I got some fun pictures yesterday. My favorite one was this one. Last week, some of the vets got in to see the memorial, thanks to some good-hearted Republicans like Michelle Bachmann. And this particular picture captured my heart. Evidently, this was a big surprise to this VET, who had gone to the WWII memorial that day to pay his respects…never knowing what else he was going to see.
That’s his great-grandson…and he didn’t know he was going to get to see him. In fact, this is the first time he held him in his arms. His granddaughter surprised him. And that’s exactly what those guys fought for: The continuation of our country, our future, our people.
And who comes along to spoil it all? Mr. Big Shot. Mr. King George. Mr. …”You WILL do as I say.” Mr. “When the going gets tough, I play golf.” Mr. “I want to punish you all, for giving me lip.”
The liberal media are downplaying Obama’s mean and textbook psychotic behavior in the decision to close down the National Parks. It’s…let’s call it what it is: sick. Obama has passed his “playing with a full deck” mark. I’m afraid, we have only just begun to see the full range of his hate. And so today, I’m saying a prayer for us all.
I got this last week. Watch how this retired veteran takes care of a clear and present danger.
The people who adopt these dogs after they ‘serve’ their time, should be given tax breaks! Okay. Maybe not. But I’d rather watch this than Nancy Pelosi sending her threats of mass destruction on the TV every hour. This kitten may not be a clear and present danger, but I would beg to differ about Nancy Pelosi.
Chef, who over five years served two tours of duty in Iraq and one in Africa detecting explosives and working as a patrol dog. Today Chef is one of the most popular dogs on the Internet because of a video where he meets a tiny kitten for the first time. Throughout the video’s running time, Chef, ever so carefully, like the meticulous and expertly trained dog he is, investigates this new, curious thing, pawing and sniffing at the feline, and the results are heartwarming.
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.