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Fwd: Despicable..absolutely despicable :-(
Subject: Despicable
Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2015 22:20:17 -0400
So, some kid builds a "clock" that looks like a bomb and brings it to school, gets an invite to the White House, and then there's this:
https://www.washingtonpost.
Think this would be headlines if a Republican was in office ? This needs to go viral!
Sent from my iPad
Fwd: Netanyahu's Gift to the Palestinians
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Now that's class...
Netanyahu's Gift to the Palestinians
ISRAELI P.M. B. NETANYAHU responds to a disgusting gesture with utter class ...
VIDEO: Obama is a "total PUSSY"!!!!
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| subject: | VIDEO: Obama is a "total PUSSY"!!!! |
This LT Colonel hits it out of the ballpark!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Fwd: NEW POLITICALLY CORRECT TERM :-)
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New politically correct term for "illegal immigrants" = UNDOCUMENTED DEMOCRATS!!!!!
Fwd: FW: Jesus on the Beach
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What a great email, thanks, Scott
On Wed, Oct 28, 2015 at 8:30 AM, wrote:
What a great way to use a talent to evangelize without talking!
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Begin forwarded message:Subject: Fwd: Jesus on the BeachSubject: Fwd: Jesus on the Beach-ubject: Jesus on the BeachJesus on the Beach - This is Awesome!]
There are 3 pictures and then a message. Be sure to page down all the way.
Jesus on the Beach
Pictures below are from a beach in Maryland. Isn't the artwork awesome? Be sure to open up your screen all the way. The man creates new ones each day, as the ocean washes away his work every day.
This is Chuck Ritchey, Sr. I have watched this man work on the beach at Ocean City, MD. Each time I watch him I marvel at his talent and fortitude because it is true that his works get washed away with the tide and he does them again. He is certainly a witness for Jesus Christ as thousands of people, in the course of a day, view his work and watch as he crafts his treasures. May his message be viewed by many.
FW: This news report will make your day!
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Subject: FW: This news report will make your day!
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You won’t believe the last comment by this woman...
http://www.youtube.com/embed/
This is why the USA is in the present shape it'sin.
Thisis what happens when stupid multiplies....................
Thisvideo will take only a minute to watch but you'll think about it allday.
Thiswas a feature story on NEWS CHANNEL 8, WFLA, Tampa, FL!
Thequote "someone has to be held accountable for my 15 children” says itall.
Fw: congratulation
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- It is obvious that these kids never watch Fox News !
And I thought my genration was screwed up !:Perfect example of the liberal, uneducated, youth of America.
Ever wonder why is Bernie Sanders doing so well??????????CONGRATULATING NORTH KOREA---SCARY!Unbelievable! You have to watch this short video. By the way all of these people are likely to vote Democratic !... God save America! Sound up, click link, watch full screen, shudder, then pass it along...
Fwd: FW: Fwd: Brain Transplant
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Subject: Fwd: Brain Transplant
Subject: Fwd: Brain Transplant
In the hospital where a family member lay gravely ill, the relatives gathered in the waiting room. Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber."I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces. "The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It's an experimental procedure, very risky, but it is the only hope. Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain."The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a time, someone asked, "How much will a brain cost?"The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 for a Democrat's brain; $200 for a Republican's brain."The moment turned awkward. Some of the Democrats actually had to try not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the Republicans. A man unable to control his curiosity, finally blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the Democrat's brain so much more than a Republican's brain?"The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group, "It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to price the Republicans' brains a lot lower because they're used."SEND THIS TO A SMART Republican WHO NEEDS A LAUGH, AND TO OTHERS WHO YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT :-)"Any man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the Government take care of him better take a closer look at the American Indian."Henry Ford
Fwd: FW: Wasn't this us?
| date: | Wed, Sep 2, 2015 at 11:48 AM | ||
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Subject: Wasn't this us?
Thought you'd appreciate....
WASN'T THIS US?
A little house with three bedrooms,
One bathroom and one car on the street.
A mower that you had to push
To make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall
We only had one phone,
And no need for recording things,
Someone was always home.
