A visit to one of these quiet memorials is a tribute to those who made history by wearing our nation's uniform and taking up arms to preserve our liberty and free tens of millions of others from tyranny. In words written on stone markers, these places tell the story of who we are as a people.

Regardless of when they served, all interred in these cemeteries sacrificed the comforts of home and absented themselves from the warmth and affection of loved ones. Since 1776, more than 1.5 million Americans have lost their lives while in uniform.

At countless funerals and memorial services for those who lost their lives in the service of our country, I hear the question, "Why is such a good young person taken from us in the prime of life?" Plato, the Greek philosopher, apparently sought to resolve the issue by observing, "Only the dead have seen the end of war." I prefer to take my solace in the words of Jesus to the Apostle John: "Father, I will that those you have given me, be with me where I am."

My sojourns to this "Sacred Ground," as Tom Ruck calls our national cemeteries in the title of his magnificent book, remind me that among those here are veterans who served with my father and all of my uncles in the conflagration of World War II. Only a handful of those 16.5 million from that "greatest generation" remain. Others resting in these consecrated places were tested just five years later in our first fight against despotic communism -- on the Korean Peninsula. They braved stifling heat, mind-numbing cold and an enemy that often outnumbered them 10 to one.


Here are headstones of those who served in the decade between Korea and Vietnam. More than 12 millions young Americans donned military uniforms in what was called "the cold war." It was only cold for those who didn't have to fight in it. They served on land, air and sea in lonely outposts, dusty camps, along barbed wire barriers in foreign lands, on guard against those who would have done us harm if they had the chance.

Between 1964 and 1975, more than 7 million young Americans were committed to the bloody contest in Southeast Asia. The names of 58,267 who died from that fight are on the wall of the Vietnam War Memorial -- some of them were my Marines and my brother's soldiers. Headstones in cemeteries all across this land testify to more of their selfless sacrifice -- and serve as a reminder that the victory denied in that war should never happen again.

In the three-and-a-half decades since Vietnam, not a single year has passed without Americans in uniform being committed to hostile action somewhere around the globe -- including Grenada, Beirut, Panama, the Balkans and Kuwait. We are not a warlike people. But for more than two centuries, ours has been the only nation on earth willing to consistently send its sons and daughters into harm's way -- not for gold or oil or colonial conquest, but to offer others the hope of liberty.

Since Sept. 11, that great legacy has been borne by volunteers serving in the shadows of the Hindu Kush, along the banks of the Tigris and Euphrates, in the Persian Gulf and on anti-piracy patrols in the Indian Ocean. These young Americans are engaged against a merciless enemy who has proven repeatedly that there is no atrocity beneath them -- and that they will do whatever it takes to kill as many of our countrymen as possible.

Those now in uniform deserve our thanks, for no nation has ever had a better military force than the one we have today. And no accolade to those presently in our country's service is greater than honoring the veterans who preceded them on Memorial Day.


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You've Lost that Lovin' Feelin

Poor Obama can't catch a break, not from the far left moonbats,not from the moderates,not from the "far right domestic terrorists". Obama is pretty much despised now by practically everyone, even Chris "Ive got a tingle" Matthews, not even the flying unicorns can save him now, it seems.



I'm checking to see if I have any sympathy for this ...person who currently occupies the White House. Nope. None.

Not one ounce of sympathy for a person who slams my beloved nation as racist. Not one ounce of sympathy for a person who refuses to honor our traditions and our fallen warriors. Not one single stinking ounce of sympathy for a person who continues to slam an American wife and mother for simply voicing her opinion. Not one stinking ounce of sympathy for a person who leads the way when mocking and ridiculing honest American citizens for exercising their RIGHT as Americans to peacefully protest.

Not one stinking ounce of sympathy for a person who believes it is perfectly fine to leave a helpless infant to die alone, cold and unloved in a medical waste bin. Not one ounce of sympathy for a person who advocates for and finances the murder of millions of helpless, innocent human beings around the world. Not one ounce of sympathy for a person who has labelled me and millions of other Americans like me as a potential domestic terrorist, just because I believe that every life is precious, not just those who are old enough to vote for the sociali....I mean democrats.

I wish him nothing but good health. I hope he lives a very, very long time. Because our nation will recover from the "Obama years" Our nation will rise again from the ashes of the progressive movement. Our nation and her people, MY people, will become less and less trusting of the government and learn once again the value of teaching our children the truth about our history and the great men and women who lived and died according to their deeply held beliefs in God and our country.

And I hope Obama lives a very long time and has to bear witness to the unraveling of all of his machivellian schemes and I hope every day is a bold reminder of his failure to completely gut this great nation. And I hope every day Obama is confronted with the greatness of the American people as we stand, resolute on the domestic front lines with our shoulders squared and say "This far---no farther!"

November is coming, Mr. President. Don't get too comfortable.