Tuesday, December 22, 2009
GLAD TO REMAIN OLD FASHIONED
I can’t speak for team members of “IS” but I’m reasonably sure they would join me as I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy and Prosperous New Year. Sure, it is the “holiday” season, but what have always kept this season sacred and happy are Christmas and the giving of gifts…an idea established more than two thousand years ago. I pay no attention to ACLU, progressives, liberals, activists, and politically correct followers; their work to derail my thinking has had no effect. I suspect the same is still true for the majority of Americans who give short shrift to their attempts to change the nation. It would be a sad and dismal existence if they all had their way. Bravo the Christmas tree, bravo Jesus Christ.
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I join Bob in wishing all the readers of IS a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Life is too short to live in darkness and fear, come rejoice in the spirit of the season. Our nation will survive and so will the values that make us great.
Merry Christmas to all those who follow Inside Suffolk. May your 2010 be filled with hope and joy. Be happy that we are able to express our views without being afraid of repercussion.
Well said indeed. May our days be merry and bright and filled with the the spiritual warmth of the season. Merry Christmas to all.
from Monica Crowley of Fox News:
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the House
Not a Democrat was stirring, not even Nancy Pelosi, the louse.
The health care bill was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Senate Democrats soon would be there.
The American people were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of defeating Obamacare danced in their heads.
But Pelosi in her kerchief, and Harry Reid in his cap,
Hoped their caucus wouldn't bolt home for a long winter's nap.
When out on the Hill there arose such a clatter,
Reid sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to his office he flew like a flash,
And threw himself on the bill, which was done slapdash.
All 2,000 pages looked like the new-fallen snow.
"What's really in the bill? No one will ever know!"
When, his wondering eyes filled with mist
At the eye-rolling sight of eight tiny extortionists,
Reid jumped up, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment their payoffs must click.
More rapid than eagles his bribers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Landrieu! Now Lincoln! Now Lieberman and Nelson!
On Dodd! On Feingold! On Sanders and Levin!
Here's your payoff! Now go do the deed!
And vote for this sucker in our hour of need!"
He told them that his back was to the wall,
And he told them, "Now go! And dash away all!"
So back to their states the extortionists flew,
With their hundreds of millions, and other goodies, too.
And then, in a twinkling, Reid heard on the roof
Pollsters showing him the extent of his goof.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney President Obama came with a bound.
Having done no heavy lifting, he looked rested and ready
To sign this monstrous bill, even without Teddy.
A bundle of political threats he had flung on his back,
And he looked so smug, the thug, as he opened his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
He knew his fellow Dems; he knew how it'd go.
He was thin and skinny, not at all a jolly elf,
And Reid laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon told Reid he had nothing to dread.
Obama spoke not a word, which was unusual for him,
Ready to sign a bill that will make health care more grim.
"Higher premiums! Fewer doctors! Higher taxes and fees!
And this bill's just the beginning - oh, what a tease!"
He sprang to his feet and bid Reid goodbye,
And went back to the White House in the bat of an eye.
But Reid heard him exclaim, and it sounded like a prayer:
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all ruined health care!"
Pock, Merry Christmas to you and your bride Trudy. Merry Christmas
and may we all see a propserous New Year..
Merry Christmas to one and all.
I hope that as we see the new year unfold before us, we all take note that we live in the greatest nation on Earth. There are no doubt problems and issues, but they usually never rise to the heights they have tried our parents and grand-parents during the great World Wars I & II. We can only hope there will never be a WWIII, and pray that the deads of good mean will always outweigh the evils of the few.
Suffolk has much to be greatful for and so do we all... With a spirit of family and community, Suffolk will always be a great place to live and raise a family in.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to one and all!
Roger and Dorothy Leonard
Suffolk...
Pock:Its that time again for me to once again post this lovely Christmas poem for and about our best and our vets. Merry Christimas IS.
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to
stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
Bob, may God Bless you & your Family with a very Merry Christmas, a very Happy & Prosperous New Year. This also goes to the Inside Suffolk family of posters & friends. 2009 has been a trying & difficult year for Conservatives & American Patriots. With perseverance this can be a year for returning this Country to the Constitutional Republic the founders of this Great Country envisioned. It is time to stop Progressives & Liberals from polluting this Society & that can be done if people work together – all people, regardless of Race, Religion or Country of Origin, who have a profound belief in Freedom over Socialism. May you all be safe this Holiday season & enjoy Family & Friends, good food & Holiday Cheer. This, “Our Country”, is still the light of Freedom in this World” & may we keep that light shining Forever.
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