We only had a living room
Where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime
In the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms
Or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family
Those two rooms would work out fine.
We only had one TV set
And channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them
With something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips
That tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor
There was Lipton's onion dip.
Store-bought snacks were rare because
My mother liked to cook
And nothing can compare to snacks
In Betty Crocker's book.
Weekends were for family trips
Or staying home to play.
We all did things together --
Even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips
Depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because
We liked to be together.
Sometimes we would separate
To do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were
Without our own cell phone.
Then there were the movies
With your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare
To watching movies in your car.
Then there were the picnics
At the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees
And never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together
With all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball --
And no game video.
Remember when the doctor
Used to be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance
Or a lawyer to defend?
The way that he took care of you
Or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived
To do the best for you.
Remember going to the store
And shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it
You used your own money.
Nothing that you had to swipe
Or punch in some amount,
And remember when the cashier person
Had to really count?
The milkman used to go
From door to door,
And it was just a few cents more
Than going to the store.
There was a time when mailed letters
Came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads
Sent out by every store.
The mailman knew each house by name
And knew where it was sent;
There were not loads of mail addressed
To "present occupant."
There was a time when just one glance
Was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car,
The model and the make.
They didn't look like turtles
Trying to squeeze out every mile;
They were streamlined, white walls, fins
And really had some style.
One time the music that you played
Whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record
Called a forty-five.
The record player had a post
To keep them all in line
And then the records would drop down
And play one at a time.
Oh sure, we had our problems then,
Just like we do today
And always we were striving,
Trying for a better way.
Oh, the simple life we lived
Still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game,
Just kick the can and run?
And why would boys put baseball cards
Between bicycle spokes
And for a nickel, red machines
Had little bottled Cokes?
This life seemed so much easier
And slower in some ways.
I love the new technology
But I sure do miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we
And nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce
And walk down memory lane.
With all today's technology
We grant that it's a plus!
But it's fun to look way back and say,
Hey look, guys, THAT WAS US!
FWD: Pharmaceutical Break Through
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Subject: Pharmaceutical Break Through
Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2015 17:53:26 -0500
FWD: Hillary's new look will make you smile
| date: | Tue, Sep 1, 2015 at 10:27 PM | ||
| subject: | Hillary's new look will make you smile |
Hillary's new look will make you smile...
Fwd: Clear Explanation
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Subject: Fw: Clear Explanation
Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton were walking down the street when they came
to a homeless person. Trump gave the homeless person his business card and
told him to come to his office for a job. He then took $20 out of his pocket
and gave it to the homeless person.
Hillary was very impressed, so when they came to another homeless person,
she decided to help. She walked over to the homeless person and gave him
directions to the welfare office. She then reached into Trump's pocket and
got out $20. She kept $15 for her administrative fees and gave the homeless
person $5.00.
Now, do you understand the difference between a Conservative
and a Liberal progressive.
FW: Obamacare Perks
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Fwd: FW: Christmas at the Gas Station
| date: | Tue, Dec 22, 2015 at 12:37 PM | ||
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The old man sat behind the counter of his gas station on a cold
Christmas
Eve. Business had been brisk with people gassing up their vehicles to
visit
relatives. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed
away.
It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't
find
a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had
been falling for the last hour, wondering why he was still around, when
the
door opened and a man who looked homeless stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, "Old George" as he was known by his
customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up.
"Thank you, that's very kind. I don't want to be a bother," said the
stranger. "It's pretty cold out there.....but maybe I should just go."
"Not without somethin' hot in your belly." George said.
He turned, opening a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger.
"It
ain't much, but it's hot and tasty.
Stew.....made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee, and it's
fresh."
Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse
me, be
right back," George said.
There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the
front. The driver was panicked.
"Meester, help!" said the driver. In halting English with a thick
Spanish
accent, he continued. "Mi esposa....she have the baby. Mi car, she
broken."
George peered under the hood. There was so much steam that he couldn't
see
much of anything. His guess, though, was that the block had cracked
from
the cold. The car was as dead as a doornail.
