THIS…Is How You Welcome a Soldier Home….
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Before the Puppy Bowl, there was “Daddy’s come home!” Puppy joy! Notice how all the women are saying “Daddy’s come home?” I thought that was funny, we do the very same thing at our house. I once heard Michael Savage say that because so many people don’t have grandchildren now, and married couples are not having children…their dogs have become their “children.” I think he makes a very good point.
But…these dogs sure REMEMBER their best buds, even though they’ve been gone for such a long time, and nobody deserves that big love as much as our soldiers.
TELL me dogs don’t have the same emotions as humans.
Hey, blame it on the folks at Budweiser…I’m on a puppy roll this weekend.
Enjoy! Then go hug your puppy!
(And do remember on this Superbowl day…the real heroes, don’t have million-dollar contracts.)
How to Get Into Obama’s ER…
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In the number one best seller, Liberty and Tyranny, Mark Levin had this to report about health care in Great Britain:
In Great Britain, in order to limit waiting time in emergency rooms, the National Health Service has mandated that all patients admitted to a hospital be treated within four hours. However, the inefficiencies of a government-run system cannot be cured by the passage of a law. Consequently, instead of sitting for house in the hospital waiting room, thousand of patients are forced to wait in ambulances parked outside emergency rooms. Having patients wait in ambulances allows hospital to see loophole in delaying care. If the patient is waiting in an ambulance, he cannot be admitted to the hospital and, therefore does not need to be treated waiting the four hour legal time period.
Nobody predicts this will become commonplace in America, because, in MY neighborhood, this was happening long before Obamacare.
Have you ever seen that commercial on TV that tells you that if you are having a stroke, it’s imperative that you get to the hospital as soon as you can?
Ha.
When my mother suffered her stroke one Friday the 13th, 2001, the paramedics arrived at the house, within four minutes. It was some kind of record I thought.
As I ran out and jumped into the front seat of the ambulance, the driver…just sat there. We didn’t move.
“WHY are we not moving?” I asked.
“Well, I can’t go unless I get an okay from a hospital that will permit me to enter.”
Long story short, we sat in front of my house for a good twenty minutes, and then the guy drove about 5 miles an hour, hoping for a “go” to continue to the nearest hospital. And he only took off because I was losing my patience. We arrived at the hospital about an hour later, (a ten minute drive from my house) and sat THERE another fifteen minutes.
Because this happened to me TWICE…I finally figured out what the hold-up was.
You see, in St. Louis, blacks shoot themselves up every night. So in America, the gunshot young gang members and black drug dealers ALWAYS get first dibs on the hospitals. And if there are more than two, than any old person having a stroke or heart attack will be told to go to another hospital or wait …until they have time for them.
I’m sure this happens in all cities. It doesn’t seem fair. The older white people, who worked hard, pay taxes, raised families, good honest people, are pushed aside for the low-life criminal.
Of course, if you are say, 65, and having a stroke, and if you make it to the hospital in time, you can recover from that stroke and live many years.
Look at Hillary Clinton.
So, I expect to see the ambulances lining up in America, as they do in Britain…..maybe the answer is, if you are having a stroke, tell the ambulance driver you’re illegal, and have someone shoot you in the leg. You have a better chance of your leg healing, the brain bleeding for more than an hour…not so much.
Go ahead, start practicing a few Spanish words now……”My name is Jose e manna…I’ve beeeeennnn shot! Alla Puta! ” 
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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.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
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