"You ain't going nowhere in this thing," George said as he turned away.
"Por favor, meester -- Ayudame! You can help me?" Tears stood in his
frantic eyes.
The door of the office closed behind George as he stepped inside. He
went to
the office wall, got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside.
He
walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and
drove
it around to where the couple was waiting.
"Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing to look at,
but
she runs real good. You can bring her back after the baby comes. I'll
see
what I can do about your car."
George helped put the woman in the truck, and watched as it sped off
into
the night.
He turned and walked back inside the gas station. "Glad I gave 'em the
truck; their tires were shot, too. Not safe." George thought he was
talking to the stranger, but the man had left. The Thermos was on the
desk,
empty, with a used coffee cup beside it.
"Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked
slowly, but finally caught. He pulled it into the garage where the
truck
had been, thinking he'd tinker with it later on. When business dropped
off
around dinnertime, he discovered that the block hadn't cracked, it was
just
the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said
to
himself. So he put a new one on.
"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter, though." The snow
treads on his wife's old Lincoln were the same size. They were like
new, and
he wasn't going to drive that car anyway. So, he put them on the
couple's
Chevy.
As he was working, he heard what sounded like gunshots.
He ran outside. Across the street next to a squad car, he found a
middle-aged policeman lying on the ground.
Blood was coming from his right shoulder. The officer was moaning,
"Please.....help....." His shoulder radio wasn't functioning.
Following the cop's instructions, George tried to raise someone via the
police car's communication system, only to find that a bullet had left
it useless.
George remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic.
He
knew the wound needed pressure to stop the bleeding. The uniform
company had been there that morning and had left a bag of clean shop
towels. He wadded up a bunch of them and used duct tape to bind the
wound.
"Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the
policeman feel at ease.
Running back to the garage, he tried to call 911, only to find that his
phone had no dial tone. Now what? Blankets and something for pain,
George thought. All he had was the Arthritis-Strength Tylenol he used
for his back. He went back to find the officer sitting up.
"These oughta help with the hurtin'." He wrapped up the policeman and
handed him the pills along with a bottle of water.
"You hang in there, I'm gonna try to find somethin' to get you off this
cold street." A few minutes later, he returned with a large 4-way
dolly, and managed to haul the policeman over to the warmth of his shop.
"Thanks," said the officer. "You probably should have just left me
there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."
George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the
Army,
and I sure wasn't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to
check
for bleeding. "Looked worse than what it was, I think. Bullet passed
right
through ya. Seems to have missed the important stuff , though. I think
with
time yer gonna be right as rain."
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How ya take it?" he asked.
"None for me," said the officer.
"Oh, ya gotta try this! Best coffee in the city. Too bad I ain't got no
donuts to go with it." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
George was about to head off to try to find a working phone when the
front
door of the shop flew open. In burst a young man with a gun.
"Give me all your cash! Do it....now!" the young man yelled. His hand
was
shaking, and George could tell that he wasn't a regular at this sort of
thing.
"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put that
cannon
away. Somebody else might get hurt."
The young man acted confused. "Shut up, old man, or I'll shoot you,
too. Now
give me your cash!"
The cop was reaching for his service revolver. "Put that dang thing
away,"
George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here already."
He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If
you
need money that bad, well then....here. It ain't much, only $150 bucks,
but
it's all I got. Just put that pea shooter away."
George pulled the pile of bills out of the cash register, and handed it
to
the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The
young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to
cry.
"I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to get something for
my
wife and son," he went on. "I lost my job, and our rent is due. The
landlord said he was going to evict us if we didn't come up with at
least
part of the money we owe him. My car got repossessed last week. I've
already sold every last thing I own that's worth a plug nickel...."
George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze
now
and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best
we
can."
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across
from
the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the boy a cup of
coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin'
in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm, and
we'll sort this thing
out."
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over at the cop. "Sorry I
shot
you," he said sheepishly. "I was so scared when you came up behind me
that
it just kinda went off. I'm sorry, officer....really."
"Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an
ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops threw open the door, guns drawn.
"Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How'd you find me?"
"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Somebody called
911, reporting shots fired over this way. When you didn't answer the
dispatcher, she put 2 and 2 together. Who did this?" the other cop
asked, looking suspiciously at the young man.
Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just
dropped his weapon and ran." He handed over the now wiped-clean pistol
to
his fellow patrolman. George and the young man exchanged puzzled looks.
"This guy work here?" the wounded cop asked, eyeing his shooter.
"Yep," George said after only a brief hesitation. "Just hired him
today.
Boy lost his job last week."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young
man
leaned over the wounded cop before he was wheeled away, and whispered,
"Why?"
Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas, kid..... You, too, George! And
thanks
for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozie of a break there. That oughta
solve some of your problems anyhow."
While the young man satwith his head in his hands, George went into the
back
room, and came out with a small box, which he handed to the boy. "Here
ya
go, son.....something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would
mind.
She said it would come in handy some day."
The young man looked inside to see a good-sized diamond pendant. "I
can't
take this," said the young man. "It's gotta mean something to you."
"You're right....and now it'll mean somethin' to you," replied George.
"I got my memories of Martha. That's all I need."
From under the counter, George pulled out another box holding a car and
a
tanker truck. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to
sell.
"Here's a present for that son of yours."
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the
old man had handed him earlier.
"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with -- or pay that
rent?
You keep that, too," George said. "Now git on home to your family
before you
git yerself into more hot water!"
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here
in the morning for work, if you really meant that job offer."
"Sorry. That won't work. I'm closed on Christmas Day," George said.
"See ya the day after."
George watched the boy head off down the street. He turned to lock up
the
garage, thinking, "Whew, what a day! Nobody would believe it." When he
entered the shop, he was surprised to see that the homeless man had
returned.
"Hey! Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"
"Oh, I've been here all along. In fact, I've always been here," said
the stranger, to the old man's confusion. "You say you don't celebrate
Christmas. Why is that?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what the big
to-do was
all about. Trimmin' a tree seemed like a waste of a good pine tree.
Bakin'
cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself, and
besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on the garage owner's shoulder. "But you DO
celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me
when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son, and
he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed
by
terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man
and
not take any of the fortune for himself. That is the spirit of the
season,
and you keep it as well as any man could."
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you
know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, my friend, I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And
when your days are done, have no fear. You will be with Martha
again." The
stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George......I
have
to go home now. There's a big celebration planned."
George watched as the old denim jacket and the torn jeans that the
stranger
was wearing faded into a white robe. The room was suddenly bathed in a
golden light.
"You see, George...... it's my birthday. Merry Christmas!"
George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord!"
Isn't this story better than any greeting card?
Now clear the lump from your throat, blow your nose, and send this
along to
a friend of yours or someone who may need a reminder as to WHY we
celebrate
Christmas.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS!
Fw: New Campaign Poster
| date: | 30 January 2016 at 19:49 | ||
| subject: | Fw: New Campaign Poster |
New Campaign Poster
Fwd: Monuments of Slavery
| date: | Fri, Sep 18, 2015 at 4:20 PM | ||
| subject: | Fwd: Monuments of Slavery |
Monuments of Slavery....
FWD: H-I-L-L-A-R-Y
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| subject: | FWD: H-I-L-L-A-R-Y |
H-I-L-L-A-R-Y.....doh!
Fw: Natural Born Citizens (too funny to be true?)
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| subject: | Fw: Natural Born Citizens (too funny to be true?) |
Subject: Natural Born Citizens
Purdue University: Natural Born CitizensThose of you who worry about Democrats versus Republicans -- relax, here is our real problem.In a Purdue University classroom, they were discussing the qualifications to be President of the United States. It was pretty simple. The candidate must be a natural born citizen of at least 35 years of age.However, one girl in the class immediately started in on how unfair it was of the requirement to be a natural born citizen. In short, her opinion was that this requirement prevented many capable individuals from becoming president. The class was taking it in and letting her rant, and not many jaws hit the floor when she wrapped up her argument by stating, "What makes a natural born citizen any more qualified to lead this country than one born by C-section?"We need more help than we thought we did!
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